When Shi Yan was halfway through blowing his hair, Sheng Yuan kissed him.

She put her slender white arms around him and pressed her lips against his.

Shi Yan's hand holding the hair dryer paused.

Fang raised his eyelids to look at Sheng Yuan, and she bit him.

It doesn't hurt.

The sound of the wind suddenly stopped. Shi Yan turned off the switch with his fingertips, put the hair dryer on the shelf and kissed Sheng Yuan tenderly.

He placed his free hand on her thin back.

Lukewarm gradually becomes not so lukewarm.

After kissing for a while, they separated, both of them had unstable breathing, but they were still very close.

There was a wet glow on Sheng Yuan's soft lips.

Less than ten seconds after they separated, she moved closer and wanted to kiss him again, her movements filled with a slightly insecure eagerness.

Shi Yan dodged by turning his head.

"What's wrong?"

He intuitively felt that something was wrong with her and refused to let her kiss him like that.

"No."

Sheng Yuan looked at Shi Yan with a strange expression, her almond-shaped eyes were clear, so clear that nothing had happened. Shi Yan began to reflect that it might really be an illusion that he was overthinking.

But is she really okay?

"I just want to kiss you, Shi Yan," she said.

Shi Yan looked at her with his dark eyes without saying anything.

Sheng Yuan moved her arms, lowered her right hand from Shi Yan's neck, placed her palm under his neck in a gripping position, lowered her eyes, and kissed his lips again.

This time Shi Yan couldn't refuse.

The tip of Sheng Yuan's thumb touched the Adam's apple in his throat.

Naturally, Shi Yan's self-control, which he had been relying on for a long time, collapsed in less than half a second.

He used his arms to lift Sheng Yuan higher, then tilted his head back to kiss her. His smooth jawline was slightly tense, and his icy Adam's apple rolled more and more frequently.

Kissing and kissing.

Sheng Yuan seemed to be tired of kissing, and her movements gradually slowed down.

Shi Yan held her and sat on the sofa. Sheng Yuan nestled into Shi Yan's neck, which smelled nice, and breathed softly and steadily. Shi Yan's hand supported her back.

When he looked at the time, it was still early. Shi Yan thought that Sheng Yuan had slept for so long in the afternoon, so she should be very awake at this time and would not feel sleepy. So he asked her if she wanted to watch TV or go to the study to play with robots.

Shi Yan had just asked half of the question when he heard the sound of regular breathing beside his ear.

“…”

She fell asleep.

…

The next day.

Sheng Yuan woke up, opened her eyes and looked up to meet Shi Yan's dark eyes. He should have woken up a long time ago, but he didn't get up. He stared at her, and she didn't know how long he had been looking at her like this.

Sheng Yuan: "Morning."

“…”

"It's getting late."

Shi Yan's voice was low and magnetic, his eyes did not move away, and there was a deep emotion in his eyes.

The clock struck eleven.

It’s indeed not too early.

"..." She slept for so long again, and Sheng Yuan didn't show any outward emotions on her face. Instead, she looked at Shi Yan openly and asked curiously, "Is there something on my face?"

"No," Shi Yan retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes, and then sat up, "Are you hungry? I'll go cook."

"I'm hungry."

Sheng Yuan asked Shi Yan to carry her to wash up, and Shi Yan did so.

In the bathroom mirror, two people stood side by side, one tall and one short, one broad and one slender.

…

Downstairs restaurant.

"Sheng Yuan?"

Shi Yan called Sheng Yuan twice before she came back to her senses from her daze.

"What?"

Shi Yan put the chopsticks in her hand and suddenly said, "If you feel bored, let's go back home tomorrow." (End of this chapter)