Chapter 74 How does it feel?

From the afternoon to the evening, Si Yan was concentrating on discussing work with his colleagues in the research group, so he let Su Nian go back to her mother Su Hong alone.

At this moment, only mother and daughter were left in the tailor shop.

Su Hong was busy working, the hum of her sewing machine softly echoing through the room. Su Nian, on a whim, was sewing a tablecloth. After dinner, she suddenly remembered that Jinghua Garden's dining table was still short of a tablecloth. She found a piece of fabric in the shop that matched her home's style and enthusiastically began to work on it.

Si Yan hurried over as soon as he finished.

"Mom, are you still busy so late?" He pushed the door open and came in with a gentle voice, holding a bag of fruit in his hand.

Su Hong looked up and smiled: "I'm here! You guys should go back early, it's almost time for me to go home too."

After waiting for a few more minutes, Su Nian finally finished the tablecloth. The couple packed up their things, said goodbye to Su Hong, and went home.

Su Hong's home is not far from the tailor shop, and she refused to let her children send her home no matter what. It was still early, so she wanted to walk back slowly by herself to calm down.

What happened that night really caught her off guard.

She pondered over and over again: What was making her so uneasy? Was it the sight of them together? Was it the worry about what would happen after they reunited? Or was it the fear that her daughter wouldn't be able to accept the truth?

After much thought, she realized that what she was most worried about was that her daughter would be hurt.

She finally understood that a father's determination to recognize his biological child was not something she could control.

It seemed she had to find time to have a good talk with Chen Ran. No matter what, she couldn't let her daughter get upset; that was her bottom line.

Perhaps, as Afen said, some things are better left to nature.

The lights of the distant buildings flickered, like the stories of countless families. The evening breeze gently blew the corners of her clothes, blowing away some of the chaos in her heart. Su Hong took a deep breath and slowly walked home.

As soon as the young couple stepped into their home in Jinghua Garden, Su Nian spread the tablecloth on the dining table as if she were holding a treasure.

This linen silk tablecloth has a very light ivory base with simple geometric chevron patterns. The silver-grey silk threads are faintly visible, unobtrusive yet exuding a warm luster. It is simply perfect for the occasion.

Si Yan leaned against the door frame and looked at the busy little woman. The saying "live your life like a poem" should be the scene before his eyes.

I'm very glad that it was her that night.

He walked over and gently put his arms around her waist from behind, rubbing his chin against the top of her hair: "With you at home, even the air becomes gentle."

Su Nian turned around and smiled, slapping his troublesome hand away. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks. She couldn't help but wonder, "Professor Si, have you practiced this sweet talk in secret? One after another!"

But she asked, "You just try to tease me. By the way, how's the discussion of the new project going with your colleagues? Is it going well?"

"Yeah, I've almost figured it out, but it's a bit taxing." Si Yan sat down on a chair next to the dining table and stretched. "Home is still more comfortable. By the way, it must be hard to get a taxi at that time after you get off work. I should have called one for you in advance."

"Director Chen sent me there."

"Huh?" Si Yan's brows instantly wrinkled like a knotted ball of wool, and his tone was a little wary. Why was it him again?

Su Nian's hand was still stroking the tablecloth, not noticing Si Yan's expression. She spoke to herself, "Let me tell you, this Mr. Chen is actually an acquaintance my mom met when she was working in the south. Isn't that a coincidence? He even stayed for dinner before leaving."

"Oh? I see..." Si Yan stroked his chin thoughtfully, "That's quite a coincidence."

Well, I hope I misunderstood.

After taking a shower, Si Yan came over with the air of a "traditional Chinese doctor on call" and said, "Hold out your hand. You've been so tired this week that you even have dark circles under your eyes. Let me take your pulse."

Su Nian obediently stretched out her wrist, looked at his serious profile when his fingertips touched hers, and muttered silently in her heart: What could happen?

"It's okay. Being young means you have a good foundation." Si Yan released his hand, and the next second he pulled her into his arms, holding her firmly. His voice was full of concern: "This is a special period, you must pay attention to rest."

