Before Wen Zhaonian could come over, Li Tangyan had already run up to him.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes already brimming with laughter: "Have you been waiting long?"
Although the meeting ended on bad terms, it didn't waste any time, so when Zheng Chuan called again to confirm, Li Tangyan readily agreed.
Li Tangyan tied her hair up today. Because it wasn't long, you could only see a small tuft when you looked to the side.
Her eyebrows were curved, and her cheeks were tinged with a light pink, whether from the heat or something else.
His gaze moved upwards and landed on a certain spot.
After a few seconds of pause, he suddenly bent down, and the sudden reduction in distance allowed the scent of the girl's shower gel to waft into his nostrils.
It has a lime flavor, and its light, refreshing taste gives people a soothing feeling.
Wen Zhaonian was tall, and when he bent over, he easily enveloped Li Tangyan in his shadow.
He raised his hand, and beneath his gaze, Li Tangyan's eyes, which had become slightly bewildered as he suddenly approached.
His slender fingers eventually landed on the end of her hair, and soon the fallen leaf was collected into Wen Zhaonian's palm.
His jaw was taut, his Adam's apple bobbed slowly, and his voice was lower and hoarse than before: "I'm fine."
The side of her face seemed to still carry the faint trace of the breeze from when Wen Zhaonian's hand brushed against her cheek.
For a fleeting moment, Li Tangyan had the illusion that he was completely enveloped in his arms.
The strong, powerful heartbeat was especially clear when nerves were taut like a string.
Unable to discern what emotion was affecting him, his limbs seemed frozen in place.
It wasn't until Wen Zhaonian straightened up and widened the distance between them again, and the dappled light fell on them once more, that Li Tangyan's gaze seemed to find its focus again.
Pulling herself out of the brief confusion in her mind, Li Tangyan immediately noticed the heavy nasal tone in Wen Zhaonian's voice.
Thinking of this, she moved closer, tiptoed, and before reason could catch up with her actions, the back of her hand was already on Wen Zhaonian's forehead.
Stray hairs brushed against the base of her thumb, causing a slight tickling sensation like feathers brushing against her skin, but Li Tangyan paid no attention to it.
She raised her eyes and noticed that Wen Zhaonian's lips were also a little pale: "Are you feeling unwell?"
A warm hand covered his forehead. The process was brief, and before he could react, the slender, soft white hand withdrew, leaving only a fleeting glimpse of the white skin on his wrist.
Wen Zhaonian's eyelids twitched. Watching Li Tangyan unconsciously press her hand against his forehead after withdrawing it, his eyes darkened slightly. He felt that, just as she had said, it was getting a little hot.
"Hey! If you want to touch it, get on the bus! If you don't get on, the driver waiting in the back is going to hit me on the head with the horn!"
That fleeting moment of ambiguity was like a vain, ethereal dream, ultimately shattered by a low growl.
On the other end, Zheng Chuanyi poked his head out, holding a pair of binoculars that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and waved at them.
If it weren't for the urging in his words, Li Tangyan would have suspected that some pervert was spying on her.
Compared to Li Tangyan blushing at his words, Wen Zhaonian seemed much calmer. He withdrew his gaze, his voice still slightly stern: "Let's go."
After the two got into the car, the parked car finally started moving again.
Zheng Chuan, in the driver's seat, glanced at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror and recalled the scene he had just witnessed.
Curiosity, like vines that have absorbed enough nutrients, is now climbing densely up my heart.
Just as he was about to say something, Wen Zhaonian, who was leaning against the windowsill, spoke first, his words seemingly having already seen through all his thoughts: "Don't think about it, I won't tell you even if you ask."
"Tsk, boring."
Zheng Chuan, unwilling to give up, was about to turn his gaze to Li Tangyan beside him.
Before Zheng Chuanyi could even utter the word "little chestnut," he met Wen Zhaonian's gaze as he turned his head.
Her long eyelashes fluttered and fell under her eyes, casting a shadow, as if she had caught a bad cold, with a faint redness at the corners of her eyes.
His gaze turned cold: "Ask again to change the password."
Zheng Chuan had recently offended his father, and to avoid being beaten, he didn't go home but instead went to his father's place for refuge.
Therefore, Wen Zhaonian's words were like a weapon that held his lifeline in the air, and Zheng Chuanyi indeed fell silent after hearing them.
Although Li Tangyan didn't understand what they were saying, she was pleased and continued to play dead.
*
After spending this time together, Li Tangyan had gotten to know most of the people at Wen Zhaonian Law Firm, so she didn't feel too constrained when they arrived at their destination.
The group consisted of young, energetic people, so after finishing their meal, they promptly moved on to the next destination.
Inside the private room, a melodious female voice drifted slowly from the large screen in front of them.
Several colors of light mingled together, falling on every spot along the rotating overhead lights, blending into the noisy voices and creating an atmosphere to the fullest.
When Li Tangyan returned from outside carrying her things, her gaze swept past the crowd and landed directly on the innermost corner of the private room.
The man was half-sunken into the sofa, his thin black jacket having been taken off and draped over his body at some point.
The sofa was a bright red, and the stark contrast of the two colors made the man's skin appear even paler and more cold.
Unlike the surrounding hustle and bustle, he quietly leaned against the wall to rest, letting the noise linger, as if he were isolated from the world, drawing a clear and transparent dividing line.
Li Tangyan handed the bag in her hand to the others, and then took out a bottle of milk that looked obviously out of place hidden among a pile of beer and walked up to Wen Zhaonian.
A sudden warmth spread across his face, and Wen Zhaonian lifted his eyelids, his eyes welling up with tears from the weariness caused by his cold.
The colorful light made him feel uncomfortable. He blinked until his vision focused and a figure clearly appeared in his eyes.
In front of him, Li Tangyan waved a bottle of hot milk in front of him, a sly glint of triumph flashing in her eyes.
The squirrel that needs to be disciplined is causing trouble again.
This was the first thought that came to Wen Zhaonian's mind after he sorted out his chaotic thoughts.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his slightly hoarse voice tinged with a stronger nasal tone.
The rising intonation at the end of the sentence, the casual tone, gave one the unsettling feeling of being brushed aside by a blade of grass.
A thin layer of mist had formed in her dark eyes due to her cold, and her gaze was now fixed on her. Compared to her usual aloofness and nobility, she now possessed a captivating languor.
I want to pet him, I want to see the clarity in his eyes tinged with worldly tenderness.
Although she shouldn't be thinking that way at this moment, Li Tangyan really couldn't help herself.
I am guilty, and I will do it again next time.
Li Tangyan quickly stopped her thoughts from going astray.
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