Chapter 72 His Little Thoughts
Her answer was an unexpected surprise for Ji Siyun. A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, but he immediately thought of something and shook his head with regret.
Song Youning wrinkled his nose and took a step back, making a unhappy sound.
Why are you pretending to be so serious?
The disgust in her eyes was so obvious that Ji Siyun took a step forward with a smile and put his palm on her lower back and pinched it lightly.
Song Youning felt a soreness and swelling that he had ignored, and his waist softened. Ji Siyun grabbed him and helped him stand steadily.
There was also a hint of gentleness in his voice: "Does your waist hurt anymore?"
“…” I actually forgot about this matter.
Song Youning snapped his hand away and turned away, refusing to pay any attention.
Her angry look was particularly vivid, and Ji Siyun's heart was pounding violently.
Love is like a glass of sparkling water that appears calm on the surface, but inside it is constantly bubbling and crackling.
what to do?
I like her more and more, and I don't want to let her go.
Song Youning was so angry that he pointed at more than ten sets of clothes to try on. Before entering the fitting room, he glanced at Ji Siyun in a domineering manner.
Before getting off the car, the chief assistant was still reminding Ji Siyun that he had to attend an event in the evening, and it would take at least an hour or two to change into so many outfits. Song Youning was deliberately delaying time.
See if he's in a hurry.
When they were actually trying on clothes, every time Song Youning put on a piece of clothing, he looked at her seriously and said, "It looks good."
It's not just perfunctory praise, but a heartfelt evaluation.
"This color complements your skin."
"This dress makes your waist look really thin. You've lost weight recently. Is it because you're working too hard? I'll take you to eat something delicious nearby later."
"You haven't tried this style before. It suits you very well."
There was no impatience on his face, and he didn't even sit on the sofa from beginning to end. He stood upright outside the fitting room waiting for her, and sincerely praised every piece of clothing she tried on.
Song Youning changed into another outfit and looked in the mirror. She heard his cell phone buzzing. Through the reflection of the mirror, she saw Ji Siyun lower his head and take out his cell phone to look at it.
"Who's calling?" Song Youning was secretly delighted and asked Ji Siyun even though he knew the answer.
Ji Siyun calmly took the phone back and said, "It's a harassing call, ignore it."
His eyes fell on the black backless long dress that Song Youning had just put on. Her beautiful back, as smooth as jade, was revealed without reservation. The cross-knotted design on the chest created a deep V, and the snow-white and full curves were clearly visible.
Ji Siyun's dark eyes suddenly darkened, and the corners of his lips tightened. He picked up a coat hanging next to him and put it on Song Youning, who was admiring herself in front of the mirror.
"It doesn't look good." Ji Siyun frowned and pulled his coat tighter, as if he wanted to wrap Song Youning up completely.
Song Youning curled his lips.
She has such a great figure, how could she not look good?
It was obviously him who was stingy. So what if she showed a little? It was her body, and she could wear whatever she wanted.
Song Youning tore off the coat that Ji Siyun had put on her and admired herself in the mirror with satisfaction - those long legs, that waist, that breasts, wow.
She pretended not to see Ji Siyun's sinister gaze and turned to the salesperson, "Pack this one and the ones we tried before."
After trying on seven or eight pieces in a row, she was tired, but Ji Siyun didn't seem tired yet. Except for a gloomy expression because of the sexy long skirt, he didn't show any impatience.
Such a reaction made Song Youning feel bored, so he decided to go home and asked Ji Siyun to pay the bill by credit card.
Assistant Fang and the driver were waiting in the parking lot. After paying, Ji Siyun sent a message asking them to come up and get their things. He looked at Song Youning who was waiting on the side and playing with his fingers.
Her long hair hung softly behind her head, and her black, satin-like hair made her skin look as white as cream. When Song Youning was in a daze, her expression did not relax at all, as if she had become accustomed to putting on a layer of shell, and even when she was relaxed, she subconsciously restrained all her emotions.
He pursed his lips, his eyes filled with anticipation: "It's still early, shall we go back after dinner?"
Song Youning lowered his head and looked at his fingertips, and replied casually: "Don't you have something to do tonight?"
A big hand came into her sight and held her hand, with a faint and gentle smile on Ji Siyun's lips.
"Nothing is more important than you."
Song Youning frowned subconsciously and looked up, "We can eat anytime, but we can't delay our work."
Ji Siyun's eyes were deep. He reached out and gently smoothed the hair that was scattered around her ears. His lips, which were always tightly pursed, curved up, sweeping away the gloom and indifference of the past. His eyes were gentle enough to make people fall in love with him at first sight.
"The opportunity to be alone with you is truly fleeting for me."
His dark eyes were full of sincerity, and he shook her hand gently, his tone sounding like he was acting coquettishly.
"Miss, could you please give me a chance to have dinner with you?"
The way he restrained his sharpness and tried to please her was very similar to the West Highland Terrier she once had. The scheming little dog appeared well-behaved but was actually stubborn and needed patient training and guidance.
Song Youning slightly raised her slender neck and delicate chin, pursed her rich red lips, and said condescendingly, "Alright."
Ji Siyun never knew when to quit. After she agreed to have dinner together, she deliberately mentioned the latest movie during dinner.
Song Youning was not only amused by the look of expectation, but also glared at him with clear eyes, as if angry and resentful: "Ji Siyun, don't push your luck."
