Chapter 56 Did you see it?
He made Sheng Zhao feel sorry for him, but for Sheng Zhao, what was pity?
In fact, Sheng Zhao doesn't like smoking and hates the smell of cigarettes. She always has a frown on her face.
But she lowered her eyes and glanced at Li Ji who was sleeping on the soft bed, then turned her head to look at the lonely moonlight outside the window, with a cigarette between her lips.
The windows were wide open, and the cool night breeze blew in, causing the gauze curtains to float slightly in the wind.
Sheng Zhao exhaled a puff of smoke, holding a slender men's cigarette between her fingertips. She lowered her eyes slightly, and the rising smoke enshrouded her eyebrows.
This was Li Ji's men's cigarette. She saw it in his room, helped him into the room and took one. It was not as stimulating as ordinary cigarettes, but had a slight fragrance and fruity aroma, but Sheng Zhao still didn't like it.
Her gaze turned to Li Ji.
The man had his eyes closed, reeking of alcohol. His handsome features were softly blurred by the moonlight, and even in his sleep, his brows were slightly furrowed, revealing an indescribable sense of brokenness and loneliness.
“Hmm—”
She pursed her lips and sobbed slightly in her sleep, as if she was not sleeping well.
She probably doesn't like him either.
Sheng Zhao took another sip of his cigarette and put out the butt.
She was probably in a trance, and in the haze she could just hear the man's low murmur, "Sheng Zhao..."
She walked forward and looked at Li Ji's sleeping face. He seemed to sense something and reached out to hug her tightly. His voice was low and hoarse, "Sheng Zhao..."
The man's low, whispering voice was seductive and pleasant, and the slight smoky quality made the atmosphere charming.
He just closed his eyes and fell asleep uncomfortably, his lips slightly pale and dry with sadness.
Sheng Zhao stroked the corners of his lips with his fingertips, and curiously probed into the gap between his lips. His fingertips felt wet and lightly teased the tip of his tongue.
Then she lowered her eyes and kissed his lips lightly.
In an instant, Li Ji opened his eyes.
His eyes were as deep as the ocean, and especially complex under the dim light.
"Are you pretending?" Sheng Zhao asked back with a hint of pleasure.
Li Ji lowered his eyes slightly, his Adam's apple sliding up and down, and finally uttered a word dryly, "No."
"...You woke me up."
Did she mean the way her fingertips rubbed the seam between his lips and teased the tip of his tongue?
Sheng Zhao had no other expression on his face. He just smiled and sniffed the fragrance and alcohol on his body. "Would you like some hangover medicine?"
…just like any other conversation.
Smiling indifference and nonchalance, condescending teasing and the leisurely game of cat and mouse.
But Li Ji just stared into her eyes, without the usual teasing and laziness that accompanied her nonsense, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you kiss me?"
"Kiss you..." Sheng Zhao was stunned for a moment.
She was used to the arrogant and domineering behavior, and did not think that kissing and making love between them was a big deal. She was even confused and puzzled by his straightforward words that he wanted to clarify.
"I just want to see your expression."
Sheng Zhao thought for a moment and answered.
Because she found that Li Ji had woken up.
Teasing him, teasing him, and looking at him will put her in a good mood.
"No." Li Ji's expression was remarkably firm. He leaned slightly closer to her, his voice hoarse and aggressive, "...You have feelings for me."
"Do you have feelings for me...?"
He said this with absolute certainty, but the ending tone was hoarse and pleading, and his eyebrows drooped.
...So pitiful.
Sheng Zhao involuntarily leaned forward and touched his cheek again. Li Ji felt the warmth of her fingertips and trembled for a moment, then heard his words that seemed to be hoarse and choked with sobs.
"...Stop toying with me like this."
He lowered his head, his eyes red, and spoke with a choked voice, the last syllable of his voice breaking.
"Stop playing with me like that."
"...You know very well that I like you."
He said this while crying, his slender jade-like hands with blue veins trembling slightly, then he covered his face, lowered his head and sobbed.
"You clearly know..."
His low, hoarse voice turned into a choked murmur, and even Sheng Zhao's thoughts became hazy.
Sheng Zhao's mouth felt a little dry, as the nicotine had not yet dissipated between his lips and teeth, and his throat was tight.
In the lonely night, the man lowered his head and cried silently, his sobs suppressed. Then Sheng Zhao could hear the slow and deafening "thump thump" of his heartbeat in his chest.
She never thought about loving others, and she never lacked love.
Sheng Zhao lowered his confused and ignorant eyes slightly.
So what should she do now?
She moved closer to him and slowly put her arm around his shoulders. Her chest seemed to be trembling violently. She closed her eyes slightly and rubbed his wet cheek.
"Don't cry, I like you."
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Perhaps because she was in a good mood, when the program crew came to her house, Li Ji, who was famous for her lazy and cold beauty, actually smiled, with the corners of her lips curled up from time to time, which made He Ciyuan a little confused.
You know, Li Ji always has a cold face, so why would he smile at them like this?
"Wow, Xiao Li's house is so big and tidy."
The production crew livened up the atmosphere, with cameras circling the room.
In order to avoid exposing the fact that Sheng Zhao and Li Ji were living together, Sheng Zhao had ordered a thorough cleaning to remove all traces of the second person's life, making the house look exceptionally tidy.
Chen Shuoxing sat down on the sofa as usual, as if he didn't care at all about the ugly quarrel with Li Ji a few days ago. He waited for Li Ji's meal with anticipation in his eyes.
