Chapter 23: Sharing a Bed
Ni Yang took her pajamas and went to take a shower first.
He Siyu sat on the sofa not far from the bed, and all he could hear was the sound of dripping water.
My mind unconsciously pictured Ni Yang inside, naked.
Standing underwater, water marks streaked across her beautiful body...
Just thinking about him made me feel hot all over and restless.
The jawline was taut, the slender swan neck was tense, his hands were tightly grasping his knees, veins on his forehead were bulging, and the corners of his eyes were bloodshot.
He closed his eyes, leaned his head against the back of the sofa, and breathed heavily and hotly. The whole room was filled with the scent of Ni Yang.
He began to regret agreeing to stay.
Forgetting about the separate rooms was just an excuse; he just wanted to have more contact with Ni Yang.
He still underestimated his impulse towards Ni Yang. Just the aura alone made him unable to stop.
The sound of water gradually faded away, and he opened his eyes and glanced at his watch.
She takes a bath for about half an hour.
As the hair dryer started to sound, another twenty minutes passed. When Ni Yang came out, he also got the clothes that his assistant had just handed over.
He placed the suit he was going to wear tomorrow on the sofa, picked up his pajamas and underwear, and headed for the bathroom.
Ni Yang's pajamas turned into round-necked tops, and her cheeks and ears were flushed from the steam.
She was wearing slippers and moving her hands and feet awkwardly.
She glanced at the clothes in He Siyu's hands and said, "I've put new towels on the washstand inside. Feel free to use the toiletries."
He Siyu smiled and said, "Okay."
Ni Yang sat on the edge of the bed and watched He Si as he was about to enter the bathroom and close the French lattice door.
She stood up, walked around to the inside, and hung the suit on the sofa in her closet.
The black satin suit has a very good sheen and is particularly eye-catching among her light-colored clothes, but it also looks inexplicably harmonious.
After putting the clothes away, Ni Yang sent a message to the housekeeper, asking him to deliver a set of shaving supplies around six o'clock tomorrow morning.
She lifted the quilt and sat back on the bed, the sound of water in the bathroom clearly piercing her ears.
Her nails were unconsciously tickling the phone case, her lips were tightly pursed, and her heart was pounding wildly. She was about to share a bed with He Siyu.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous. In her entire life, she had only slept with one boy, Ono.
Nowadays, short videos are everywhere, and there are many male Bodhisattvas with bare chests. Those chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and mermaid lines, to be honest, sometimes she can't help but smile when she sees them.
She was not a person who was indifferent to desires, but when she was dating Qi Huaiyu, she just didn't like to have too much contact with him. She would agree to holding hands and hugging him normally, but once he wanted to go further, she would start to resist.
For this reason, she even went to see a psychologist, who said that she was healthy and that she might want to consider whether her boyfriend was really suitable for her.
Perhaps her subconscious told herself from the very beginning that Qi Huaiyu was not a good man.
Ni Yang looked towards the bathroom. She and He Siyu met at a celebration banquet.
It was Yian and Yinhe’s celebration party half a year ago.
The scattered gazes instantly focused when He Si was about to walk out.
His slightly damp hair rested on his brow bone, and his pair of deep brown eyes looked at her from afar.
He was wearing the same pajamas he wore last night, black with a deep V-neck.
The man walked towards her. Ni Yang slowly saw the water droplets sliding down his chest, from the side of his face to his neck, then to his collarbone, chest, and finally into his collar.
Swallowing unconsciously, she probably didn't know how seductive her wolf-like gaze was in He Siyu's eyes.
"Does it look good?"
He Si wanted to speak suddenly.
The voice is smoother than water, clear and gentle.
Ni Yang came back to her senses suddenly, and her eyelashes, like a palm-leaf fan, blinked awkwardly.
He averted his eyes, lowered his head, and said stiffly: "It's okay."
He Si wanted to go around the end of the bed, come to the inside, lift the quilt and sit inside.
Ni Yang felt the mattress sink, stared at her phone case, and said, "I hung your clothes in the closet."
He Siyu: "Okay, thank you Madam He."
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