Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Do you have any shame?

Aunt Chen patted her head as if awakening from a dream and said happily, "Yes! I can still sleep in Young Master Ji's room."

The servants were used to changing their attitudes according to the situation. Ever since they discovered that Song Youning had become nicer to Ji Siyun, they even changed the way they addressed Ji Siyun from "Little Ji" to "Master Ji".

"I'll go change the sheets for you, miss."

"No need." Ji Siyun stopped Aunt Chen, "You go and rest, I'll take care of it."

Aunt Chen looked at Song Youning. Seeing that she didn't say anything and didn't object, she assumed she agreed and nodded quickly. "Okay, thank you for your help, Master Ji."

The servants' rooms were all on the first floor. After Aunt Chen left, Ji Siyun opened his door and glanced sideways at Song Youning who was standing there motionless.

"Miss, won't you come in?"

"I didn't agree to sleep in your room." Song Youning wrapped her shirt tighter around her chest, as if that would make her warmer. Ji Siyun looked at her quietly, with a hint of smile in his dark eyes.

Not wanting to do what he wanted, Song Youning turned around and touched the door handle of her room, but was suddenly startled by the cold metal and shuddered again - forget it, a good woman would never suffer a loss in front of her.

Song Youning turned around, raised his chin slightly, and walked towards Ji Siyun's room with a calm expression.

Ji Siyun stepped aside with a smile in his eyes. Song Youning glared at him as he passed by and muttered, "It's my house. I can live in whichever room I want."

The fragrance she brought blew through his nose. Ji Siyun's eyes dimmed slightly, and an intriguing smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He followed her into the room.

The air conditioner in Ji Siyun's room was not broken, and the temperature rose quickly. Song Youning sat on the chair on his desk, waiting for Ji Siyun to put on new sheets.

There were many materials and drafts about computer programming neatly arranged on the desk. Song Youning flipped through them when he was free. Ji Siyun's handwriting was very beautiful, but it contained some symbols that Song Youning could not understand.

Didn't Ji Siyun and she both study economics? Why was he reading a book about programming?

She turned around and put her hands on the back of the chair, leaning her upper body on it, and asked Ji Siyun who was changing her bed sheets: "Ji Siyun, do you like programming?"

The action of tidying the quilt paused slightly. With his back to Song Youning, Ji Siyun pursed his lips and replied softly: "I can't say I like it, but I'm a little interested..."

"How about I help you change your major to the School of Computer Science next semester?"

Ji Siyun turned back abruptly, his dark gaze falling on Song Youning, and he eagerly refused: "No need!"

"Why?" Song Youning was puzzled. "Although I don't understand, the programs on the table should all be written by you, right? You obviously like programming very much..."

"Really, there's no need!" Ji Siyun turned his head and finished the last bit of work in his hand, once again rejecting Song Youning's kindness.

After smoothing the quilt, he came to the seated Song Youning, slowly squatted down, and under her gaze, he held her bare, exposed, red, frozen ankle with his big hands.

Her delicate skin had been exposed to the cold air for too long and was frozen. Ji Siyun's palms were hot and were now pressed against her ankles to provide her with warmth.

"The temperature is going to drop again during this period. Even though we have air conditioning at home, we still need to wear a pair of socks."

The tall young man squatted in front of her, warming her feet with his hands while chattering to her, just like an old nanny.

"I know." Song Youning didn't take it seriously at all, and just said it casually. When he felt that it was enough, he shook his legs to let Ji Siyun let go: "Okay, that's enough."

Ji Siyun let go of her ankles and stood up with his hands on his legs. His tall figure seemed a little oppressive under the light, and Song Youning had to look up at him.

A puzzled look appeared on Song Youning's fair face. He tilted his head slightly and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

A faint smile appeared on the young man's face. Ji Siyun narrowed his dark eyes slightly and said as if hurt, "Miss, I just made your bed and you're kicking me out?"

"What else?" Song Youning asked as a matter of course.

He laughed helplessly, "This is my room. You have to let me take a shower and change clothes before leaving."

"You can go to my room to take a shower." Song Youning didn't want him to stay here any longer.

Ji Siyun's eyelids drooped, and his bright red lips turned down in an arc of grievance. He said pitifully, "Miss, I'm afraid of the cold too."

In such cold weather, taking a shower without air conditioning is indeed something that requires courage. Since he has occupied Ji Siyun's room, Song Youning felt that he should not be too harsh.

"Okay." She nodded after hesitating for a moment and added, "You can leave after you finish washing."

The sound of water dripping came from the bathroom. Song Youning sat on the bed and wanted to wait for Ji Siyun to finish showering and leave before lying down. However, she didn't expect that Ji Siyun, a grown man, took longer than her to shower. The sound of water inside did not stop for a long time.

After traveling through the book, Song Youning rarely stayed up late and had a very regular schedule. She felt sleepy after sitting upright on the bed for a while. She yawned, her body became more and more crooked, and finally she lay down completely in the quilt.

Ji Siyun hadn't come out yet. Song Youning forced herself to stay awake and told herself not to sleep, but her eyelids didn't listen to her at all. As she waited, her breathing gradually became steady - she fell asleep.

The central air conditioner was supplying warm air into the room, making a slight humming sound. Suddenly, there was a slight "click", the humming stopped, and the warm air stopped.

