Chapter 27 Chapter 27 I May Be Cold

Guan Mi slowly finished the wine in his glass before he stood up and said to Ji Xueying, "I feel a little dizzy. I'll go back to my room first."

Ji Xueying nodded and watched her walk up the stairs.

Chen Yanfeng only said to go upstairs. Guan Mi didn't see him along the way and didn't know which room he lived in, so he planned to go back to the room and call him.

She walked to the end of the corridor, dim light fell on her head, pushed open the door, and the cold wind blowing from the balcony made her shiver.

Then she saw the man sitting in the shadows of the room.

There were no lights on, only streetlights and moonlight coming in from outside, and the atmosphere was inexplicably cold.

She resisted the urge to run, rubbed her arms covered with goose bumps, and reached out to touch the light switch on the wall.

Before I could touch it, my hand was held down by a cold hand.

Chen Yanfeng pressed her against the door, his palm resting on the back of her head. He asked in a deep voice, "Did you go out this afternoon?"

Guan Mi was pressed against the door panel, feeling cold, but in front of him was the man's hot body.

She held her breath, trying to create some distance, but every time she retreated a little, he would come nine steps closer, until she had nowhere to retreat and was completely enveloped by his hot, alcoholic breath, almost suffocating her.

Chen Yanfeng stared at her with deep eyes and asked again in a low voice: "Did you go out in the afternoon?"

"yes."

"With whom?"

Guan Mi didn't know what was wrong with him. How had she offended him?

"I went out on my own."

"You're lying."

"...How did I lie? Show me the evidence that I lied."

Shen Yanfeng pulled the corner of his mouth.

Why didn't I realize she was so eloquent before?

He held her with one hand and used the other to pick up the camera on the shoe cabinet. He skillfully brought out the photo he had looked at many times and displayed the screen directly in front of her.

"The camera belongs to Xu Yao."

Guan Mi looked carefully and found that the person in the photo was her. It looked like a moment captured by coincidence.

So Shen Yanfeng is...jealous?

She looked away from the camera screen and raised her eyes to meet his. "I did run into Mr. Xu by chance in the ginkgo forest, but we only said hello briefly before parting ways. It took less than a minute."

Shen Yanfeng snorted coldly: "Simple? How simple?"

Guan Mi felt like a prisoner being interrogated, "Boss Shen, are you so bored? Do you want me to replay that scene for you frame by frame?"

Chen Yanfeng recalled the look in Guan Mi's eyes when she saw Xu Yao at the bar at noon. Although it was a fleeting look, he still saw the touch and distraction in her eyes, just like seeing someone she shouldn't think of anymore.

She was still thinking about Wen Li, so she mistook a man who only had a somewhat similar temperament for him.

The jealousy in his heart almost burned through his reason at this thought.

He lowered his head, his warm breath spraying on her lips, "When you look at him, is it like seeing Wen Li?"

Guan Mi's face froze.

He saw through it all.

She was indeed dazed. At that moment, she really thought the person walking over was Wen Li. Even the tone of voice was very similar. But Xu Yao was Xu Yao. She knew it very well.

Even if she no longer thinks about the possibility of reconciliation, Wen Li is still unique in her heart.

"Guan Mi." Her silence was undoubtedly a kind of acquiescence. Chen Yanfeng almost gritted his teeth, pinching her jaw with his tiger's mouth, "Not only did you admit it, but you also want to savor it in front of me?"

Guan Mi raised her face, very close to him. As long as he lowered his head slightly, he could kiss her lips.

She panicked a little and pushed his chest hard with both hands. "You were the one who brought it up first. You're the one looking for trouble!"

While she was speaking, Shen Yanfeng was caught off guard for a moment and was pushed back half a step by her.

Guan Mi took the opportunity to slip out from under his arm that was resting on the door.

She had just escaped from his control and thought she could run away, but in the next second, a large hand suddenly grabbed her waist and easily pulled her into his arms.

Before she could react, Shen Yanfeng had already grasped the back of her neck and lowered his head to kiss her fiercely.

Guan Mi's head buzzed, as if something suddenly exploded.

She opened her eyes wide and watched the man kiss her lips almost biting them.

