Shen Zhiyi felt a burning sensation from his gaze.

"President Shang..."

"Don't call me that."

Shang Zeyan moved closer to her, greedily absorbing her scent, yet without letting her notice anything amiss.

You can only carefully and gradually reveal your thoughts.

"Call me by my name, okay?"

He felt as if he had a sweet yet painful high fever.

I felt burning up as soon as I got close to her.

Seeing that he was in great distress, Shen Zhiyi went along with his wishes and gently called out to him.

"Zeyan..."

The wish was fulfilled.

The banquet made Shang Zeyan's scalp tingle.

Every pore on his body seemed to open up in that instant, and a storm raged in his dark, gloomy eyes.

He had never thought his name sounded so good.

He just wanted to hear her call his name again and again.

Use various different tones.

Especially... when she's crying and panting...

He suddenly came to his senses.

Once again, I silently berated myself for my inadequacy.

"Can you let me go first?" Shen Zhiyi blushed and moved her fingertips.

He was wearing a soft silk shirt.

Even through his clothes, she could feel his bulging pectoral muscles.

The outline is distinct, firm and powerful.

When her fidgeting fingertips accidentally brushed against a spot, Shang Zeyan shuddered and abruptly released her hand.

He turned his face away from her.

Her ears, hidden among the stray hairs, quietly turned red.

Shen Zhiyi looked at the half-dry hair on his head and asked, "Did you just take a shower?"

Shang Zeyan pursed his lips, his jawline taut.

Even her neck was tinged with a suspicious crimson.

"Um."

"I've broken a sweat," he said softly.

Shen Zhiyi didn't think much of it and said, "Let me blow-dry your hair."

Shang Zeyan turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on her as if confirming something.

"Is this also...the responsibility of a sleep aid therapist?"

Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.

Then a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"certainly."

"If you don't dry your hair after washing it, you'll get a headache."

"It will be even harder to fall asleep then."

She acted as if it were business.

Shang Zeyan suppressed the slight disappointment in his heart.

I let out a soft breath.

It's fine.

There is ample time.

One day, his understanding will genuinely want to help him blow-dry his hair.

Not because of work.

However, the thought of their time alone together later made Shang Zeyan uncontrollably excited.

"Okay," he nodded gently, "I'll do whatever you say."

"I'll go get the hairdryer."

Just as he was about to get up, Shen Zhiyi pressed down on his shoulder.

"Drink the soup first."

She smiled gently.

Like a gentle breeze, it held him firmly in place.

A tingling, numb sensation came from my shoulder.

Even through the fabric, he couldn't help but fantasize about her tenderness.

Shang Zeyan's Adam's apple bobbed.

He picked up the soup on the table and drank it down in big gulps.

It seems that even if she poisoned it, he would drink it without hesitation, and even enjoy it.

The calming soup was finished.

Shang Zeyan put down his bowl.

"I've finished drinking." He stared at her intently, like an obedient dog seeking praise.

"It tastes great."

It was the best soup he had ever tasted in his life.

It was his friend who cooked it for him...

Shang Zeyan's expression remained indifferent, but his mind was racing.

Shen Zhiyi lowered her eyes and smiled faintly.

She looked up at the wall clock. "It's getting late. Let's go get our hair dried."

"After playing..."

She shifted her gaze to his face and said, "I'll lull you to sleep."

coax?

Shang Zeyan became quite elated because of this word.

Shen Zhiyi didn't notice his abnormality. She naturally took his hand and gently helped him up from the chair.

Let's go.

Shang Zeyan's breathing stopped abruptly, and his body stiffened like a stone in an instant.

Her long, slender legs followed her unconsciously.

His gaze was fixed on her hand that was holding his.

My heart started pounding.

Dark thoughts followed her gaze, like a mucus coating her soft, smooth hand.

All the senses in the body also come together.

Her fingertips were warm.

It brushed lightly across the calluses on his hands.

A fine electric current surged through his body, causing his blood to rush backward.

Zhiyi...took his hand first?

Shang Zeyan felt that his brain was not working properly.

The sharp business acumen he once displayed, and the precise computing power comparable to electronic instruments, have all vanished without a trace.

Only one thought remained in my mind.

She took his hand...

She took his hand first...

Shang Zeyan took a deep breath, barely able to control his trembling.

In the instant his chest heaved, Shen Zhiyi turned around.

"I'm sorry..." She realized her mistake, her face slightly flushed as she let go. "I was in such a hurry, I didn't notice..."

Shang Zeyan caught her falling fingertips.

"Zeyan?" Shen Zhiyi asked, slightly surprised.

"Let's hold hands like this." Shang Zeyan calmly enveloped her hand in his palm and held it firmly. "I feel great."

"Perhaps... it can help me sleep."

He took her hand and led her toward the master bedroom.

He never let go.

*

Private room at the club.

Bai Fengyu raised an eyebrow in surprise after reading the survey message that had just been sent to his phone.

Unexpectedly, Ji Xiaolian actually has some skills.

Not only did he accurately predict several things about Shang Zeyan, but he also knew some things about the situation at Shang's old residence.

It seems that what she said about the budget for the Shang Zeyan banquet is pretty much true.

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