The Young Urban Doctor

Chapter 231: Annoying Junior

Yang Qingyin woke up to find a pair of round, rolling eyes moving in front of her nose, and she couldn’t help being baffled for a moment.

She quickly realized what was going on, moved her head slightly backward, and finally saw clearly that the lively eyes belonged to Luo Ziling.

She was lying in bed with a blanket over her body, and Luo Ziling was lying beside her, looking at her with his head tilted.

Not knowing how long he had been watching her like that, when she met Luo Ziling’s clear and bright eyes, Yang Qingyin’s face instantly flushed. But having just woken up and without any strength in her body, she didn’t bother to move.

“What are you looking at?” she asked languidly, her cheeks uncontrollably flushed with red.

“Watching a sleeping beauty,” Luo Ziling started to grin, “Some senior’s sleeping face is really pretty; I’ve been watching it for a long time.”

Yang Qingyin’s face turned even redder, and she bit her lip slightly, asking somewhat annoyed, “How long have I slept?”

“Almost an hour now,” Luo Ziling checked his phone for the time and began to laugh again, “You must’ve been tired from the ride. You were sleeping so soundly; I didn’t have the heart to wake you up.”

“You’re so annoying,” Yang Qingyin lightly hit Luo Ziling, “I fell asleep, and you didn’t even wake me up, instead laying beside me and watching me make a fool of myself.”

“Where did you make a fool of yourself?” Luo Ziling shook his head like a rattle-drum, “Your sleeping face looks very pretty; I was completely mesmerized. Do you know how long I lay here watching you?”

His words sent a wave of happiness through Yang Qingyin, and she asked curiously, “How long?”

“Forty-two minutes. You slept for a total of fifty-one minutes,” Luo Ziling said after checking the time, then tossed his phone aside, propped up his head with one hand and looked down at Yang Qingyin from above, saying very seriously: “I originally wanted to see if you would drool in your sleep, but then…”

Luo Ziling intentionally left Yang Qingyin hanging, not finishing his sentence.

Yang Qingyin, becoming anxious, asked in a mix of embarrassment and anger, “Then what? Did I drool?”

As she asked, she even reached to touch her mouth, afraid there would be traces of drool that might embarrass her in front of Luo Ziling.

“Then, I saw a certain senior sleeping so sweetly that I stupidly just watched for over forty minutes,” Luo Ziling said, rubbing his eyes dramatically, pretending to be distressed, “It’s made my eyes all sore and itchy, I’m gonna have to go out and buy some eyedrops soon.”

“You’re so mean,” Yang Qingyin, having been heartily teased by Luo Ziling, became even more embarrassed and annoyed, flung herself at him intending to hit him, protesting, “You’re always making fun of me, always laughing at me.”

Luo Ziling didn’t resist, letting Yang Qingyin hit him a few times before he grabbed her hand, and spoke with all seriousness, “You really didn’t drool, and you slept peacefully, absolutely gorgeous. I thought the senior must’ve never seen how beautiful and enchanting she looks when asleep, so I took a few photos. Do you want to see them? You’re so beautiful it can’t be described with words.”

“Ah?! You actually captured my worst moments?” Yang Qingyin was shocked and immediately went to grab the phone Luo Ziling had thrown on the bed, “Delete them right now, you’re not allowed to save them.”

Luo Ziling did not stop her, letting her snatch the phone.

“What’s the unlock code?” Yang Qingyin, after taking the phone, lit up its screen, and then asked Luo Ziling.

“You can view photos without unlocking the screen,” Luo Ziling said, but he still unlocked the screen and opened the photo album for Yang Qingyin.

Sure enough, the album contained many photos of Yang Qingyin taken while she was sleeping, all frontal shots with slightly different angles.

Yang Qingyin, who had been both shy and annoyed, was stunned when she saw the photos Luo Ziling took of her asleep.

A woman with long hair scattered around her face lay on her side naturally, with her eyes tightly closed, long eyelashes curving at the tips, and her mouth slightly pouting. Just as Luo Ziling had said, there was a beauty that couldn’t be described with words.

She was so captivated by her own image that after opening the first photo, she stared blankly at it for a while.

A blush crept onto her face once again. After taking a serious look at the first photo, she flipped to the second one and slowly went through all the photos that Luo Ziling had just taken. After viewing them, she silently handed the phone back to Luo Ziling, a light and shallow smile appearing on her lips.

“I didn’t lie, did I?” Luo Ziling said with a chuckle, “Isn’t it the most beautiful sleeping pose of a sleeping beauty?”

“Hmph, at least you didn’t make me look like a monster,” Yang Qingyin proudly pouted her pretty lips, “Seeing that the photos aren’t bad, I’ve decided not to hold it against you for taking pictures of me sleeping.”

“No reward?” Luo Ziling looked at Yang Qingyin in surprise. “I captured such a beautiful moment of yours. You should at least give me some form of appreciation. Let me tell you, no matter how capable you are, you can’t take photos of yourself sleeping. Don’t believe me? Try it!”

Seeing Luo Ziling speak so earnestly, Yang Qingyin couldn’t help but laugh. “So, what reward do you want? Should I treat you to dinner?”

Luo Ziling placed his hand on Yang Qingyin’s arm, gazed at her with a smile, then said in a voice full of mischief, “How about, you give me a kiss?”

Yang Qingyin’s face turned red in an instant, and she swatted Luo Ziling’s hand away with a palm.

Luo Ziling immediately put on a regretful face. “It seems there’s a legend about a prince kissing Sleeping Beauty. It’s a pity that I didn’t kiss you while you were asleep, otherwise you would have woken up long ago.”

“Annoying junior,” Yang Qingyin said hatefully, then suddenly leaned forward and gave Luo Ziling a quick kiss on the face, then immediately turned away, saying with slight grievance, “You always know how to pick on me.”

Luo Ziling immediately leaned closer, lightly pressing his body against Yang Qingyin, and buried his head in her long hair. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Senior, am I possessed by Dou E? Why do I always get wronged in front of my cousin?”

“If your snot gets on my hair,” Yang Qingyin moved her head and grumbled, “Don’t dirty my hair, otherwise you’ll have to wash it yourself.”

Luo Ziling combed through Yang Qingyin’s hair with his fingers, chuckling as he said, “Does senior think I’m a three-year-old kid still with a runny nose? Hmm, senior’s hair smells really good, pleasing to the heart and mind, and your body scent is also quite nice. Alright, next time I’ll help you wash your hair.”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Yang Qingyin suddenly sat up from the bed, “Annoying junior, it’s so late and you still won’t get up to have dinner with me. What if I faint from hunger later?”

“Alright, let’s go have dinner then,” Luo Ziling suddenly jumped up from the bed and reached out to grab Yang Qingyin’s hand, “Let’s go, it’s time for dinner. Call Xiaoli.”

“Never mind her, we’ll go by ourselves.”

“Really?” Luo Ziling said, his face full of surprise.