Shen Yanfeng had his eyes closed, and there was a mad ruthlessness between his brows. This didn't seem like a lingering love, but more like a plunder with dissatisfaction.

His lips were cold, with a hint of whiskey.

The moment he pried open her teeth and penetrated her, she clearly heard a suppressed moan from his throat, followed by a violent entanglement of lips and tongue.

Guan Mi knew that from holding hands to hugging, kissing might be the next step. Chen Yanfeng himself said that he would wait patiently, so she thought it wouldn't happen so soon.

She had been treated gently before, and she couldn't withstand the aggressive Shen Yanfeng at all.

He was too direct and too strong, just like a disorganized teenager who had no idea what kissing was.

Guan Mi pushed and struggled hard, but couldn't shake his tense body at all. Instead, he pressed her back against the door, kissing her deeper and more fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Slowly, she lost her strength and stopped resisting, but she also didn't give any response.

Just as she let Shen Yanfeng kiss her wantonly, he suddenly stopped.

After looking at her, he leaned down, wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, buried his head in her shoulder, his hot breath seeped into her skin, and her ears were filled with his heavy breathing.

After a while, their breathing gradually returned to normal.

"You've never been kissed?" Shen Yanfeng's tone was somewhat accusatory. Who told her not to respond at all?

Who was it that hadn't been kissed? Suppressing his scorn, Guan Mi calmly replied, "Yes."

She added, "Many times."

These words pierced Shen Yanfeng's heart, and he immediately regretted asking.

He gently stroked her swollen lips with his thumb and studied her calm face carefully, trying to find any trace of her emotions during the intimacy just now.

But, there was nothing.

"Guan Mi," he lowered his eyelids and pressed her into his arms again, lowering his head to kiss her forehead again and again, with obvious frustration in his voice as he spoke, "Don't do this."

Guan Mi was silent.

He held her like this, and time passed slowly, so long that she almost fell asleep.

She reminded him: "Mr. Shen, you should go back."

"Hmm?" Shen Yanfeng asked, "What did you call me?"

Guan Mi's lips moved, and he spoke with a little heat on his lips: "Chen Yanfeng."

Only his family members called him by his full name, and their tone was mostly angry and dissatisfied.

Shen Yanfeng actually found it very special that Guan Mi called out his name without any emotion.

I like it very much.

"I'm actually quite happy to see you being cold and indifferent to me now," he said.

Guan Mi thought, has he suddenly developed a masochistic tendency?

She didn't ignore him, did she? She rarely gave him the cold shoulder.

She thought for a moment and asked him, "If I smile at you and stick to you all day, will you get tired of it soon?"

Shen Yanfeng was stunned for a moment, then buried his head in her shoulder and laughed softly.

How could he ever get tired of her?

But now he wanted to go along with her: "Why don't you give it a try? Maybe you're right."

Guan Mi gave a fake smile, "So you can go back? I want to take a shower and go to bed."

Only then did Shen Yanfeng let her go.

When he stood up, he seemed to suddenly remember something and glanced at the wall. "If the noise next door disturbs your rest, call me and I'll ask the housekeeper to change your room."

"Oh, okay." Guan Mi responded, and stuffed the camera, mobile phone and clothes into his arms, then went to open the door and made a "please" gesture.

Shen Yanfeng looked at her face and unconsciously touched his lips with his fingers, as if recalling the touch just now.

He took a step forward, leaned over and ruffled her hair again, his voice low and gentle: "It won't be like this next time."

Refers to this kiss.

He knew he had lost his temper and would never let her have such a bad experience again.

Guan Mi shook his messed-up hair, then nodded, looking as if he didn't care.

"I live across from you." Shen Yanfeng walked out and turned back to say, "Knock on the door if you need anything."

The door closed gently.

It was not until the footsteps disappeared that Guan Mi finally relaxed. He slowly leaned his back against the door panel and let out a long sigh.

The steam from the private bath on the balcony quietly spread in the night.

She locked the door behind her and took off her clothes as she walked towards the hot spring.

The warm water gradually flowed over her ankles and calves, and then gently wrapped her whole body.

