In the midst of Shi Nuan’s constantly tense emotions, Song Yansheng quickly showered, changed into casual ho wear, and ca downstairs.
Seeing the little girl still sitting on the sofa, the corners of his lips involuntarily curled into a smile. He walked over, gently patted her shoulder, and called her, "Nuannuan—"
Shi Nuan’s heart jumped in surprise, her body involuntarily trembled slightly. She turned her head to look at the man, calling him, "Se... Second Uncle..."
The man’s delicate eyebrows knitted together. Then he reached out with his long fingers to brush away the girl’s hair hanging over her forehead, his fingertips applying a gentle force to her fair forehead...
"No fever... What’s wrong, why is your face so pale? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, no!" Shi Nuan hurriedly stood up.
The man’s fingers, carrying a slightly warm breath, slid down from her forehead, the tips lightly brushing over the tip of her nose.
Shi Nuan said, "...Second Uncle, it’s getting late, we... let’s have dinner!"
Song Yansheng gazed at the little girl for a mont and softly said, "Okay!"
Shi Nuan turned and walked towards the dining room, her pace slightly quick.
Song Yansheng couldn’t tell if she was really hungry or if she was treating him like a beast of prey, trying to avoid him!
...
The atmosphere at dinner was extrely awkward. Shi Nuan remained silent, and Song Yansheng, who usually didn’t talk much during als, ate quietly as well.
As a result, the al was eaten in extre quietness and was extrely... slow.
In fact, the one taking their ti was not Song Yansheng but Shi Nuan.
After dinner, the issue facing them was rest and sleep.
She was still on her period, so naturally, Song Yansheng wouldn’t do anything to her, and since the mourning period required forty-nine days, and Song Yansheng had promised her, he naturally wouldn’t overstep boundaries.
But even so, lying in the sa bed as Song Yansheng...
That image... she couldn’t dare to imagine!
Today, Song Yansheng seed to slow down his eating pace to match hers.
But no matter how slow, there would co a ti when he finished eating. Song Yansheng put down his bowl and chopsticks and wiped his lips with a napkin.
He looked up at Shi Nuan sitting across from him, gazing at the half-full plate of food in front of her.
Raising an eyebrow: "If you really can’t eat any more, don’t push yourself too hard!"
Shi Nuan: "..."
Her eyes lowered slightly, unsure of what to say.
Can’t eat more? Of course not, after all, there wasn’t much in the bowl to begin with!
But...
"Aunt Hui—"
At this mont, Song Yansheng suddenly called out.
Shi Nuan was surprised, then heard Song Yansheng’s voice saying, "The lady can’t eat anymore, take all the als away!"
Aunt Hui responded, "Alright, Mr."
Shi Nuan: "..."
Her delicate brows furrowed, she wasn’t full yet!
But at this mont, how could she possibly say it aloud?
So, she could only watch helplessly as Aunt Hui took away her plate, powerless to do anything.
Opposite her, Song Yansheng stood up and said, "Alright, Nuannuan, let’s go sit in the living room after finishing dinner!"
Shi Nuan: "..."
She glanced at him, didn’t speak, and got up to walk toward the living room.
The man behind her squinted as he watched her back, eyes filled with amusent.
Little girl, how long can you keep up the bravado?
In the living room, after Shi Nuan sat down, she casually picked up a financial magazine and pretended to read it, acting as if she didn’t notice Song Yansheng when he arrived.
However, Song Yansheng didn’t sit with her because as soon as he got to the living room, his phone in his pocket started ringing.
The caller was Qiao Yichi.
Shortly after, Song Yansheng went upstairs, saying he had so work to handle and it wouldn’t take long.
Shi Nuan naturally didn’t stop him, telling him to focus on his work and not to mind her.
Her tone, cold.
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