No matter how cold the weather was, Song Youning liked to leave the window open a little when he slept. The heat accumulated in the room was quickly blown away by the cold wind blowing in from the window gap, and the temperature dropped. Song Youning unconsciously curled up in the quilt in his sleep.

It was not until the bathroom door opened with a sound that Song Youning opened his eyes and shivered with cold.

The hot air in the bathroom met the cold air, creating a light white mist. Ji Siyun changed into his pajamas and walked out of the mist. Song Youning exhaled a breath of white air, his voice soft and fresh as if he had just woken up, and asked him, "Why are you so cold?"

Ji Siyun walked to the window and closed the glass window that was letting in cold air. He then walked to the air conditioner outlet in the room to check the air. He said to Song Youning, "Miss, the air conditioner in my room seems to be broken too."

"What?" Song Youning wrapped herself tightly in the quilt due to the cold, speechless and powerless, too lazy to struggle to change rooms.

"That's it..." At least there was still some warmth in the bed. Song Youning curled up, trying to preserve the remaining heat. He said weakly, "Go to my room and sleep. We're all the same now."

This body has a worrying physique. It is afraid of both cold and heat, and is used to an environment with floor heating and air conditioning. Now that the temperature in the room has dropped, the hands and feet are still cold even wrapped in a quilt.

Ji Siyun did not leave obediently, but walked to the bed and stood there.

Song Youning was too cold to even lift her eyelids. She buried her face in the quilt, her voice muffled by the quilt, "Why don't you leave..."

The quilt was suddenly opened, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. Song Youning shivered with cold, raised his face and said angrily: "What are you doing..."

The angry voice stopped abruptly as if someone had strangled him. Under Song Youning's shocked gaze, Ji Siyun calmly got on the bed and lay beside her.

The hot body pressed against her side. Song Youning was stunned for a long time, and finally came to her senses and pushed him away with her hands.

"What are you doing! Get down!"

Her round eyes were wide open, faintly spewing out anger, her brows were tightly furrowed, her fair and tender face was tense, and her hands were clenched into fists to push him out.

Ji Siyun moved sideways, and the hands that pushed his little hands pressed against his chest. He held her hands to prevent her from moving, and his chest trembled slightly as he smiled at her.

"Let go." Song Youning glared at him.

"No."

The warm chest under his hand was heaving, and the strong heartbeat made Song Youning's palms numb.

"Aren't you cold, Miss?" Ji Siyun stretched out his arm and pulled Song Youning into his arms.

His body temperature was very high, and Song Youning's numb hands and feet began to warm up little by little.

"I can warm the young lady's bed."

The crisp breath accompanied by heat blew against Song Youning's ears, making her ears itchy. Song Youning shrank back and raised her head unwillingly. Ji Siyun was looking at her with his head down. Their noses brushed against each other, and they looked like a pair of lovers whispering in each other's ears.

Sleeping in the same bed, lying under the same quilt, and even hugging each other tightly, in such an ambiguous posture, Song Youning was not at all panicked.

"Ji Siyun, what do you want to do?" There was no shyness on her face that was typical of a situation of her age. After the initial surprise, she quickly looked at Ji Siyun calmly.

Ji Siyun's earlobes turned slightly red. Compared to her calmness, he was actually pretending to be calm.

"I...I'm worried that the young lady will catch a cold."

His heat was palpable through the fabric of his pajamas, his chest heaving beneath his hand, his heartbeat rapidly increasing.

Song Youning could easily see that he was not as calm as he appeared to be at the moment. She raised the corners of her lips and raised her eyebrows slightly.

You like to play, don't you? You're still very young.

The hand pressing on his chest began to move slowly, and the slender and soft fingers stroked his body inch by inch through the thin cloth, lingering on his thin muscles.

Ji Siyun's breathing became rapid, a blush appeared on his pale cheeks, and his rosy lips opened slightly, letting out a light hum.

Song Youning looked at her provocatively, and her hands hidden in the quilt wandered restlessly on his body. The muscles that looked just right felt smooth, and they felt soft, tough, and elastic.

A tingling sensation spread throughout his body. He knew that Song Youning did this on purpose to make him let go of his hand. Ji Siyun closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried his best to suppress his desire and not let go.

Seeing that his breathing was disordered and his face was red, Song Youning refused to let go, and raised his eyebrows - Hey, he is quite patient.

There was even more teasing in his eyes.

“Hmm…”

The cold little hand slid up along the hem of his clothes, and the tender palm touched his hot skin without any hindrance.

Ji Siyun's breathing stagnated, and a heat rose from his lower abdomen. The soft body of the girl in his arms exuded a sweet fragrance that kept drifting into his nostrils. He rolled his throat up and down a few times, suppressing the heat surging in his body, and his whole body trembled with the movement of that hand.

Her slender and soft hands moved aimlessly over his body, occasionally placing her palm on a certain spot and drawing gentle circles, and occasionally her fingertips brushed across his skin, causing a slight itch that made his whole body tremble.

Ji Siyun lowered his head, breathing softly, and his hot breath sprayed into Song Youning's ears.

The restless hands stroked his chest muscles, passed over his lower abdomen, and suddenly moved down.

Ji Siyun's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a gasp escaped from his rosy lips.

Song Youning looked at him leisurely, with a smile on his face.

Her hands were burning hot, but she blamed him with an innocent look.

"Ji Siyun, do you have any shame?"