She sank into the water, closed her eyes, and let the clean water caress her cheeks, as if it could wash away all traces of tension and entanglement.

She didn't know how long she had been soaking in the bath, but she felt soft and relaxed all over, and a little hungry.

She emerged from the water, put on her bathrobe, and was about to enter the bathroom when someone knocked on the door.

She paused and stood there without moving.

"Miss Guan, are you asleep? I'm a servant here."

Guan Mi relaxed his brows, fastened his belt, and walked forward to open the door.

A maid was standing outside the door, holding a wooden tray with a bowl of steaming dumplings on it.

“Mr. Shen asked me to bring this to you. He told you to eat it while it’s hot.”

Guan Mi was slightly startled, then took it and said, "Thank you."

"Also," the maid said with a smile, "Mr. Shen said that you can move a chair and sit by the window to eat later."

"Why?" Guan Mi turned his head and looked at the window in confusion.

There wasn't any tree scenery like outside the balcony, just an empty parking lot.

The maid smiled mysteriously and said, "You'll know in a moment."

Guan Mi closed the door and looked down at the dumplings in the bowl.

Just by looking at the shapes, she recognized that they were made by Shen Yanfeng himself. There were all kinds of strange shapes, but none of them looked like proper dumplings.

Could it be that this man who can cook delicious meals can’t make dumplings?

She placed the tray on the table and wrapped her wet hair in a towel.

When I came out of the bathroom, my stomach was already growling twice from the aroma.

It was hunger that controlled her will, and she actually didn't really want to eat what Shen Yanfeng made.

The taste was as expected.

And after eating it, the empty feeling in my heart disappeared.

Guan Mi was so focused on eating that he completely forgot about the maid's reminder.

It wasn't until the knock on the door sounded again that she remembered what she said, got up, walked over and opened the window.

From the third floor, you can clearly see downstairs, but for some reason, all the lights in the parking lot are off and it is dark.

So, what should she watch?

She was about to close the window when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a vague figure in the darkness.

Then, a cluster of tiny flames suddenly lit up.

It's fireworks.

It's not the kind that shoots straight into the sky. After being ignited, it leaps to the height of the second floor and then suddenly blooms, turning into a ball of dazzling golden sparks.

The tall figure became clear for a moment in the halo.

It’s Shen Yanfeng.

He walked leisurely, and wherever he went, a firework would rise up at his feet.

Fireworks soon filled the entire parking lot, and everything in sight became bright.

As for Chen Yanfeng, he walked out calmly amidst the successive bursts of flames, stood in front of the curling white smoke, and looked up at her window.

At the same time, loud "bang bang" sounds were heard in the distance, and large patches of gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the night sky, creating a lively atmosphere.

Only all this under Guan Mi's window was so close and at just the right height, so quiet yet so gorgeous, as if she was the only one who could see it.

She looked at the light in front of her and unconsciously fell into the memories of setting off fireworks with Wen Li during the Chinese New Year.

The fireworks downstairs and in the distance stopped one after another after Guan Mi's thoughts drifted away for an unknown period of time. The world seemed to have become quiet in an instant. It was the message alert on the mobile phone on the bed that woke her up.

She looked down at the building below. Chen Yanfeng was holding a cigarette between his fingers, a streak of scarlet light lingering in the darkness, becoming the only light in the parking lot. In his other hand, he held his phone, and it looked like he had sent a message.

She turned to get her phone.

Chen Yanfeng: [Transfer 999999, PS: For apology to Guan Mi only.]

[After eating the dumplings and watching the fireworks that belonged to you, does that make you feel better?]

[sleep tight. ]

She confiscated the money.

Later, Guan Mi found out that Shen Yanfeng had already set up a charity foundation for her at that time. The money he transferred to her and the gifts he didn't give out would be transferred to this foundation to help children in need in her name.

Guan Mi had a dream at night. In the dream, she saw a sea with rising tide and huge waves. A familiar figure was swept into the huge waves. She thought it was Wen Li, so she tried her best to save him. But when she grabbed his hand, she found that his face had turned into the gloomy face of Shen Yanfeng.