The overly handsome young man was a little shameless. He went out for dinner at the last minute and failed to book a private room. He didn't care about the eyes of those around him and looked at her with a pleading look.
"Okay, miss?"
Acting like a spoiled child again! How could a grown man always act like a spoiled child towards her!
Song Youning seemed to be able to feel the gazes from the people at the nearby tables, and Ji Siyun not only did not restrain himself, but even became worse.
He grabbed her hand across the dining table and shook it gently, tilting his head slightly, his eyes sparkling, and said softly, "Just accompany me this time."
His voice was a little aggrieved: "I haven't been to the cinema yet."
Song Youning was stunned for a moment, and felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart.
Perhaps because their relationship did not develop according to the normal process, Ji Siyun is always particularly obsessed with the things that ordinary couples would do.
Song Youning knew very well why he was like this, but... she didn't want to die, she still had things to do.
Song Youning sighed slightly, met Ji Siyun's expectant gaze, and nodded in agreement as if possessed by a ghost.
But in the end, the two of them were unable to watch the movie. Song's mother heard from somewhere that they were dating. Song Youning and Ji Siyun had just walked out of the restaurant when they ran into her who had been waiting outside for a long time but pretended to meet her by chance.
"Ningning, why are you here?" Mother Song walked between them and said in surprise as if she had just discovered Ji Siyun: "Xiao Ji is here too."
Her acting skills can't be called bad, but her appearance here at this time is definitely not a coincidence.
With Song's mother holding his arm, Song Youning couldn't help but look towards Ji Siyun.
The tall young man had a tense expression, with no warmth between his brows. The cold light in his eyes gleamed like a dagger as he glanced at Mother Song, but he finally followed them without saying a word.
The coldness emanating from Ji Siyun's body could freeze the surroundings, but Song's mother pretended not to feel it at all. She kept interfering until she returned to the Song family and watched them go back to their rooms. She waited in the living room for another hour before finally going upstairs with peace of mind.
Assistant Fang had already delivered all the things that were bought in the afternoon. Song Youning came out wrapped in a bath towel after taking a shower, and opened the bags one by one to check her spoils. She turned over a row of shopping bags, but the black long skirt that she was most satisfied with was not among them.
You clearly saw the shopping guide packing it?
Song Youning checked again one by one, and the skirt really disappeared out of thin air...
She suddenly reacted, threw the shopping bag to the ground, picked up her phone and started typing.
Miss: Where is my skirt!
The other party was obviously waiting for her message and replied almost the next second.
Ji Siyun: What skirt?
Song Youning clenched his fists. Stop pretending. He is definitely there!
Missy: Give it back to me!
Ji Siyun's dark eyes glanced at the black cloth at hand and he did not respond to her message immediately.
After two or three minutes, I received another new message from her on my phone.
Missy: Ji Siyun! Give it back to me!
He pursed his lips and replied slowly: I don’t know what skirt.
Still pretending, Song Youning narrowed his eyes slightly and stood up suddenly.
Not receiving any reply from her, Ji Siyun locked the screen and threw the phone aside. There was no anxious frown on his face, but a kind of almost certain relaxation.
His eyes were fixed on the tightly closed door.
Song's mother had returned to her room for a while. Song Youning was so anxious about her skirt that she didn't even change into her pajamas. She quietly came to Ji Siyun's door in a bathrobe.
This was the third night in a row that she had sneaked in, and Song Youning felt like she and Ji Siyun were having an affair.
His door was not locked, as if he was sure she would come.
There was only a bedside reading light on in the room. Song Youning closed the door gently and turned around to see the skirt placed at the end of the bed.
I glanced around but didn't see Ji Siyun in the room. The bathroom light was on.
She walked angrily to the bed, grabbed her skirt and turned to go back. The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Ji Siyun hugged her from behind, his hot and humid breath blowing on her ears.
"Will you not stay a little longer, Miss?"
In an instant, it was like an electric current passed through his body, numb. Song Youning still remembered his waist. He swallowed and refused seriously: "No, I have to go to work tomorrow."
The person behind her chuckled in her ear, whispering seductively.
"Miss, please look back at me first. It's not too late to decide whether to leave or stay."
What the hell? Didn't he refuse it this afternoon?
Song Youning pouted and muttered unhappily, "Have you forgotten what you said this afternoon? Now you tricked me here again—"
As she spoke, she turned around, and after seeing what Ji Siyun was wearing, her eyes widened and she even forgot what she was going to say.
The young man with delicate and beautiful features was wearing a knitted long-sleeved top with a loose open neckline, revealing his delicate collarbone.
The clothes are very thin and transparent.
You can see it is pink.
The soft fabric stuck to his body, and Song Youning could even see his beautiful muscle lines.
The loose corners of his clothes swayed slightly, and I could vaguely see what was wrapped around his waist.
Ji Siyun's face was red, but his hands were pinching the hem of his clothes and pulling them up.
The black lace collides with the cold white skin, wraps around the slender waist, spans across the abdominal muscles, and rises and falls slightly with breathing.
His crow-feather eyelashes drooped downwards, and he didn't even dare to look Song Youning in the eye, but he dressed like this and lifted his clothes to let her see his "little thoughts".
Pure and sexy.
Song Youning touched his waist and abdomen sincerely and coughed with a serious expression.
"My waist is still sore."
She swallowed and spoke in a coquettish tone.
"Be careful."
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