Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone!-Chapter 121: Waking in His Arms

Chapter 121: Waking in His Arms
"Good Yuyu, sleep a little longer."
Under Ding Yixin’s calming touch, Rong Xingyu soon relaxed again.
He smacked his lips unconsciously and sank back into a sweet dream.
After Rong Xingyu fell into deep sleep, Ding Yixin carefully got out of bed.
He tucked the blanket around Rong Xingyu, straightened his own sleepwear, and then walked out.
The old housekeeper was in the courtyard taking care of a few rare plants, humming a little tune.
He looked as though he was in a very good mood.
When he saw Ding Yixin walking toward him, the housekeeper stopped what he was doing with a slightly guilty look and called out, "Young Master."
"Uncle Shu, you have been in the Rong family for so many years," Ding Yixin said as he used his fingers to lightly play with a flower petal, sounding calm and careless. "You should know that the thing I hate the most is someone interfering in my business."
His expression was still gentle and his brows carried clear satisfaction.
But it was like a beast that had finally gotten what it wanted and was now resting lazily.
Even so, no one would dare drop their guard in front of it.
The old butler shivered when he heard Ding Yixin say this.
He knew he had acted on his own this time and had crossed the young master’s line.
But he had watched the young master live alone for so many years.
And now, finally, there was someone who could walk into the young master’s heart.
And the old butler could see clearly that Rong Xingyu truly liked the young master.
He thought about the years when Ding Yixin stayed hidden in the old house, never leaving the door, looking as if he had lost interest in everything.
His whole person seemed lifeless.
The butler’s heart was full of mixed, bitter feelings.
"Young master, I really—"
"Just this once." Ding Yixin said lightly.
Ding Yixin still couldn’t believe that the Rong Xingyu who used to blush from the smallest touch had actually done something so bold last night.
There was no way that happened without someone behind him "adding fuel to the fire."
Thinking of how extremely obedient Rong Xingyu had been in bed last night, Ding Yixin’s expression softened again.
"From now on, when you see him, it’s the same as seeing me."
He said it casually, like he was talking about drinking corn porridge in the morning, but these words lifted Rong Xingyu to the same level as himself.
"Ah! Ah!" The old butler quickly replied. "I will tell everyone right away. From now on, Young Master Rong is the other master of this house!"
Watching Ding Yixin’s back as he left, the old butler couldn’t help but cry.
Seeing the young master like this now... forget treating Rong Xingyu as the owner of the house, he would even treat him like a god on an altar if needed!
Rong Xingyu was sleeping in a daze.
Half-awake, he suddenly heard his phone ringing.
He squinted and reached out blindly toward the constantly ringing phone beside him.
As he moved, the blanket slid down, revealing his thin, pale arm.
Right now, faint purple marks were scattered across that arm.
Rong Xingyu finally managed to grab the phone.
Without even seeing who was calling, he answered.
"Hello... who is this?"
Still not fully awake, he didn’t even notice how hoarse his voice sounded.
On the other end, Rong Zhenqiao frowned when he heard him and asked in a deep voice, "Xiaoyu, is your voice like this because you caught a cold?"
When he heard his oldest brother’s voice, Rong Xingyu’s eyes snapped open and any trace of sleep was scared away instantly.
He held the phone and stammered, "No.... cough... maybe a little."
He had wanted to deny it, but the moment he spoke, even he was shocked by how rough and low his voice sounded.
So he hurriedly admitted it.
Help! Why was his voice this hoarse? It sounded like someone had rubbed his throat with sandpaper.
Rong Xingyu coughed, cleared his throat, and tried to speak more softly as he asked Rong Zhenqiao, "What’s wrong, big brother? Did something happen?"
Rong Zhenqiao only called to check that Rong Xingyu was safe.
He did not say anything more.
Before hanging up, Rong Zhenqiao reminded Rong Xingyu, "Remember to take your medicine on time. Drink more hot water."
Rong Xingyu: "..."
He held his phone and nodded very obediently.
Rong Zhenqiao said one sentence, and he nodded once and answered "okay."
After the call ended, Rong Xingyu hung up and couldn’t help letting out a long breath.
But before he finished breathing out, he suddenly saw Ding Yixin not far from the bed.
Ding Yixin was leaning against the window while looking at him with a smile.
No one knew how long he had been standing there.
Rong Xingyu’s breath stopped halfway.
He was startled by Ding Yixin, choked on his own breath, and started coughing.
Ding Yixin quickly walked over and gently patted Rong Xingyu’s back.
When Ding Yixin got close, Rong Xingyu smelled his scent.
After coughing twice, his whole face turned red and even the ears hidden under his hair became bright red.
When he finally caught his breath, Rong Xingyu realized he was leaning in Ding Yixin’s arms.
The night he confessed, he had been drunk so his memory was broken.
But last night he had not touched a single drop of alcohol.
Except for the latter half of the night when his mind had turned into messy mush and he only remembered shaking his head and crying, in the earlier part of the night he had been very aware.z
And because of that, now, while leaning in Ding Yixin’s arms, the scenes from last night suddenly flashed in his mind.
And also the feeling of Ding Yixin’s big hands moving over his body, touching every part of him.
Rong Xingyu felt like steam was coming out from the top of his head.
Although last night had hurt at first, later on, he had actually...