Chapter 30 You Like My Hands
In the evening, Cen Wan accompanied Xiao Lin to the restaurant she had been longing to eat at. There was a long queue, and it was almost nine o'clock when they got home.
She changed into slippers and hung up her bag and coat. Although she was a little tired, she insisted on taking a shower and changing into pajamas before lying down.
As soon as she picked up the phone, Jiang Yuan's message popped up.
[Wanwan, great news! This drama has wrapped!!! I'm finally free!]
[Break your weekends free, I'll treat you to a day trip around Nancheng]
[This TM unscrupulous and perverted crew is so crazy about changing the script that I don’t want to be an editor with them anymore!!!]
Cen Wan looked at her complaints, and the countless exclamation marks expressed her excitement and indignation.
[Okay, where do you want to go? I'll make a guide when I have time.]
Jiang Yuan immediately sent over a few links: [I want to go (hehe)]
[Ah Wan, take your time to arrange everything. I'll do as you say. I love you.]
Cen Wan's lips curved slightly: [Don't be so mad, be normal.]
Jiang Yuan threw a few emoticons at him: an angry one with his hands on his hips, a pitiful one, and an emoticon of a dog-headed boss holding a rose in one hand and saying "Hey, woman".
Cen Wan immediately replied with a little cat with a face full of question marks.
The two of them battled with pictures for a while, and finally ended the chat with the screen full of emoticons.
Cen Wan was lying on the bed, feeling very tired but not very sleepy. She opened WeChat and swiped down, her fingers pausing slightly.
I still couldn't help but click into Shen Yixiao's circle of friends and take a look.
Nothing.
Clean and tidy, as if he has never posted anything.
After realizing what she had done, Cen Wan quickly stepped back, feeling as if she was holding a hot potato in her hand. Without thinking, she threw the phone onto the quilt.
What is she doing?
After calming down for a few seconds, Cen Wan picked up her phone again, clicked into her Moments and scrolled down for a while. She didn't post updates very often, so she didn't have the habit of liking other people's posts. She would just take a quick glance when she was bored.
The thumb slid across the screen and suddenly stopped.
Ji Yuanchen posted a selfie. It seemed like he was in a bar, in a dimly lit box. He was posing in front of the camera. In the corner, a hand holding a glass appeared in the picture.
Cen Wan recognized it at a glance; it was Shen Yixiao's hand.
His fingers were thin and slender, with distinct joints. Faint veins could be vaguely seen under his cold white skin, revealing a vigorous power.
A pair of very broad, clean and strong hands, which she had copied and held many times.
Realizing that her thoughts were drifting away, Cen Wan quickly withdrew, put her phone on the bedside table, turned off the lights and went to sleep, all in one go.
Perhaps because she had watched it too many times before going to bed, she actually dreamed of Shen Yixiao, which was rare.
Ever since that meeting when Shen Yixiao lent her his clothes, the two would always run into each other in different places in and around the school.
Canteen, library, restaurant...
Sometimes we just meet from a distance, our eyes meet, and we pass each other tacitly. Sometimes we chat for a few words, and then my roommates tease us.
Without exception, Cen Wan never brought his clothes with her.
Outside the government building, the two met again. When Cen Wan saw the dark coat on him, she realized that she had not returned the coat to him yet.
She took the initiative and said, "Why don't you wait for me for a while and I will return the clothes to you."
Shen Yixiao leaned lazily against the pillar, a playful smile on his lips: "You've kept it secret for so many days, and you're finally willing to return it to me?"
Cen Wan: "..."
She didn't know when she would meet him again. She couldn't go out with just a piece of clothing in her hand every day, right?
"I'm not sure when you'll be free."
Shen Yixiao chuckled: "Mr. Cen, even if your phone is an old one, it can still make calls and send messages, right? Or..."
He paused: "You did it on purpose."
What on purpose? Was she deliberately taking his clothes and not returning them, or was she deliberately trying to attract his attention?
Cen Wan felt that he was a little too narcissistic.
"I'll pay you back now."
"But I'm not free right now."
Cen Wan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him. He was chatting with her leisurely, and he didn't have time?
Cen Wan pursed her lips and said, "When are you free?"
Shen Yixiao stood up straight, took a long step, and walked in front of her: "It depends on my mood."
Cen Wan: "..."
She took a deep breath, pulled the corners of her lips, and tried to maintain a smile: "So are you free when you are in a good mood or when you are in a bad mood?"
Shen Yixiao smiled roguely: "That's hard to say."
"Please make an appointment in advance."
Cen Wan gritted her teeth: "...Okay."
There was finally a conversation between Cen Wan and Shen Yixiao in their WeChat chat box.
