The Big Shot is Also Crazy About Me Today Chapter 495: He is Cold, but also Gentle

Shi Nuan’s eyelashes trembled, and she said "oh" once more.

Song Yansheng sensed a hint of disappointnt in the girl’s tone, his heart sinking, and he led Shi Nuan back with an expressionless face.

Yu Yao was staying at Song Mansion, so tonight, no matter what, Song Yansheng had to share a room with Shi Nuan.

Even though they had embraced intimately and slept together more than once, the situation now was sowhat awkward.

Shi Nuan went back to the room to wash up first. After Song Yansheng took Yu Yao to the guest room, he also returned to the bedroom shortly after.

At that ti, Shi Nuan had already finished her shower but hadn’t gone to bed. Instead, she sat at the desk, lost in thought.

Seeing Song Yansheng enter, she stood up, her lips moved slightly, but ultimately, she said nothing.

Song Yansheng reached out and tugged at his shirt collar, unbuttoning the second button, and spoke in a bland tone, "Go to bed and rest, why are you just standing there?"

Shi Nuan bit her lip, watching him turn to the side, his tall and handso figure flashing before her eyes, quickly disappearing.

Next, the sound of running water ca from the bathroom.

Shi Nuan was dazed for a mont, then turned and walked to the bed, lifting the quilt and sitting down.

Song Yansheng showered quickly, about ten minutes, and he was done. By that ti, Shi Nuan was leaning against the headboard, casually flipping through a book.

Song Yansheng was wearing a bathrobe, not just a towel around his waist like usual when he ca out.

His hair was damp, and he held a towel, drying it. Noticing Shi Nuan was not asleep, he paused.

But it was so brief, almost imperceptible.

He continued to dry his hair, and in a calm voice, asked, "Why aren’t you sleeping yet?"

Shi Nuan didn’t know how to respond, given the current situation between them, she couldn’t just chat with him as openly as usual.

She believed Song Yansheng felt the sa.

Perhaps he was just making conversation, or maybe it was because of Yu Yao, trying not to make things worse.

Pressing her lips together, she said, "I slept too much during the day, and now... I’m not sleepy yet!"

Song Yansheng didn’t reply. He soon walked to a cabinet, took out a hairdryer, and dried his hair in front of the full-length mirror.

The man’s back was tall and imposing; even wrapped in a bathrobe, he exuded a subtle elegance.

His long fingers ran through his hair deftly, a clear indication that he often dried his own hair.

Shi Nuan sat beside him for a few minutes, absentmindedly watching.

When she sensed he was nearly done, she hurriedly set the book aside, pulled the quilt, and turned over to lie down.

And she closed her eyes.

She heard Song Yansheng turn off the hairdryer, followed by the soft, scattered sounds of footsteps, and the sound of the curtains being drawn.

Then, she felt a light dip on one side of the bed, her heart pounding fiercely.

With a "click," the light was turned off, plunging the room into darkness.

It was then that Shi Nuan, with trembling eyelashes, opened her eyes.

She felt one side of the quilt being lifted, and then the presence of a man lying down beside her.

Her fingers clutched the edge of the quilt tightly, not daring to move.

The next second, her back pressed against the man’s warm embrace.

Shi Nuan bit her lip, the feeling inside shifting from shock to a bitter ache.

Moisture welled slowly in her chest, and suddenly she didn’t understand, didn’t understand why Song Yansheng was doing this!

Heartless was him, and so was being considerate.

Cold was him, and gentle too!

What exactly did he want to do? What exactly did he want her to do?

She didn’t know, she really didn’t know!