He honestly handed the flowers to her.
Yang Qingheng looked at him with disdain, took the item and threw it on the table. Instead of answering, she asked, "What do you think?" She looked him up and down, her meaning obvious.
How can a mistress still be presentable in public?
Song Hengjue's aggrieved expression went blank for a moment.
...It seems like I'm not wrong.
The woman fell silent, and he felt uneasy. Yang Qingheng wasn't giving him a definite answer, and he always felt that she was just casually brushing him off, like that time at the hotel, in order to keep him calm.
"Yang Qingheng, are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?" He swallowed hard, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the table.
Yang Qingheng looked him up and down.
She'd seen his abs, not bad. As for his face, it was the kind of face that had captivated her for so many years in her past life, so it was definitely presentable. It was just his personality; he seemed so cheeky and despicable.
Under Song Hengjue's tense gaze, he reluctantly nodded: "Since you're still good-looking enough to catch my eye, I can give it a try."
No matter what, they're still better than male prostitutes outside.
Appealing to the eye = Like
"Really? Qingheng." Song Hengjue was overjoyed and pounced on her.
Yang Qingheng gasped as the man's stubble brushed against her neck, sending a familiar ticklish sensation through her.
A hint of amusement appeared in her eyes as she grabbed his stubble and pushed him away: "Song Hengjue, why do you act like a dog when you're trying to rub against someone? Stop messing around."
"Want to go out for dinner tonight? What do you want to eat?" Song Hengjue wasn't annoyed at all. His mind was full of the fact that Yang Qingheng had accepted him. His ears were red and pink bubbles were practically floating on his head.
"Why would I eat with you?" Yang Qingheng gave him a strange look.
Song Hengjue froze, panicked and at a loss for what to do. He lowered his head and haphazardly cupped her face: "Aren't we boyfriend and girlfriend?"
So she was just teasing him?
Song Hengjue's mentality collapsed.
Yang Qingheng saw his red nose and felt a pang in her heart: "Stop messing around. I'm going home to have dinner with Tang Bainian, otherwise he'll call and ask."
Tang Bainian knew how ugly her falling out with Song Hengjue had been, and she had sworn to him several times that she would be a dog if she ever went back to him. He never expected to slap himself in the face now, and he always felt guilty and couldn't hold his head up.
Tang Bainian might laugh at her.
After thinking for a moment, she still explained, "Tang Bainian and I aren't the kind of people you're thinking of..."
"I know!" Song Hengjue fiercely sealed her lips with his, their breaths mingling, kissing her until she could hardly breathe before releasing her. His cool fingertips pressed forcefully against her lips, preventing her from mentioning that name again. "I know you still have feelings for Tang Bainian, but it doesn't matter, I can wait."
Yang Qingheng hesitated, then said, "...Whatever makes you happy."
She'd never seen anyone so eager to become a mistress before.
Now she even cares about whether he's happy or not!
"You're happy when we're together, right?" Song Hengjue's face was flushed, as if she couldn't understand human speech.
Yang Qingheng was startled by his sudden silliness. As if afraid of catching it, she took a step back and changed the subject: "Well, I still have to work. You should go back first."
"Can I wait for you here after get off work?" Song Hengjue asked, sitting on the sofa and gazing at her expectantly.
"No, you can't stay here. What if Tang Bainian finds out?" He may be shameless, but she is.
Yang Qingheng shook her head firmly.
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