But the others? Listen, what kind of talk is this?
Sheng Jianan felt a sudden surge of anger for no reason. He stretched out his long arms and pulled Tang Yanqi to him: "You’re welco, I don’t mind helping you practice sothing else."
Sheng Jianan’s words seed to leap out of his throat, one word at a ti, and imdiately, Tang Yanqi was lifted horizontally by him and thrown onto the bed.
Yes, thrown onto the bed, without the slightest hint of tenderness or consideration.
Sheng Jianan quickly turned off the light, and the bedroom fell into sudden silence. Neither Sheng Jianan nor Tang Yanqi spoke. Just like the night before, one tossed and turned declaring his displeasure, while the other clung to the edge of the bed, motionless.
Tang Yanqi was very particular about her sleeping environnt. In a new place, she usually couldn’t sleep well the first few nights, or even at all. But here, it seed she had no such issue. If yesterday she slept well because she was tired, today it was simply because she was sleepy.
The stiffness in her body gradually relaxed, and Tang Yanqi slowly drifted off to sleep. After Sheng Jianan noticed she had fallen asleep beside him, he beca even more frustrated. How could she fall asleep so fast while he, the dignified eldest son, was tossing and turning because of her?
Sheng Jianan sat up directly and turned Tang Yanqi over with a stretch of his hand.
Outside the window, the clouds that covered the bright moon scattered, and a beam of bright moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains onto Tang Yanqi’s face—a grayish but brilliant moonlight.
Sheng Jianan’s hand suddenly paused. Tang Yanqi’s long hair spread over the pillow, not yet dry, appearing even more disordered. Her small face seed especially pale amidst the ssy strands, with lips and eyelids slightly dark, she looked like a vivid black-and-white photograph.
She appeared extrely serene, her head turned to the side, revealing the smooth neck on the other side, slender and graceful like a sleeping swan, elegant beyond compare, stunningly beautiful.
In terms of appearance, Tang Yanqi was the type that beca more attractive the more you looked, not initially striking. But now, she truly amazed Sheng Jianan, and the annoyance in his chest began to calm down due to her tranquility.
For the first ti, Sheng Jianan reached out and gently arranged Tang Yanqi’s hair, a rare mont of softness flashed through his mind. How to describe this feeling?
It was too wonderful, a feeling Sheng Jianan had never experienced before, like a feather softly landing at the bottom of his heart, or like a spring bud suddenly bursting open, revealing the delicate petals inside.
This was a feeling he had never experienced in his over twenty years of life.
He hadn’t t Miss Tang for the first ti today; they had known each other since they were young. Although the mory wasn’t deep, Sheng Jianan was sure that back then she never gave him any special feeling—if anything, perhaps more of an aversion.
Sheng Jianan withdrew his hand and moved gently to the other side. What was this? Was it true that won experience an eighteen-year transformation?
He rembered that at the ti, she wasn’t called Tang Yanqi. What was she called? Sheng Jianan couldn’t recall for the mont, but it wasn’t important.
This small episode beca a lullaby for Sheng Jianan, who turned over again, closed his eyes, and before long, went to et Zhou Gong.
Early the next morning, Sheng Jianan opened his eyes to find that the bed in front of him was still neatly made, without a single wrinkle, as if no one had slept there at all.
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