Just as Song Qingqing was about to accept her fate, she unexpectedly fell into a fragrant embrace.

She opened her eyes and saw... huh? It turned out that Sikong Xingchen had saved her.

As Song Qingqing exhaled a heavy breath, she suddenly saw Sikong Xingchen's outrageously handsome face looming over her.

Um?

Is this about to involve something naughty?

Is that not a good idea?

There's nothing wrong with it.

bring it on!

She was ready.

Thinking of this, Song gently opened her arms, her face saying, "I am that fruit exuding the scent of maturity, come and taste it!"

Unfortunately, Sikong Xingchen's attention was not on her expression at all.

His gaze froze instantly at the sudden sight of blood.

"Are you injured? Why is there blood on your face?" Sikong Xingchen reached out and stroked Song Qingqing's cheek, wiping away the blood.

Then he picked her up and gently placed her on the bed.

"Where are you injured? Will you tell me, or should I take your clothes off?" Sikong Xingchen stood in front of Song Qingqing, pressing one knee down in front of her.

"Take it off?"

Song Qingqing was a little confused, then looked embarrassed and stammered, "You should take it off!"

Song Qingqing blushed deeply, her eyes darting around, her gaze constantly drifting towards Sikong Xingchen's lower body.

After saying that, she began to wait for Sikong Xingchen to take off the last piece of his fig leaf.

Sikong Xingchen did not receive Song Qingqing's signal. Seeing that she chose the second method, he stretched out his long arm and went straight for Song Qingqing's buttons.

Song Qingqing instinctively blocked him and asked, "What are you doing? Didn't you say you would take it off? It's not me taking it off."

"......"

Did she think he meant he was taking off his own clothes?

He's already naked, why would he need to take his clothes off?

Sikong Xingchen rubbed his forehead, sat down to the side, and chuckled softly, "What I meant was, I'll help you take it off."

"......" Song Qingqing was speechless. Help her take off her clothes?

Then he got so excited, he asked, "Should I help her take it off?"

So that's what he wanted to do. Interesting.

Song gently twisted her embarrassed little body, then bumped into Sikong Xingchen beside her, and said coquettishly, "I'm not hurt, come at me!"

"......"

Sikong Xingchen looked completely bewildered.

Bring it on!

What is she thinking about with that little head of hers every day?

Are you really not hurt?

Sikong Xingchen looked at Song Qingqing carefully for a few moments, and only after confirming that the bloodstains were from someone else did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"No," Song Qingqing answered honestly, seeing how worried the other person was about her.

"That's good. Go wash up and go to bed." Sikong Xingchen said, then pulled Song Qingqing to the bathroom and personally ran the water for her, testing the water temperature.

Finally, they thoughtfully brought Song Qingqing a well-fitting set of pajamas.

"Snap!" The door closed, and Song Qingqing comfortably lay down in the bathtub, blowing bubbles on the water and happily dancing around.

An hour later, Song Qingqing came out wrapped in a bath towel.

She wasn't wearing the pajamas that Sikong Xingchen had brought.

Because she wanted to eat meat.

She tiptoed to the bedside and saw Sikong Xingchen intently looking at a document.

Song Qingqing drooled as she read it. She wiped her mouth and thought to herself, "Sure enough, a serious man is handsome."

Look how charming and fragrant he is right now.

She quietly came to the bed and hugged Sikong Xingchen from behind.

The latter sensed the movement behind him and his expression froze.

He put down the documents, turned on the light, lay down, and with a quick roll, Sikong Xingchen pinned Song Qingqing beneath him.

"You're playing with fire, do you know that?"

Sikong Xingchen braced himself on the bed with both hands, his starry eyes fixed intently on Song Qingqing, as if trying to depict her appearance with his deep gaze.

Just then, moonlight streamed in through the window, and Song Qingqing saw the beast in the other person's eyes. She reached out and gently hugged the other person's neck.

The next instant, one looked up and the other looked down, and the two heads suddenly came into close contact.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly intensified.

The bright moon outside the window hid behind the clouds.

They didn't know how much time had passed, but just as they were lost in their own world, a white light suddenly appeared.

Then, Song Qingqing realized something was wrong.

Because Sikong Xingchen actually stopped moving.

What the heck?

Song Qingqing opened her bewildered phoenix eyes, looked at Sikong Xingchen whose handsome face was flushed, and asked, "What's wrong? Xingchen, what's wrong with you?"

Song gently fumbled to turn on the light, and then saw that Sikong Xingchen's already red eyes had become even redder.

Most importantly, those predatory eyes remained fixed on her.

Song Qingqing belatedly realized what was happening, glanced down, screamed, turned off the light, grabbed a piece of clothing to cover her chest, rushed into the bathroom, and changed into her pajamas.

After spending a few minutes in the bathroom doing some mental preparation, Song Qingqing returned to her room.

At this point, Sikong Xingchen had calmed down considerably.

As soon as Song arrived, he took the initiative to speak, saying, "I don't know what happened, I suddenly couldn't move."

Can't move?

Song Qingqing was dumbfounded. She hadn't used her abilities!

Why can't he move?

Before Song Qingqing could speak, Sikong Xingchen continued, "It seemed like a flash of white light, and then it was like this."

"White light? Could it be the pattern on my neck?" When Song Qingqing heard the word "white light," her first thought was of her own neck.

"Possibly." Sikong Xingchen did not confirm.

But he knew that it was indeed that thing flashing, and it was that thing that prevented him from moving.

"So what should we do now? How about I make my neck glow again and see if I can let you go?"

Although Song Qingqing said that, she actually wanted to use her own abilities.

Fortunately, the pattern would flash when she activated her ability, successfully covering up her lie.

"Qingqing, never try to make this pattern glow again, okay?"

And remember to wear the silk scarf I gave you every day.

Once they regained their freedom, the two lost interest.

Sikong Xingchen pulled the person into his arms, and they lay down on the bed together.

"I understand." Song nodded gently, and soon fell asleep.

But Sikong Xingchen couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

In the darkness, he gazed fondly at Song Qingqing's sleeping face. After an unknown amount of time, a pattern appeared on his forehead as well.

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye, and Song Qingqing went to the shop after having breakfast.

As soon as the unlucky guy saw Song Qingqing, he immediately pulled her aside and whispered, "Qingqing, in the past week, I saw Sikong Xingchen go to that orphanage three times, and I also caught him touching those children inappropriately."

Based on past patterns, he must have gone there again now.

"It's really suspicious that Sikong Xingchen keeps going to the orphanage so frequently."