She was startled and subconsciously let go of him. Before he was swallowed by the waves again, she heard him say, "Guan Mi, won't you save me?"

But she really didn't reach out her hand again, but just watched him completely disappear from her sight.

Guan Mi didn't know why he didn't save him.

When she woke up in the morning, she sat alone on the balcony, looking at the mountain view in the distance, still thinking about this problem.

No matter what, it's a human life. She could have saved it, so why did she choose to watch him die?

“Knock knock—”

She removed the blanket from her knees and straightened her fitted sweater as she stood up.

This dress was bought for her by Guan Tang. The fabric is very close-fitting and soft, and can perfectly outline her chest line and waist. However, if she sits still for a long time, the hem will inevitably roll up in a mess.

She asked who it was before opening the door.

"I."

Shen Yanfeng.

Afraid that he would stand at the door for too long and be seen by someone who had gotten up, Guan Mi immediately opened the door.

Shen Yanfeng walked in with breakfast, his movements as natural as if he was at home.

She closed the door and asked, "Aren't we having dinner downstairs?"

Shen Yanfeng put the things on the table, looked at her, and spoke after a few seconds: "There are too many people, you eat here."

Guan Mi didn't ask any more questions. Before going into the bathroom to wash his hands, he looked at Chen Yanfeng a few more times because of his dream last night.

She stood in front of the mirror in the sink, lowered her head to wash her hands, and Chen Yanfeng appeared in the mirror as quietly as a ghost, wrapped his hands around her waist, and then held her tightly, insisting that her body be pressed against him.

He whispered in her ear, saying that he missed her and wanted to kiss her. He had been missing her so much since last night that he was almost going crazy.

The tip of his tall nose rubbed her chin, ears, and neck almost greedily, making her feel itchy and numb, and a layer of sensitive red soon appeared wherever it passed.

This was the most direct reaction of her body, and she couldn't hide it.

The water in the sink was still flowing. Guan Mi bit his lower lip hard and closed his eyes tightly, unwilling to look at the intertwined figures in the mirror.

"Speak... Guanya, speak."

He didn't rush forward like he did last night, but suppressed the urge to reach the climax. He didn't insist that she say something or even nod.

Guan Mi was determined to torture him without saying a word, just like the scene in the movie Green Snake where Xiaoqing used all her tricks to seduce Fahai into breaking his vow.

But she is the determined "Fahai", and he is the gentlemanly "Xiaoqing".

Shen Yanfeng's grip on her waist grew tighter and tighter. In the end, he endured the pain all over his body but did not kiss her.

He stared at the face in the mirror and laughed indifferently, "Can you endure this for the rest of your life?"

Guan Mi opened his eyes and said, "Sorry, I might be frigid."

…

One of Shen Yanfeng's ways of venting his emotions is to play with guns.

He was alone in the shooting hall, firing thousands of rounds in a row, and the sound of bangs was endless.

Guan Mi was sitting in the lounge with the door closed. The sound of the gunshots was mostly blocked out, and only the dull aftermath could be heard.

Old Ge saw that Shen Yanfeng was in a bad mood, and asked Guan Mi in a low voice while pouring tea: "What's wrong?"

Guan Mi took the teacup with both hands and replied softly, "I'm not sure either."

I guess he was irritated by her words about frigidity.

Lao Ge took a cigarette and stood up, "I'll go take a look."

By the way, they went to find a place to smoke. When Chen Yanfeng brought Guan Mi into the lounge, he clearly told him not to smoke here.

He finished smoking and then walked over slowly. While Shen Yanfeng was changing the magazine, he asked, "What's wrong? Who dared to make you unhappy?"

Shen Yanfeng quickly ejected the empty magazine, flicked his wrist, and the new magazine snapped in precisely, all in one smooth motion.

He chuckled faintly, "You may have eyes, but not necessarily a heart."

Old Ge was a rough man, and he didn't understand what he was saying, so he just asked, "Who is it?"

"Guan Mi."

Old Ge glared: "Huh?"

Shen Yanfeng didn't raise his eyes and said calmly, "Call her out."

After finishing the magazine in his hand, Guan Mi was called out and stood silently beside Shen Yanfeng.

