PDLP Chapter 51 Effortless Efforts by Zheng Yaxian
Chapter 51 Effortless Efforts by Zheng Yaxian
"I'm back."
Jung Do-hoon took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and found the room quiet, which made the atmosphere even heavier.
Looking around, Ya Xian was nowhere to be seen in the dining room or living room.
Did she really go back to her room to catch up on sleep?
On the contrary, it's not good.
This means that her younger sister really didn't sleep all night and waited for her all night.
"Ya-Hsien?" Zheng Dao-Xun put the fresh flowers he had bought on the street into a vase and knocked on Ya-Hsien's door, but there was no response.
Are you asleep?
Forget it, I'll wash myself off first.
Jung Do-hoon threw the shirt that Minatozaki Sana had given him, along with his dirty clothes, into the washing machine. He went shirtless to the dressing room to get a change of clothes and took a shower.
Despite having a beautiful woman by his side and sleeping with his head on Reiji's lap all night, he was still feeling groggy from a night of heavy drinking.
Let me catch up on some sleep first.
Zheng Daoxun pushed open the door, only to find that his quilt was bulging.
Could it be that……
It must be a prank, right?
Zheng Daoxun gently lifted a corner of the quilt, his heart skipping a beat.
Why is Ya-Hsien sleeping in his room?
Zheng Daoxun's hand froze, accidentally touching the girl's messy hair.
Seemingly sensing something amiss, Ya Xian opened her sleepy eyes.
"You're back..."
The girl's voice was soft and sweet, as if she had been crying all night.
But, shouldn't this be right?
Zheng Daoxun's mind grew heavy; he didn't know how to face Ya Xian.
"There are mosquitoes in my room, so I can only sleep in your room," Ya Xian explained, unconsciously rubbing her head against his palm, her hair tickling his hand.
Jung Do-hoon let out a long breath, realizing he had been overthinking things. But the relaxation didn't last long, and feelings of guilt welled up again.
He shouldn't have left Ya-xian alone at home.
Jung Do-hoon had always thought that Ya-hsien would throw a tantrum at him because of her so-called possessiveness, just like when she called him that morning. But instead, she just hid in his blanket, feeling wronged and helpless, and rubbed against his palm.
It felt like lifting something high and then letting it fall gently, which only intensified the sense of guilt in one's heart.
He was about to go to Ya Xian's room to get rid of the mosquitoes when the girl pulled his arm under the covers and fell asleep again.
Go to sleep, he's not going anywhere now.
Zheng Daoxun sat on the bed, took out his phone with his other hand and looked at it for a while. He didn't dare to make any big movements. Ya Xian's sleep was always very light, and he was afraid that his slightest movement would wake Ya Xian, who hadn't slept all night.
The fatigue from the hangover gradually crept in, and soon, Zheng Daoxun's world was plunged into darkness.
He dreamed of Ya Xian from his past life.
Ya-Hsien went to Seoul to become a trainee when she was very young, and developed an independent personality from an early age. Jung Do-Hoon was always away from home, so it was really hard to say that the two had any brother-sister relationship.
They would only get together and chat for a while during holidays like Chinese New Year.
He always thought Ya Xian was an independent and strong girl from a young age, until he was reborn and realized that Ya Xian was still young. In this world, how many people are sensible, strong, and independent from a young age? They are just pushed forward step by step by life and dreams.
Let's just continue like this. Since he's been given a second chance at life, it's good that he can spend more time with his sister.
When Zheng Daoxun groggily opened his eyes again, it was already dark outside the window.
He slept for so long? Zheng Daoxun sat up in disbelief, only to find that a corner of the blanket was draped over his stomach. He looked to his left following the direction of the blanket and saw Ya Xian looking at him with bright, sparkling eyes in the dimly lit room.
The two did not have direct contact, but they were under the same blanket and were so close.
"Sorry, I slept too long..."
Just as Zheng Daoxun was about to get up, Ya Xian gently grabbed his wrist:
"Oppa, you talked a lot in your sleep."
"Talking in his sleep?" His heart skipped a beat.
Zheng Daoxun knew what he had dreamed about, and tentatively asked, "What did I say?"
"It's nothing, I was just confused, I couldn't hear clearly either." Ya Xian chuckled and hid under the covers. "Why are you so nervous?"
"Don't take sleep talk seriously."
"Really?" A hint of disappointment flashed in the girl's eyes.
"Um."
"I thought you and Sana senior really had something going on. You've always..." Ya Xian wrapped herself tighter in the blanket, and Zheng Daoxun felt a slight chill as his abdomen went empty.
"I don't remember what I dreamed about." Jung Do-hoon looked at the ceiling in confusion, trying to recall. He didn't seem to have dreamed about Minatozaki Sana.
"But you stayed at her house all night last night, right? It's normal to call her name, isn't it?" Ya Xian's tone lowered slightly.
So, she knew everything.
Jung Do-hoon rubbed his temples—
Even after being reborn, no matter how much he avoids contact with Sana Minatozaki, he can't control his subconscious when he's drunk or asleep.
"Miannei... I shouldn't have..."
"Oppa, do you think I'll throw a tantrum at you for leaving me at home, and then wait for you to coax me?" Ya-Hsien sat up, draped the blanket over her shoulders, and shook her head. "But I'm really not that childish."
"Ya Xian..." Zheng Daoxun felt a mess in his mind. He couldn't understand what his sister was thinking.
Raising it high and lowering it gently—this effortless mastery is what makes it so enigmatic.
He tried to guess Ya Xian's thoughts, but he couldn't come up with an answer.
"Are you hungry? Shall I make... make dinner?"
"Go."
Jung Do-hoon practically fled his room.
He always felt that Ya Xian's emotions only appeared calm on the surface, like the atmosphere before an impending storm.
This feeling is quite subtle—
He's a 25-year-old adult man with his own social circle and life outside of work. Even if something really happened between him and Sana Minatozaki, why should he feel sorry for Ya-Hsien?
But now, this feeling of guilt and remorse has taken over his mind.
So much so that Jung Do-hoon was somewhat distracted while making dinner and didn't hear the phone call that had just come in.
What is Ya Xian really thinking? Should I have an open and honest talk with her?
But where should we even begin?
I should focus more on spending time with my younger sister in the future.
Anyway, she'll be debuting in a few months, and the two of them will be spending less and less time together then.
As an older brother, I also have an obligation to give my sister a beautiful memory of sibling love, don't I?
"Dinner is ready." With that thought in mind, Jung Do-hoon pushed open his bedroom door—
In the dimly lit room, the light from the phone screen shone on Ya Xian's cheeks. The girl's eyes were slightly red as she glanced at Zheng Daoxun.
Zheng Yaxian took a deep breath. To be honest, she didn't know what was wrong with her either.
Why would I be so worried that I couldn't sleep because Jung Do-hoon didn't come home all night?
Why would I feel flustered and confused because Jung Do-hoon is flirting with some shady, disreputable woman?
Just because she is a patient, just because she is the younger sister, does she deserve all of Jung Do-hoon's care and love?
She knew perfectly well that her emotions would confuse and embarrass Jung Do-hoon.
She can't understand it, and she still can't understand it now.
She tried to act like she didn't care, but why was it that the more she tried to suppress these emotions, the more they seemed to build up and eventually slammed into her chest?
"Oppa, do you think I'm becoming too dependent on you? What should I do? I think... I really need you to comfort me. What should I do?"