Xiaojia's Sixth Sense

On the sofa, Little Jia was so exhausted she couldn't move. Tears still hung on her eyelashes, and she looked dazed and lost.

Zhou Yi smiled helplessly and carried her to the bedroom.

Leaning against the pillow, Little Jia was too tired to even speak. She just closed her eyes and murmured softly:

"Your place is too small, it limits our... performance. My place is better, more spacious, plenty of room...."

Zhou Yi tapped her nose. "You still have the mind to worry about how big my place is? Seems you're not tired enough."

Little Jia quickly raised a hand to stop him. "I'm tired, I'm tired! Let me sleep. I'm utterly exhausted from the journey, I need to sleep..."

Only then did Zhou Yi let her off. He gently ruffled her hair and said softly, "Go to sleep then. Goodnight."

Little Jia was already fast asleep from exhaustion, unable to respond to Zhou Yi's words.

For Little Jia, Huaihai was an unfamiliar place. She had spent a lot of time finding her way here, so she was genuinely worn out.

Zhou Yi took a shower and also went to bed.

Early the next morning, Little Jia opened her eyes and stared blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings for a few seconds before realizing she was in Zhou Yi's home.

She turned her head and saw Zhou Yi was still asleep.

A mischievous smile spread across Little Jia's face, and she proceeded to wake Zhou Yi up all over again.

An hour later.

Little Jia finally felt like herself again.

She stretched with a satisfied smile and said cheerfully, "I was just too tired yesterday, so I fell asleep. Today, I'm full of energy!"

She happily sighed to Zhou Yi, "It's so nice not having to take cold showers."

Zhou Yi shook his head with a wry smile, got out of bed, and dressed. "I'm going downstairs to buy breakfast. Wait for me. If you're sleepy, get some more rest."

Little Jia quickly grabbed his hand. "Hey, wait for me! I'll go with you. I'm not sleepy at all."

Zhou Yi, putting on his jacket, turned to look at her. "You want to go out for breakfast with me?"

Little Jia nodded and started getting dressed. "Of course! I'm here in your Huaihai now, I should experience the local life, especially since it's where you grew up."

Zhou Yi glanced at her thin dress and frowned. "That dress is too light. You'll definitely feel cold outside. Let me get you a jacket to put on."

Little Jia's eyes curved into happy crescents. "That's fine too. I like your clothes; they smell like you."

Zhou Yi always felt her words carried a hint of mischief.

He took a black windbreaker from the wardrobe and helped Little Jia into it.

The jacket looked good on her too, just a bit long, given Zhou Yi's height.

The slightly oversized jacket made Little Jia appear even more petite. Her small, delicate face was half-hidden by the jacket's raised collar, leaving only those beautiful, large eyes visible—lively and adorable, making her look like Zhou Yi's little sister.

Once outside, they arrived at the bustling morning market. Little Jia looked left and right like an inquisitive child.

"I haven't asked you yet, Jiajia, how did you find my place?"

"That was easy. I have my ways. But since it's probably not a method you'd approve of, I'd rather not say."

Zhou Yi's upright persona was deeply ingrained in Little Jia's mind. She was afraid he'd be upset if she told him, so she decided not to.

Even without her saying, Zhou Yi could guess a bit—probably paying someone to find his address online.

Little Jia pouted and cooed in a soft, pleading voice, "You have no idea how hard it was to find you. I waited outside in the cold for so long. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't miss you so much. You're not allowed to be angry with me."

Zhou Yi smiled. "I'm not angry. I was just worried you might not be used to it here. It's certainly not as comfortable as your mansion."

Little Jia kept smiling. "Not at all! I'm happy wherever you are. I'm tired of the mansion anyway. Any place is fun if you're there. I just like being with you."

They found a small roadside stall and sat down. Zhou Yi ordered two bowls of noodles. He observed Little Jia's expression and noticed she didn't show any signs of disdain or displeasure.

Little Jia just widened her eyes, taking it all in. Propping her chin on her hands, she tilted her head and asked, "Is this how you used to live? Eating a bowl of noodles by the roadside before going to school?"

She was full of curiosity about Zhou Yi's past.

Zhou Yi lowered his head with a faint smile. "No. I couldn't even afford noodles back then. I grew up in an orphanage. A steamed bun for breakfast was enough."

Zhou Yi wasn't lying. In the original host's memories, he sometimes had to split one bun in half to make it last.

Back then, Xia Qiuzhi was always by his side. Sharing a single bun still felt meaningful and satisfying.

Little Jia was taken aback. She hadn't imagined Zhou Yi's past was like this.

Her mind instantly conjured an image of a young Zhou Yi, walking alone through the snow to school, clutching a bun.

Her eyes reddened momentarily. Feeling a pang of heartache, she reached out and held Zhou Yi's hand. "I wish I had met you sooner. I would have given you anything you wanted. How could I let you eat just a bun? It breaks my heart just hearing it."

Little Jia's fondness for him grew a little more.

A man who combines beauty, strength, and a tragic past is an absolute knockout.

Zhou Yi said with a sense of acceptance, "Anyway, it's all in the past. Life is good now. I'm happy just to be able to eat a bowl of noodles."

Little Jia furrowed her brows. Looking at the ordinary bowl of noodles before her, she felt tears welling up.

She had initially been a bit wary, thinking roadside stall noodles might not be clean, and was somewhat reluctant to eat them. Now, she didn't feel that way at all.

She picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

"Is it good? This place is an old, established spot. Even without a proper storefront, it has an excellent reputation."

"It's delicious. Not worse than the ones I've had in City A. There's a special, fragrant taste to it too, though I can't quite describe it."

"That," Zhou Yi said, "is commonly called the 'flavor of everyday life.'"

"Or maybe it's because I'm eating noodles with you, Brother Xiao Zhou, that makes it feel different."

Little Jia's eyes curved into smiles again, looking utterly charming and adorable.

Zhou Yi thought to himself with feeling, when Little Jia isn't throwing a tantrum, she's incredibly sweet, well-behaved, and lovely.

After breakfast, since Zhou Yi had no classes in the morning, he suggested taking Little Jia to the beach.

Having grown up in City A, Little Jia hadn't seen the sea much. Huaihai was coastal, so she was very willing to go.

Mainly, in Little Jia's view, going to the beach with someone you like was a very romantic thing. She was already eager.

"Not so fast. Let me take you to buy some clothes first. Can't have you wearing my jacket all the time."

"Okay, let's go buy clothes first. Then we can take some nice photos at the beach to keep as souvenirs."

"By the way, at noon, I'll take you to meet one of my sisters. We'll have lunch at her place too."

Hearing the word "sister," Little Jia's internal alarm bells instantly started ringing.

She asked suspiciously, "Sister? What sister? Didn't you grow up in an orphanage? How do you have a sister?"

A woman's intuition told Little Jia something was off!