Shi Nuan was too scared to move, seeing Song Yansheng holding her like before and doing nothing else, she finally felt a bit relieved.
She closed her eyes, ready to sleep.
Unexpectedly, at this mont, Song Yansheng suddenly let go and sat up.
"I need to use the bathroom too..." Song Yansheng spoke.
Shi Nuan held her breath and softly replied, "Okay."
Song Yansheng got out of bed from the other side and casually turned on the bedside lamp.
Shi Nuan heard tiny rustling sounds behind her, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
After a little while, Song Yansheng ca out from the bathroom, got into bed quickly.
Just as he lifted the quilt, preparing to turn off the light and lie down, his eyes caught Shi Nuan’s ear and his brows furrowed.
Shi Nuan only felt a cool, moist finger gently hook the strap of her mask.
Then, the man’s magnetic and indifferent voice ca from behind: "Mask?"
"..." Shi Nuan was speechless, discovered so quickly!
Song Yansheng hooked one side of the mask and took it off, Shi Nuan bit her lip lying there, not knowing what to say.
Song Yansheng’s handso face quickly ca close, the bedside lamp wasn’t bright but enough to illuminate his well-defined features clearly.
His expression was sowhat aningful, looking at Shi Nuan he asked, "Nuannuan, why are you wearing a mask while sleeping at night?"
"..." Shi Nuan didn’t know how to respond.
"Are you afraid of infecting with a cold?"
He continued speaking, so close she could feel his warm breath all over her face.
Ticklish.
Shi Nuan still didn’t answer.
"Hmm?"
Accompanied by a sexy, magnetic nasal sound from the man, he leaned even closer.
The scent of shower gel, shampoo, and toothpaste.
A clean sll.
Shi Nuan blinked, her eyes misty, feeling that this distance was not okay, maybe she really would pass the cold onto Song Yansheng.
"Second Uncle, you...!!!"
...
For couples and lovers, this is a beautiful thing.
But right now, she couldn’t indulge herself in it, all she could think about was passing the cold onto Song Yansheng...
She didn’t want Song Yansheng to get sick, didn’t want him to catch a cold...
She was just a small intern, catching a cold or getting sick wasn’t a big deal, it wouldn’t affect anyone, nor would anyone affect her.
But it was different for Song Yansheng, thousands or even tens of thousands of employees depended on him for a living.
Many people cared about and focused on his health.
Of course, she didn’t think Gu Shaqing would never catch a cold in his lifeti, but even so, that cold shouldn’t be transmitted from her to Gu Shaqing.
It felt like a historic cri!
She didn’t want to be talked about behind her back, although she didn’t care much about others’ opinions, the fewer negative comnts, the better, preferably none at all.
Most importantly, she genuinely didn’t want Gu Shaqing to catch a cold like her.
Really, having a cold was too uncomfortable, extrely uncomfortable.
After a long while, Song Yansheng reluctantly let her go.
Raising an eyebrow, he spoke: "Now that it’s like this, do you think you still need to wear a mask to sleep?"
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