Chapter 170 No More Next Time
He didn't speak, but in the silent darkness, his eyes were unfathomably black, like thick ink that couldn't be dissolved, holding too many unspoken emotions.
He originally wanted to restrain himself, to stay calm, and to give her space and time.
He lowered his head and kissed her without hesitation.
She was about to say something when he suddenly grabbed her wrist.
The next second, he pressed her arms over her head and firmly fixed them to the soft pillow.
His fingers ran through her hair strand by strand, his palm pressed against her scalp, completely enveloping her in his breath, as if asserting his dominance, or as if he could no longer tolerate even the slightest distance between them.
My heartbeat went out of control for a moment, and my mind seemed to be emptied of all thoughts, leaving only a blank space. I floated in mid-air and even forgot who I was.
"Baby, you were such a good girl today, like a freshly baked little cake, so soft and fluffy, that I just want to take a bite."
Song Zhiwei's face flushed instantly, as if a fire had spread from her ears to her entire body.
She instinctively tried to turn her head away, attempting to escape his scorching breath, but he didn't give her the chance. He tightened his arms around her, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
The two were pressed tightly together, completely sealed, without the slightest gap.
She could clearly feel the unusual sensation in his body—that restrained yet burning heat made her heart tremble.
Her body stiffened instantly, her fingertips felt slightly cold, she held her breath and asked softly, "Are you... alright?"
"Something's up."
He answered crisply and decisively, his tone carrying a hint of suppressed hoarseness, like the premonition of a wild beast's growl.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she was so ashamed that she wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it, never to see anyone again.
Before she could react, his fingertips had already casually hooked her earlobe, gently circling it, the movement soft yet teasing, as if silently stimulating her senses.
"Well... I was in a car accident today, and I was terrified."
She stammered an explanation, her voice growing softer and softer, almost as if she were talking to herself, "My mind has been a mess, I can't sleep... so I... so I came to find you."
She had a difficult childhood; her parents died early, she lived with relatives, and she often had nightmares at night.
As soon as I close my eyes, darkness engulfs me, and I feel empty and panicked inside. I'm always afraid of being alone, afraid of loneliness, and afraid of being forgotten.
That deep-seated fear never completely disappeared, even as I grew up.
She shrank back, instinctively trying to avoid the overly intimate atmosphere, and then used that old saying to shut him up: "Didn't you say you'd wait for my consent? You said it yourself, you won't go back on your word."
He chuckled softly, his chest heaving, his breath brushing against her neck: "Now I've changed my mind, is that alright?"
"fraud."
She glared at him, her eyes still red, but she forced a fierce look.
He leaned down and kissed her again without hesitation, his movements gentler than before, yet with an irresistible firmness: "Yes, I'm just kidding. I'm only kidding you."
He kissed her for a while, until her breathing became slightly erratic and her cheeks were flushed, before he finally pulled her back into his arms. He gently patted her back with one hand and coaxed her in a low voice like he was soothing a child, "Sleep, I'll hold you. We won't go anywhere."
Song Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, the crisp pine scent of his body still lingering in her nose, her heart pounding wildly.
She thought he would take things further, but to her surprise, he just let it go and quietly held her.
She couldn't help but peek out and steal a glance at him, her eyes full of doubt and a hint of probing.
He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips: "What?"
She immediately shook her head frantically, her ears turning bright red: "No! Absolutely not!"
He chuckled softly, the sound muffled in his throat, making one's heart itch with desire.
He stopped teasing her, but simply held her even tighter, his arms encircling her like iron hoops, as if protecting the softest and most precious cotton candy in the world, afraid that she would fly away if he let go.
Thinking about how he had deliberately teased and scared her earlier, she grew angrier and angrier. She raised her hand and pinched his waist hard, the force not too light, but not too heavy, with a hint of coquettishness: "You bad boy, you're just trying to make me overthink, aren't you?"
Sheng Tingzhou chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest clearly audible through his thin pajamas.
Song Zhiwei could clearly feel the tremors, steady and powerful, like a heartbeat, regular and reassuring, which made her relax involuntarily.
Don't lie to me next time.
She muttered softly and buried her face in his shoulder.
"Yes, I'm not lying."
He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on the top of her head, his voice so gentle it almost melted in the morning light.
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The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the sheer curtains, warmly bathing the floor.
As soon as Song Zhiwei opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of eyes staring at her—those eyes were dark and deep, and their gaze was so intense that it could almost ignite the air.
She was stunned for a while, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her memory slowly returning, and she remembered what happened last night, and that she was lying in Sheng Tingzhou's room, wrapped in his strong arms.
"morning……"
She spoke softly, her voice still hoarse and shy from just waking up.
After saying that, she immediately turned over, reached out to support herself on the edge of the bed, and tried to get out of bed quickly.
Sheng Tingzhou reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back firmly with a light touch.
His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had just woken up and was not fully awake, with a hint of deliberate grievance and coquetry: "You slept with me last night and didn't even say a word. Are you just planning to walk away like that? Don't you plan to take responsibility?"
Song Zhiwei's eyes widened suddenly, her face filled with disbelief. She blurted out, "Are you out of your mind? I didn't do anything! We're completely innocent, don't try to turn the tables on me!"
He was still half-lying on the bed, his eyes not even fully open. He slowly raised his other hand and pointed to his left arm, which was pinned to his side. His voice was lazy but self-righteous: "You've been pressing down on my arm all night. Now my whole arm is numb like a piece of wood. I can't feel anything at all. You've blocked my blood circulation. Tell me, don't you have to compensate me?"
Song Zhiwei opened her mouth, but was speechless for a moment, and stood there stunned.
She glanced down at his slightly pale arm, then looked up at his face, which was feigning grievance but couldn't hide his smile. In the end, she could only let out a helpless hum.
Seeing his serious expression, she finally gave in.
She took a deep breath, sighed, and obediently knelt by the bed. She carefully took his arm and gently massaged his stiff muscles, starting from his shoulder and moving them downwards little by little.
After massaging for about two minutes, her wrist started to ache.
Seeing that he was still lazily leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed, seemingly enjoying himself, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Then, she grabbed her pillow, got up briskly, and opened the wardrobe next to the bed to change her clothes.
Sheng Tingzhou slowly opened his eyes, a faint smile on his lips. Leaning against the headboard, his long legs casually bent, he asked her nonchalantly, "Will you come again tomorrow?"
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