After countless back and forth conversations, Shen Yixiao finally relented and gave her an address.
Cen Wan immediately put on her coat, packed up her clothes, picked up the bag and rushed out. When her roommate asked her why she was leaving in such a rage, she didn't even turn her head.
"To solve a big problem."
When they arrived at the place and rang the doorbell, Shen Yixiao's face appeared in their sight, and Cen Wan was suddenly stunned.
He was only wearing a black vest and gray sweatpants. He looked like he had just finished exercising. Sweat was oozing from his forehead, revealing his muscular physique. The lines of his arms as he leaned against the door were perfect.
The whole person exudes an aura of lust and poison.
Cen Wan blinked and handed the bag over: "Your clothes."
Shen Yixiao didn't take it and stepped aside: "My hands are dirty."
Following his words, Cen Wan's gaze fell on his hand, the winding blue veins on it contained a sense of wild power.
As if possessed by some mysterious force, she walked in.
Shen Yixiao didn't close the door and turned to wash his hands. The sound of water came from the open kitchen. Cen Wan stood in the middle of the bright living room, suddenly feeling a little at a loss.
After washing his hands, Shen Yixiao took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap and handed it to her: "This is all I have."
Cen Wan reached out and took it: "Oh, thank you."
She couldn't help but let her eyes fall on his fair, slender fingers, and she drank some water mechanically.
The current Shen Yixiao is different from the lazy, decadent and unruly person she usually sees him in.
The room was very quiet, and the two people's breathing was clearly audible. The white gauze curtains by the window fluttered slightly, casting shapes of light on the floor.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Senior, can you be my model?"
Shen Yixiao raised his eyebrows slightly, did not respond, and raised his head to drink water.
The sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the shiny spots on the neck were not sure whether they were sweat or water stains. Following the clean and neat collarbone down, the faintly visible chest muscles rose and fell with the rhythm of breathing.
Cen Wan swallowed, her eyes unable to help but glance upwards.
Shen Yixiao leaned closer to her and looked at her with a smirk on his face: "Model? What kind?"
"What else could it be? The kind used in a studio."
"Oh~" Shen Yixiao stretched out his tone, "The studio is also divided into completely nude and..."
Before he could finish his words, Cen Wan's face was already hot and a layer of red appeared on her fair face. She quickly interrupted him.
“We are a formal art studio!”
“I only draw hands…”
"So you like my hand!" Shen Yixiao stood up straight, as if he had discovered a new world. He lowered his head to admire it for a few seconds, and smiled lazily, "Why should I agree to you?"
"Besides, what benefits do I get?"
Cen Wan was stunned. Benefits...
"You can get a perfect work of art," Cen Wan turned and pointed at the blank wall in his living room. "I can paint you a picture and frame it and hang it here for you to enjoy."
"Tsk," Shen Yixiao said with a lack of interest, "I can see it by just raising my hand, why bother?"
"Well then," Cen Wan said with some disappointment, "Sorry to bother you."
She lowered her eyes, knowing that her request was too presumptuous.
Shen Yixiao narrowed his eyes, looked at her long, curled and slightly trembling eyelashes, her fair little face, and twirled his fingertips slightly.
"That's a bad habit of yours."
"Hmm?" Cen Wan looked up at him, her eyes clear and confused.
Shen Yixiao leaned over, almost touching her, his voice lazy and low, his tone meaningful.
"There's no such thing as a free lunch. Mr. Cen, you better think this through."
Cen Wan remembered every scene in the dream clearly, and she could even match every movement and expression of Shen Yixiao.
In the second half of the night, she dreamed intermittently about some of the events that happened later.
In the corridor of the school library, Shen Yixiao blocked her behind the door, pinched the back of her neck with his broad and powerful hands, pressed her forcefully into his arms, and kissed her passionately.
On a deserted mountaintop on a summer night, in a tent far away from the main road, those slender and powerful hands brushed over every inch of her body.
On the sofa in the apartment, he held her waist with one hand and said he would "serve" her well. The air was filled with an ambiguous and lingering atmosphere, becoming humid and hot...
There are many more.
When she woke up in the morning, Cen Wan lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling silently for a long time with her eyes open.
As she reunited with Shen Yixiao and spent more time with him, the past events became clearer and clearer to her, so clear that she even remembered every word he said and every detail of their time together.
She even dreamed of those wet and passionate moments with him.
My skin can't help but feel hot.
Cen Wan patted her cheeks, drove out the messy images in her mind, got up, washed up, and went to the company.
She was a little absent-minded the whole day, afraid of running into Shen Yixiao again.
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