Chapter 56 He thought, he could be brave just this once.
"You're going to blow-dry my hair?"
He Jinzhao pointed to himself, his eyes full of surprise.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing; was he hallucinating from being drunk?
He quickly drank a sip of hangover soup to calm his nerves.
Seeing his expression, Song Shiyi found it somewhat amusing.
She rarely saw He Jinzhao so adorable and innocent.
I always felt that it was very different from his usual self.
Besides, it's just blow-drying your hair, there's no need to be so surprised, right?
She just didn't want him to drink something cold.
On the other hand, she also wanted to spend more time with him.
Song Shiyi didn't say anything more, but turned on the hairdryer, stood behind him, her eyelashes lowered, her gaze fixed on the top of his head, focused and serious.
He Jinzhao held the bowl, his body somewhat stiff.
Although we've had more intimate contact while playing escape room games.
But that's different.
But now, in the dead of night, a man and a woman alone in a room are doing things that only lovers do.
It's really hard not to let his mind wander.
They even think about things more deeply.
The room was quiet and peaceful, with only the hum of the hairdryer breaking the silence.
A warm breeze stirred the dampness in his hair, mingling with the faint scent of shampoo, and wafted towards Song Shiyi's nose.
Her fingertips occasionally brushed against the back of his neck, causing his shoulders to stiffen slightly and his ear tips to turn slightly red. However, he did not dodge away, but simply lowered his eyes, feeling the ticklish sensation of his hair being gently teased.
His hair was soft and fluffy from the warm breeze. She gently combed it with her fingers, her fingertips occasionally touching his scalp.
The night light seeped in through the window, enveloping the two of them in warm yellow light. The hum of the hairdryer made the air feel sticky and gentle.
The sound of the wind gradually subsided, and the soup in the bowl was emptied.
A slight sound came from the table. Song Shiyi put down the hairdryer, touched his hair again, and found it warm and dry.
"alright."
He Jinzhao had recovered. He looked up and met her clear eyes, his voice hoarse: "It felt good, thank you."
He realized something was wrong as soon as he finished speaking.
This sounds a bit strange.
They're talking as if they've done something shameful.
I only blow-dried my hair...
The lingering warmth of the moment couldn't be concealed, and an unspoken ambiguity slowly spread through the quiet air.
Their eyes met, and Song Shiyi lowered her eyelashes first, her voice very soft.
"There's no need to thank me..."
She unconsciously bit her lower lip, her fair skin flushed with a light pink, appearing delicate and alluring under the light. Her light yellow pajamas made her clean and fair face even more charming.
As He Jinzhao looked at it, his dark eyes grew increasingly deep and unfathomable.
Neither of them spoke, and an indescribable subtlety permeated the air, making the temperature seem to rise slightly, causing an inexplicable feeling of heat in one's heart.
Song Shiyi glanced at him secretly, but she didn't expect the man to be staring at her intently, with emotions in his eyes that she couldn't understand.
Her eyelids trembled slightly, her eyes filled with the panic of being caught peeking. Then, her heart started beating faster and faster, a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment at being caught in his gaze.
She looked away, her whole being enveloped by the unique masculine scent, and her throat inexplicably tightened.
She didn't see the burning emotion in the person's eyes, which seemed to want to completely devour her.
He Jinzhao's gaze seemed glued to her, and his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly.
His gaze lingered on the faint mark on her lips for half a second before shifting away, his eyes seemingly tinged with the effects of alcohol, quite intoxicating.
He closed his eyes, his mind filled with her shy and charming expression, which he couldn't shake off.
He knew that Song Shiyi was easily embarrassed.
But he had never seen her so nervous and shy in his presence.
Does this mean that Song Shiyi has developed a little bit of affection for him?
Tonight, the atmosphere is just right, and the night is enchanting.
Taking advantage of the intoxication.
He thought he could be brave just this once.
Song Shiyi couldn't stand it any longer. She lowered her eyes and looked at the ground, reaching out to grab the bowl and leave: "I won't disturb you... You can rest now, goodnight."
Her hand was barely outstretched when He Jinzhao grabbed it. His burning body temperature made her eyelashes flutter. She stopped, turned to look at him, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it tightly, preventing her from moving.
Because of her movements, the veins on the back of the fair hand holding her wrist were faintly visible, giving it a very sensual look.
The temperature seems to have risen.
Song Shiyi's eyes were clouded with confusion.
He Jinzhao lowered his eyes, concealing the burning passion within them. As they drew closer, he could smell the faint fragrance emanating from her.
He pulled the person closer and slowly asked, "What did you spray on yourself? Why do you smell so good?"
Her voice was low and deep, incredibly alluring.
Song Shiyi's expression froze for a moment, her nose twitched, but she couldn't smell anything. She hesitated and said, "...No, there isn't anything."
He Jinzhao chuckled softly, lifting his eyelids to look at her: "Is that so?"
Song Shiyi had no idea what he was thinking. She assumed he was just asking a simple question and nodded honestly, "Yes, I never... wear perfume."
He Jinzhao nodded thoughtfully, then fell silent.
Song Shiyi thought he was alright and was about to ask him to let go so she could go back.
She had barely moved her lips when her wrist was suddenly pulled away. Her eyes widened instantly, and she lost her balance, unexpectedly falling into the man's arms, her hands resting on his strong chest.
My fingertips inevitably touched his exposed skin; it was delicate, soft, and bouncy, and the feel was indeed quite nice.
His large, burning hands covered her slender waist, and her soft body pressed tightly against his. He Jinzhao buried half of his face in her hair, and he squeezed her closer to make her more comfortable.
No matter which angle you look at it from, this pose is ambiguous and intimate.
Before Song Shiyi could even utter a sound, her exclamation was swallowed by his palm. Then, she felt a warm breath on her ear, and his deep voice.
"Is that your natural scent?"
"all."
When he called her by her nickname, he spoke slowly and flippantly.
Song Shiyi raised his head, his gaze pausing slightly.
The He Jinzhao she knows now is completely different from the one she usually sees.
This person usually appears lazy and casual, but as he closed in at this moment, even his aura became subtly dangerous.
His increasingly deep eyes and exquisite features were captivating, drawing people in despite the danger, creating an irresistible allure.
My heart started beating even faster.
She struggled to get up, but was held tightly in someone's arms, his other hand gripping her wrist, his smile carrying a hint of seduction.
Do you know?
Song Shiyi stopped moving, her eyes brimming, her voice soft: "What?"
He Jinzhao slowly lowered his head, getting extremely close, so close that their breaths mingled.
He stared straight into her eyes, raised an eyebrow and smiled, and said, "In biology, if a person doesn't wear perfume but you can still smell their natural scent, it means that person's genes selected them."
Song Shiyi's breath hitched, her clear eyes staring at him intently without blinking.
In other words—
"Song Shiyi, my genes chose you."
Song Shiyi looked blankly at him and said, "What..."
He Jinzhao chuckled softly, his breath falling on her ear with a seductive undertone.
"In other words."
He paused, his dark eyes revealing undisguised fervent emotion, and said, word by word:
"I like you."
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