Song Yi gave a forced smile: "In front of you, can that thing stay put on ?"
His hand, not a day is it well-behaved.
Tang Si lazily nodded: "True enough."
Song Yi threw a piece of clothing at his head: "That’s nonsense."
Tang Si slowly removed the clothing from his face, revealing half of his face, his eyes like peach blossoms gazing at Song Yi: "Cursing again, little girl, not being good at all."
She thought this man, he’s always like this, reckless and leisurely, teasing people in his lax deanor.
"Talk seriously."
She’s worried to death already.
Tang Si folded the clothing, sighed lightly, and walked over to grab her hand.
He slowly sat on the bed, pulling her gently till she sat on his lap.
With his arm around her shoulder, he spoke tenderly: "I told you not to worry about , I know my own body."
"I want you to be happy, and even if sothing happens, I don’t want you to stress out. You see, now that I’ve told you, hasn’t your happy ti been overtaken by my ssy affairs?"
ssy? He really downplays himself.
"What’s ssy?" Song Yi raised her head, glaring at Tang Si: "Say it again."
Her small hand pinched his chin: "Punish you."
Tang Si chuckled: "Tsk, let put it this way."
"Not only did it take over your happiness, but also mine."
Song Yi: "...?"
She slowly conjured a question mark in her mind.
How could it take over his happiness?
Seeing the little woman’s puzzled look, Tang Si leisurely spoke: "I can’t even flirt with you, still thinking about doing this and that."
The man gently kissed her cheek: "Seeing you worry about while working, making yourself so tired, I feel uneasy and I’m distressed for you."
He licked his lips slightly: "I have... depression, I won’t die."
"It’s just occasionally uncomfortable."
"Who did you give that dicine to for checking? Is that person reliable?"
Song Yi was still worried about the dicine.
"Reliable," Tang Si assured: "Don’t worry."
He rubbed Song Yi’s head: "Aren’t you going to pack? We’re leaving the day after tomorrow, so you need to prepare things to take to Grandma tomorrow."
They were both looking forward to this trip.
Song Yi pouted: "Aren’t I worried about your health?"
"I’m quite fine." Suddenly, the man pressed her down: "Want to try? Last night we didn’t try enough."
Song Yi pressed her hand against his shoulder: "My hand’s still sore, can you behave?"
"Sure." The man agreed.
Song Yi: "???"
This ti he agreed so easily?
The very next second, his lazy, husky voice ca: "Behave like you."
With those words, he leaned in to kiss her.
"Ding ding ding—" the phone rang again at this ti.
Tang Si: "..."
He felt like this damn thing was set against him.
Why does soone call every ti?!
"Your phone." Tang Si sounded quite unsatisfied.
Song Yi: "Your phone, bro."
Tang Si: "..."
It was Lu Yan calling.
Tang Si picked up the phone: "You better have sothing important, or we’ll fight tomorrow."
"..." Lu Yan paused: "Take it easy."
"You’re a 28-year-old man, seriously think you’re a 20-year-old lad?"
"..." Tang Si squinted: "Speak."
"At ho? I’m bringing Song Nuan back."
"Let her stay with you tonight, keep an eye on her, sa for the next few days, I’m going on a trip."
Lu Yan’s temple twitched slightly: "...?"
"No, I said you..."
Tang Si: "Buddy, she’s your girlfriend, shouldn’t you be taking care of her?"
"I..." Lu Yan gritted his teeth, lowered his voice: "Damn, can’t touch or sleep with her, what kind of girlfriend is that, just a young girl, it’s one thing to put on a show in front of others, but you’re teasing like this."
"I can hardly handle her, I don’t touch her, she wants to touch , I’m about to go nuts, okay?"
Tang Si raised an eyebrow: "What? You’re a grown man, and you can let a little girl tease you?"
"Tsk..."
"Shaful."
"Sort it out yourself."
"Hanging up."
"Doo doo doo——"
Lu Yan: "..."
...
Firefighting team.
Lu Yan brought Song Nuan here, into the dormitory.
Because he brought her into the dorm, the other team mbers were doing extra practice indoors.
Suffering terribly.
"Go wash up first and I’ll apply the dicine for you."
This was a four-person dorm, clean and tidy, with the lights on, quite bright.
"I’ll get you a new towel." Lu Yan got up: "About clothes... mind wearing mine?"
After thinking a bit: "Forget it, you wash up, and I’ll go buy sothing for you."
Song Nuan: "That’s okay."
She spoke, eyes fixed on him, hands nervously unsure where to place.
Obviously, she was so bold in the car, now she didn’t know why she was so nervous.
Perhaps knowing he was a gentleman and not casual, left her a bit in awe.
Moreover, this was the fire brigade. Bringing her back in front of everyone, was already kind of an acknowledgnt.
Song Nuan said: "I can wear yours, I don’t mind."
Lu Yan pursed his lips: "Alright."
He handed her a t-shirt, a training uniform t-shirt, quite big, enough for her to wear it as a dress.
She washed here, and Lu Yan went to the bathhouse.
Afraid she’d not find him after she finished, she washed quite quickly.
When Song Nuan ca out, she saw Lu Yan wearing clean clothes, standing there waiting for her.
Lu Yan saw her co out, wearing his clothes, her small fra looking particularly slender, but well-developed, with everything where it should be.
After all, she was already eighteen.
Slender legs, long and straight, under the lighting, looked dazzlingly enticing.
Song Nuan felt uncomfortable being stared at, her hands covered herself.
Because she was soaked, now she wore nothing but this t-shirt.
She’d never stood like this in front of a man, especially in a dormitory.
She was afraid Lu Yan might notice she wore nothing underneath, deliberately curved her waist slightly to avoid showing any shape.
The sight of her ward Lu Yan’s whole body, his Adam’s apple bobbed a few tis, he shifted his gaze, turned to fetch her a jacket: "Put it on, don’t catch a cold."
He thought she was hunching because of the cold.
Song Nuan took the jacket, turned her back, and put it on.
Lu Yan: "..."
She was so proactive earlier, now she’s guarding against him like he was a hooligan.
He curled his lips, smiled, quite helpless, truly she was just a girl.
He pulled out a small stool from under the bed, for her to sit.
Song Nuan wore the coat, wrapped herself tightly, and sat down,
He knelt on one knee in front of Song Nuan: "Roll up the sleeve a bit, I see your elbow is injured."
She obediently complied.
The little girl’s elbows and knees were scraped.
Her tender white skin looked particularly distressing.
Lu Yan’s heart tightened: "Does it hurt?"
"Mm." Song Nuan nodded, her little voice soft and sweet: "It stings, really hurts."
The man applied dicine to her, very carefully, to not hurt her, softly blowing on her wounds while holding her small hand.
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