That is Su Xiaong and Ren Yixuan.
Childhood sweethearts... huh?
Closing the drawer, Yin Shixiu glanced at the still sleeping Su Xiaong, then got up to find a slightly more sophisticated book from Yin ng’s desk to read.
The muted phone kept lighting up, so Yin Shixiu simply turned it off.
By around three in the afternoon, Su Xiaong finally showed signs of waking up, covered in a cold sweat, her face very pale.
She opened her eyes, still a bit dazed...
"Awake?"
"Mm." She instinctively responded, then felt her throat dry and tight, murmuring, "I want so water..."
Her voice even carried a hint of a soft, coquettish tone.
Yin Shixiu got up to fetch a cup of water, and as his tall figure rose, Su Xiaong felt as if an ancient tree shot up from the ground in the corner of her eye, startling her awake.
"Uncle?!"
She was too shocked to speak, tightly closing her eyes and reopening them, praying it was an illusion, but Yin Shixiu was already handing her the water.
The stark reality was truly harsh...
"Didn’t you want water?"
Su Xiaong looked at the cup, then at Yin Shixiu, and shook her head, "No, I don’t want..."
"Afraid it’s poisoned?"
Yin Shixiu raised his brow and then took a sip from the cup.
"That’s my cup!"
"You’re in good spirits." Yin Shixiu raised his hand to feel her slightly cool forehead, easing his mind a bit.
Su Xiaong turned her face away, grabbed her cup from his hand, and hugged it, looking aggrieved.
"Why... why are you here?"
"ng ng said you were ill, and since today is her grandfather’s grand birthday celebration, she couldn’t miss it, so she asked to fill in and take care of the budding flowers of the nation."
"But this is the girls’ dormitory..."
"So?"
"It’s full of young girls about my age..."
"And then?"
"Uncle, can you... hold yourself back?"
Su Xiaong looked at him earnestly, as if this doubt truly lay deep in her heart.
"Hmm... why aren’t you saying anything..."
"I suddenly realized..." Yin Shixiu thought for a mont, and his expression suddenly darkened, "I might really have a bit of trouble holding back..."
Su Xiaong quickly widened her eyes, watching Yin Shixiu’s face getting closer, swallowing hard, "But this, this is the girls’ dormitory!"
"I know, it’s full of budding flowers like you."
"If you get any closer, I’ll call out!"
Yin Shixiu’s body leaned forward, and Su Xiaong didn’t call out, only squeezing her eyes shut and shrinking back. Yin Shixiu’s hand was propped beside her, closely watching her eyelashes trembling with tension...
Su Xiaong’s brow twitched, then she peeked her eyes open into a slit, seeing Yin Shixiu’s face close by, endlessly chuckling, so close that she could touch his nose just by leaning a little closer...
The two of them were so close, fighting for the sa breath of air, a bit short of oxygen.
"Why aren’t you calling out? Hmm?"
He asked lightly, his voice able to seep into one’s bones, making Su Xiaong feel her fragile little heart pounding a wild Latin beat, losing all rhythm.
Actually, his smile is really...
She couldn’t find the word to describe it; calling it good-looking was too shallow, calling it handso lacked class, better to say... very comforting, even if it was mocking.
"I, I... I know you’re not daring!"
Su Xiaong’s eyes widened again, her chest puffed out! This is the girls’ dormitory! It’s her turf!
Yin Shixiu raised his hand and poked her forehead, "If I really wanted to bully you, I have a hundred and eight ways to do it."
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