No kidding, he really wanted to try it.
Li Ji politely welcomed everyone in and poured tea.
Xie Huaining looked around and exclaimed, "What a big house! Brother Li, wouldn't you be scared living alone? By the way, does Brother Li live alone?"
Li Ji raised his eyebrows and met Xie Huaining's meaningful eyes. Without saying a word, he curled the corners of his lips, sneered in his heart and shook his head.
He became more and more curious about what was going on behind Xie Huaining's pure and innocent face.
He Ciyuan's mansion is similar, so why doesn't he ask He Ciyuan with such admiration?
But He Ciyuan's eyes were always fixed on Sheng Zhao.
His eyes were complicated, as if he was deeply touched by what happened yesterday. He never thought that he could escape from the sea of suffering.
And Sheng Zhao stood up for him without any explanation that day.
As the music in the box vibrated, his chest began to pound, and he could only see Sheng Zhao's face.
My chest was burning so fiercely that even breathing felt hot.
He is already in his early thirties and has been eliminated in the entertainment industry full of handsome men. He is a third-rate star who is famous for his sexiness - is he really worthy of being moved?
He Ciyuan's temperament has always been lazy and pure, but now it has a complicated and depressed look, which made Duan Ming look at him a few more times with some doubts.
Sheng Zhao ignored the men's undercurrents. She looked tired and dazed as she sat on the sofa to rest.
Last night we had a fight, I carried Li Ji into the house, and ordered people to clean up the mess. I was really tired.
However, Li Ji drank some wine last night, but today he looked radiant and not tired at all. He was even in the mood to laugh, which made Sheng Zhao sigh in admiration.
He is indeed a male star.
Li Ji's cooking skills were impeccable, and the whole table was a feast of Manchu and Han cuisine. Duan Ming was a little shocked, and his opinion of Li Ji changed a little, thinking that at least he was not so... vain.
"Tsk..." This is much more delicious than the messy Western-style meal prepared by Sheng Cehan for the etiquette team.
Duan Ming sighed.
Chen Shuoxing's eyes lit up, and his usually calm pupils widened.
He has been wanting to eat for a long time.
He had a blank expression on his face but was stroking his chopsticks, almost impatient to start eating.
As if seeing his love rival fall in love with his cooking skills, Li Ji slightly raised the corners of his lips and felt happier, but his peripheral vision was focused on the confused Sheng Zhao.
...So cute.
Li Ji slightly pursed the corners of his lips that were gradually rising, suppressed his smile, and felt even happier.
The photographer kept taking pictures of Li Ji's face.
It was a rare moment of joy for the cold and beautiful woman. She had already anticipated how crazy the comments would be about this smiling face.
But is cooking really that fun?
It seemed as if he had figured it out. He Ciyuan kept putting food into Sheng Zhao's bowl. Perhaps it was because his character in the show was not good, and at this moment he rationalized his vanity by admiring Mr. Sheng's courtesy, so he could openly please Sheng Zhao.
The expression of a young man with excitement and feelings seemed a little out of place on He Ciyuan's mature face.
"Mr. Sheng, this is delicious."
"Mr. Sheng, let me pour you a glass of water."
"Sheng Zhao, are you choking?"
…
He Ciyuan kept on talking, staring at Sheng Zhao with a look of tenderness in his eyes.
Chen Shuoxing, who was eating happily on the side, suddenly stopped and his eyes turned cold.
Li Ji can be considered his rival in love, but who is He Ciyuan?
His cold gaze suddenly melted as Li Jixin brought the dishes.
Chen Shuoxing frowned and hesitated for a while before deciding to finish his meal first and then deal with He Ciyuan.
……tasty.
Chen Shuoxing lowered his eyes slightly, hiding his satisfaction.
"……No."
Perhaps it was because He Ciyuan was annoying, Sheng Zhao rubbed his eyebrows and blocked the food he was about to pick up, but accidentally, the chopsticks fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.
"Mr. Sheng, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, Mr. Sheng..." He Ciyuan's voice was a little panicked.
"I'll go get another pair."
Sheng Zhao stopped Li Ji from getting up to get him a new pair of chopsticks, and got up and went to the kitchen.
He Ciyuan looked at her back with his eyes lowered, like a wronged young wife.
Xie Huaining didn't say much. He was eating silently, but at this moment he dropped his chopsticks, found an excuse and got up to go to the kitchen.
Sheng Zhao took a new pair of chopsticks from the cupboard, but turned around and saw Xie Huaining smiling. He said apologetically, "Mr. Sheng, I dropped mine too. Can you get me a pair?"
"...Okay." Sheng Zhao paused and handed him what he had just taken.
"Hmm!" But it seemed that because the ground was slippery and he couldn't stand steadily, Xie Huaining screamed and threw himself into Sheng Zhao's arms.
The boy's waist was slender and strong, and his warm body temperature instantly swept over his body. His voice was slightly hoarse, and his handsome face was a little shy. He said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Sheng."
Sheng Zhao really didn't feel like playing any more. He pushed him away bluntly and dusted himself off. "You're welcome."
When I looked up, I saw Li Ji's cold face at the door.
...Did you see it?
Sheng Zhao tilted his head slightly, as if asking this.
Li Ji leaned against the door, his eyes were cold, and the corners of his lips twitched with a hint of sneer——
I see.
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