Song Yi’s heart trembled slightly; only when the man walked away did she co to her senses. She looked at the towel in her hand, eyes dazed, and murmured, "Goodnight."
She sat on the sofa for quite a while.
Suddenly, Song Yi detached from her emotions, staring wide-eyed at the spot where the man’s figure had just disappeared.
Damn... She was so flirted with that she forgot to ask how he got injured.
Now that he’s gone, saying he needs to rest, and he’s injured, it wouldn’t be good for her to go over and ask him now.
Song Yi, frustrated, rubbed her hair and slapped her face, her mind, spun around by his flirting, suddenly clearing.
Ah ah ah ah...
Oh Song Yi, can you have a bit more spine?
No, she shouldn’t bla herself for lacking courage; if anyone’s to bla, it’s Tang Si for being overly flirtatious.
Good for nothing, first place in passing the buck.
...
Tang Si walked into the room, instantly downing a glass of water.
Feeling all fired up from the flirting, the cold water didn’t calm him much.
With subdued breaths, he closed his eyes, picturing her in his white shirt.
She really doesn’t realize how alluring she is.
Without anything underneath, the shirt was thin enough to reveal shapes beneath.
It really almost made him lose control.
He leaned against the door lazily, looking up at the dark ceiling light fixture, his Adam’s apple bobbing over and over as he thought that now was not the ti.
Everything must proceed step by step and with respect for her.
Tang Si lowered his gaze, looking at the table, picked up a cigarette, and lit it.
The lights weren’t on in the room; only faint neon lights from outside cast shadows.
With the cigarette between his lips, he took a deep drag, exhaled slowly, smoke veiling his face.
Eventually extinguishing the cigarette, unable to shake the feeling, he walked into the bathroom again.
...
That night, Song Yi couldn’t sleep either.
A handso and flirtatious man has undoubtedly a lethal attraction to won.
Especially, Tang Si is the man she likes, claiming he isn’t enticing is utterly false.
Her soul almost got carried away.
She tossed and turned in bed, eventually staring at the ceiling.
Damn it, tonight she will be sleepless.
Male seducer, oh male seducer.
Lying in bed, Song Yi suddenly hears the sound of water running from the bathroom.
Her head tilted slightly towards the direction of the bedroom door, understanding it in her heart.
Her lips curled into a deeper smile.
Smiling, she closed her eyes.
Her mood suddenly beca joyful, her brows lifted in delight.
Tang Si...
I thought you really showed no reaction at all.
So this ti, he’s truly doing that, isn’t he?
Sotis, isn’t releasing your desires also rather appealing?
Thinking so, she surprisingly falls asleep.
...
That night, Song Yi had a dream.
A dream about spring.
Waves of heat rolling, relentless through the night.
...
The sunlight outside shone into the bedroom, layer upon layer lighting up Song Yi’s delicate face.
Her lashes curled up, yet seed damp with sothing, and her face was tinged with a blush.
Hoo...
Song Yi suddenly opened her eyes, her charming gaze sleepy and hazy.
Staring at the ceiling, she swallowed, a feeling of dryness sweeping through her body.
The remnants of the dream made her blush and heart race; realizing what kind of dream she had, she suddenly turned over, and covered her face.
Damn it! This is killing !
"Knock knock knock—" Just then, an exceptionally clear knock ca from the door.
Song Yi’s rolling motion halted, she sat up on the bed with wide eyes.
"Awake?" a man’s lazy voice ca in from outside.
Song Yi hastily patted her face, calming her emotions, lifted the quilt to get up, and checked herself in the bedroom mirror.
Seeing her complexion mostly recovered, she exhaled slightly, ssily clumped her tousled hair.
Her smooth and clean forehead was revealed; even early in the morning, she was still radiant and beautiful.
Once everything was sorted, assuring she could face others, Song Yi slowly walked to open the door.
The mont she opened it, the man was lazily leaning against the front, arms crossed, already dressed—black trousers, black shirt, hair neatly styled.
He looked completely polished.
The shirt buttons fastened to the top diligently, covering his collarbone and neck skin.
Only the protruding Adam’s apple above the collar moved as he spoke, sexy and smooth.
Sohow adding a bit of a restrained feeling, steady yet reserved.
A mature man’s alluring point.
Who could imagine, such a man was doing that kind of... thing across a door last night.
Song Yi’s drooping hands clenched tightly, secretly muttering to herself.
Damn, so improper.
Spit, no, pretending to be proper!
Tang Si looked at her face and the first words he spoke were light, seemingly teasing: "Why is your face a little red?"
"Seeing first thing in the morning, makes you blush?"
"..." Damn your blush.
Song Yi felt a bit embarrassed, cursing inwardly, yet on the surface, she maintained the deanor of a delicate woman.
After all, having just dread, the male protagonist was standing right in front of her, wanting to act cool couldn’t overshadow her nervousness.
"Whatever to eat, where are my clothes, bring them so I can change."
Tang Si glanced down from her face.
Suddenly chuckling, smirking playfully: "Bought you new ones, already washed and dried, see if it’s the right size?"
"...?" Song Yi looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Following him over there.
Tang Si was puzzled, wondering why this little one was so obedient today?
He glanced back at her suspiciously.
When Song Yi saw him looking back at her, her heart tightened, almost stopping, afraid he’d realize she dread of sothing unspeakable.
She gave Tang Si a sweet and charming smile, flawless, wonderfully enchanting.
Tang Si licked his lips, saying nothing, and turned to keep walking.
Song Yi slowly let out a breath.
He shouldn’t notice anything amiss, right?
She’s a typical case of a guilty conscience.
After all, the dream involved her doing all sorts of things to the man...
When they reached the changing room, Tang Si pointed out the clothes; it was a complete set he picked out for her.
She finally understood what he ant by checking if the size fits.
Because, he even prepared the lingerie!
Song Yi’s face instantly burned; she inadvertently glanced up at Tang Si, who looked at her seriously, slightly frowned, and asked straightforwardly: "Not fond of this style?"
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