He held the empty gun, the black muzzle against the table, "Want to play?"

At this time, someone brought out a Browning 1906. This gun has an elegant and compact appearance. Others call it a baby pistol and it has very mild recoil.

Guan Mi shook his head, "I don't want to, and I won't."

She was visibly nervous.

She had been here many times, but she had never touched anything. She watched a lot of spy movies with her grandfather when she was very young, and that had scarred her. Whether it was live ammunition or an air/gun, she saw it as extremely dangerous.

Chen Yanfeng suddenly stretched out his hand holding the gun, and gently lifted her chin with the muzzle of the gun, "Were you kidding me about what you said this morning?"

Guan Mi's eyelashes trembled slightly. Even though she knew there was no bullet in the gun, a layer of cold sweat still broke out on her back. Her voice trembled, "No."

Apart from blushing in the morning, her body really had no other reaction.

Shen Yanfeng put away his gun, his face expressionless, "Was it like this before?"

Guan Mi pursed his lips and did not answer.

Actually not.

Maybe it’s just because... Wen Li was someone she truly loved.

At that time, everything happened naturally. Wen Li was not an impatient person. Whether it was hugging, kissing or anything else, he would not be too intense.

Asking despite knowing the answer.

Shen Yanfeng laughed at himself in his heart, exerted force on his palm, and gripped the gun tightly. If he continued to ask, he would become a fool.

He glanced away, put the gun back on the table, picked up the pocket gun and put it in Guan Mi's hand, wrapped her cold fingers with his own hand, and guided her to hold the gun handle tightly.

"I'll teach you how to play," he said.

Guan Mi held the gun, and after Shen Yanfeng put goggles and noise-canceling earplugs on her, she was forced to stand in the shooting position, her heart beating wildly.

Shen Yanfeng was behind her, his chin resting on the top of her head, carefully adjusting her posture.

"Aim at the target," he whispered, his lips almost touching her ear, "and then, pull the trigger."

He took her fingers and pressed down gently.

With a soft "bang", the bullet hit the bull's eye in the distance.

Guan Mi trembled slightly in his arms.

Unexpectedly, the gunshot and recoil did not bring a sense of fear. Instead, a strange feeling of relaxation spread from the shoulders.

She didn't even realize that she had just exhaled, as if something that had been weighing on her heart for a long time flew out with the bullet.

Then came the second round, the third round... Shen Yanfeng led her to finish a magazine, and each shot made her more accustomed to the sense of control.

Finally, he taught her how to change the magazine and confirmed that all her movements were correct. Then he stepped aside and looked at her silently.

Guan Mi was addicted, and her actions became more and more decisive. She was completely immersed in this direct catharsis.

No wonder Shen Yanfeng loves coming here so much.

When she came out of the club, Guan Mi was exhausted. She sat in the passenger seat drinking water and didn't want to say a word.

But before Shen Yanfeng started the car, she spoke: "Turn left at the second intersection ahead, and you can get to my rental house without taking a detour."

"No dinner?"

"I want to go back and eat."

"You have to eat with me."

End of topic.

Guan Mi followed Shen Yanfeng into a Japanese restaurant.

Just after he placed the order, his phone rang.

He glanced at the screen and didn't answer.

"Work call?" she said. "Do you want me to answer it for you?"

Shen Yanfeng curled the corners of his lips, picked up the phone and put it directly in front of her.

"Do you really want to answer it?" he asked.

The words "Chen Minyan" on the screen made Guan Mi step back.

In the past, if Shen Minyan had something to contact Shen Yanfeng, his secretary would contact him on his behalf. This time he called in person, which shows that the matter is definitely not small.

"Did he find out that you broke off the engagement on your own initiative?" she asked.

"Yeah." He responded, pushed the Jade Dew Tea in front of her, and then took the phone she handed back.

The phone was hung up, and Shen Minyan didn't call again.

Guan Mi clenched his teacup, "What will Mr. Shen do to you?"

"I don't care what he will do to me." Shen Yanfeng's voice was calm, "but he will definitely not do anything to you."

Guan Mi hurriedly said: "Your family cannot know our relationship!"