"Yeah..." The sudden intimacy made Su Nian's heart flutter, and her response turned into a trembling sound.

Who knew that this soft response was like pressing a switch, and Si Yan's Adam's apple visibly rolled.

Su Nian's eyes unconsciously lingered on his rising and falling Adam's apple. The line there slid slightly with his breathing, casting an ambiguous shadow in the warm light.

As if possessed by a magic spell, she stretched out her index finger and touched it lightly.

"hiss--"

As soon as his fingertips touched his warm skin, Si Yan felt as if his whole body was stroked by feathers, and it was so itchy that he suddenly tensed his back and gasped.

Su Nian looked at the man's eyes which darkened in an instant, and her heart skipped a beat: It's over, I seem to have pissed him off.

Su Nian was startled to realize she had gotten into trouble and subconsciously tried to withdraw her hand, but he grabbed her wrist. She looked up and met his deep eyes, and the dark tide surging in them made her legs weak.

Si Yan looked at Su Nian. His fair cheeks had already turned a pink, and his black eyes were so watery that they seemed to be about to burst out, but he still blinked to pretend to be calm.

"How does it feel?" His voice was unusually hoarse.

Su Nian's mind went blank, and she told the truth: "So...hard." - After saying that, she wanted to bite off her tongue. Why did what she said sound a little...that?

As soon as she finished speaking, Si Yan lowered his head and covered her lips. His kiss was hot but restrained, gently rolling over her lips, with the refreshing scent of cedar.

When their soft lips touched, Su Nian's hand subconsciously grabbed his clothes.

The little bit of courage she had just to tease him had long since vanished into thin air, leaving only a dizzy throbbing sensation. She could only passively endure his kiss, forgetting even to breathe - was this the legendary "kissing until you suffocate"?

In the charming room, when Su Nian felt she was about to faint, Si Yan finally let her go.

"Breathe, my idiot." Si Yan reminded the person in his arms lovingly.

Su Nian's face suddenly turned even redder, as if it had been splashed with rouge.

The next second, Si Yan's kiss fell again. This time, with irresistible tenderness, he pried open her teeth and gently rolled her tongue. Su Nian shuddered all over, and only one thought remained in her mind: Oh my god, this guy is too good!

When she was released again, Su Nian touched her burning cheeks dizzily, and alarm bells suddenly went off in her mind: Wait, I'm three months pregnant. If I really give in to him...will something happen?

But then I thought, he's a professional doctor, he knows his limits, so I can't go wrong just following his lead...

She secretly raised her eyes and glanced at him quickly with wet eyes. Her eyelashes trembled slightly like frightened butterfly wings.

Just as she was wavering between being reserved and following her heart, Si Yan suddenly raised his hand and ruffled her hair, his tone returning to his usual calm: "It's getting late, let's go to bed."

Su Nian: “???”

She was stunned for a moment, and laughed inwardly. What was she thinking about?

It wasn't that she felt lost. It was her first time kissing him, even if it was just a brief taste, it was enough for her to savor it for a long time.

Not surprisingly, Su Nian suffered from insomnia.

The slight trembling of their fingertips touching and the warmth of their intertwined breaths were like being pressed on a loop button, replaying over and over in her mind. Every detail was so clear that it made her heart beat out of control.

She didn't know how long it had been before she distinctly felt the bed beside her sink slightly. He had turned over. After a brief silence, there was the soft rustle of fabric rubbing against each other as he stood up. Footsteps passed through the bedroom, the bathroom door opened and closed, the sound of running water rising and falling, and then he returned, covered in a refreshing, damp blanket. The mattress sank slightly again...

It was not until a pair of cool hands gently embraced her in his arms, and the familiar embrace was like a tailor-made harbor, that her tense shoulders and neck finally relaxed.

Her eyelids felt as if they were infused with warmth, becoming heavier and heavier, her consciousness gradually sinking into a hazy state. This night was as long as a psychedelic dream, and she felt as if she was wrapped in a fluffy and soft cloud, dizzy, yet sweet and unreal.