You're My Only Star

His body tensed as he heard the flushing sound from the toilet. Lu Xun waited outside and finally, the door swung open and the girl hobbled out. Lu Xun supported her to bed and tucked her under the quilt cover.

"I'm fine now. You don't have to stay." Song Xing Xing lowered her gaze, trying to hide the shy look on her face.

"Song Xing Xing, you just fell because you forgot the injury on your ankle."

Hearing his reminder, Song Xing Xing could not find a way to refute him. But in her defense, she had just woken up from sleep and was still a little muddle-headed. She did not remember that her ankle was injured.

Lu Xun patted her arms and sighed. "Just go to sleep. I'll be right here to look over you."

Song Xing Xing had thought that perhaps she would not be able to fall asleep with Lu Xun by her side. However, with him patting her shoulder, she unknowingly fell asleep. 

When Song Xing Xing woke up again, the sunlight was peeking through the curtains and onto her face. She raised her hand, trying to block the sunlight, and finally noticed that her cat, Mr. Fluffball was beside her. And just beside her cat, a handsome man was lying on her bed. From the look at it, Mr. Fluffball was the only thing that separated them.

Song Xing Xing was momentarily stunned. 

Her mind whirled as she tried to recall what was this man doing in her bed. 

Yesterday's event flashed to her mind and Song Xing Xing recalled her injured ankle. She tried to move her legs and winced at the pain.

Her slight movement finally caught someone's attention. 

Lu Xun opened his eyes slowly and narrowed his eyes to focus. "You're awake."

"You…" Song Xing Xing licked her lips. "Why are you in my bed?"

Lu Xun turned to grab his glasses on the bedside table. "Last night, you were whimpering in your sleep. We thought that you were in pain and decided to stay around just in case something happened to you."

Song Xing Xing stared at him strangely. "We?"

"Un." He nodded. He stretched his hand to stroke Mr. Fluffball's fur. "Me and Mr. Fluffball."

The corner of her lips started to twitch. Now he's even using Mr. Fluffball as his excuse?

Was he trying to play a trick on her again?

Song Xing Xing drew back when Lu Xun moved to get up from the bed and walked over to her. She pushed herself to sit up and leaned on the headboard. "What are you doing?"

Lu Xun did not answer but instead lowered sat down beside her to look at her ankle. "Does it still hurt?"

"It wasn't as painful as last night." After one night, Song Xing Xing was starting to get used to the pain.

Lu Xun pursed his lips into a thin line as he considered a few things in his mind. "Remember to tell Producer Ming that you are not going to the studio today. Or… would you rather let me speak to him?"

"The post-production crew are in our busy period. It would be unfair for the others if I give them a last-minute notice."

"I can let the drag the deadline," Lu Xun said. "Xing Xing, the doctor had already told you that you need to let your ankle rest. Don't move around and stay at home, alright? Or else, it might take longer for your ankle to heal."

Seeing the look in her eyes, Song Xing Xing had a feeling that she would be in a troublesome situation if she continued to argue with him. "I'll send a message to Producer Ming."

His lips curled into a smile. Lu Xun stretched his hand and touched the top of her hair. "Good girl. Now, what do you want to have for breakfast?"

"Anything is fine."

"Wait for me here."

Song Xing Xing watched as the man leave her room and suddenly realized an important matter. 

She had just woken up! Does this mean that she had allowed him to watch her messy appearance? She probably looked like a train wreck!

As those thoughts came to her mind, Song Xing Xing stood up and limped over to the mirror. A gasp escaped her upon seeing the hair that almost resembled a bird's nest. Song Xing Xing quickly combed her hair. 

However, she was still not satisfied with how she looked like. Song Xing Xing went into the bathroom and cleaned up herself.

A deep sigh escaped her. It was not fair. She could still remember Lu Xun's face when he woke up beside her. How can he wake up looking all handsome while it was the opposite for her?

After she had groomed herself until she looked presentable, Song Xing Xing finally came out of the bathroom. 

Something delicious wafted in the air, causing her stomach to grumble. With the support of the wall, she hobbled out of her room and found that Lu Xun was standing in her kitchen. The man was wearing her apron on top of his white shirt and black pants. At this time, he was standing before the stove, making breakfast.

Watching this scene made her heart warm. Suddenly, her previous grievance disappeared.

Lu Xun put down the ladle when he noticed her movement. "Why are you out?" He walked over to her side and helped her to sit down at the dining table. "Didn't I tell you not to move around?"

"I don't know what you are making, but it smells so delicious."

Lu Xun chuckled and touched the top of her head. "You're such a foodie. Sit tight. Breakfast will be ready soon."

Song Xing Xing propped her elbow on the table and watched as the man prepared breakfast for them. "You know how to cook?"

"I don't. I browsed through some site," Lu Xun said. "The review looks good. I believe that my cooking shouldn't be that bad."

Suddenly, Song Xing Xing did not know whether she should be looking forward to this breakfast. "It's fine. We can always order a takeout."

Lu Xun narrowed his eyes before he returned to the kitchen and continued to cook.

Breakfast was served soon after. Song Xing Xing looked into the bowl of porridge and thought that it did not look that bad. Noticing Lu Xun's anticipating look, Song Xing Xing grabbed the spoon and tasted his cooking.

Her face contorted a little bit at the taste.

"What's wrong?" Lu Xun asked.

"You probably added too much salt."

"Really?" Lu Xun tried to sample the porridge and found that it was indeed a little salty. "I'll just go and add a little bit of water. Do you think that might help?"

As Lu Xun was still pondering what he should do to make the porridge taste better, the doorbell rang.

"I'll go and get it."

"Wait!" Song Xing Xing did not manage to stop him in time.

The door swung open and a familiar voice could be heard from the entrance.

"President Lu? Why are you here?" 

The voice.... it belonged to her cousin, Song Yi.