"It's very uncomfortable," Song Heng said, his eyes lowered, his sweat-soaked hair falling down, his voice hoarse from holding back his pain.
Zhou Yun's eyes flickered slightly, a pang of reluctance rising in her heart.
If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have drunk that glass of wine; if it weren't for her, they would be in the hospital by now.
"Or, you could use your hand..." She couldn't imagine how red her face must be right now.
Song Heng tugged at the corners of his lips, realizing that she genuinely wanted to help him, but not much.
“I’m not used to being alone,” Song Heng said, his deep gaze fixed on her. “You helped me that night, so why don’t you…”
He leaned close to her ear, his hot breath washing over her earlobe, and Zhou Yun's face, which was originally flushed, instantly turned a deep purplish-red.
She wasn't used to doing this kind of thing. No, the point is, she had absolutely no recollection of doing anything like that that night.
However, if we help him, the feud between them will be even.
Anyway, it shouldn't be her first time with him like that...
Seeing the girl's surprised and incredulous look, Song Heng chuckled. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the girl's voice, which carried a sense of determination and heroic sacrifice.
"Okay, I'll help you."
After saying that, she reached out and touched his waistband. Song Heng didn't realize that Zhou Yun would actually touch him. In an instant, Zhou Yun had already grabbed his clothes at the waist and pushed them up.
As his abdomen came into contact with the warmth of her hand, Song Heng's body trembled violently. He took a deep breath and grabbed Zhou Yun's wrist with one hand to stop her from making any further moves.
He just wanted her to call the bodyguard downstairs, but he didn't expect her to take it seriously.
That would really kill him.
He trapped Zhou Yun between the wall and himself, staring intently at her with his head down, their noses so close they could almost touch.
An ambiguous atmosphere swirls between the two.
In the dark, enclosed space, their breathing became heavy. Zhou Yun's heaving chest occasionally brushed against him, and her warm breath constantly swept across his neck.
Damn it, this is really bad.
Zhou Yun had been focusing her attention on Ji Chu, who was making a phone call outside the door. Seeing that he showed no sign of leaving, she couldn't help but mutter a curse under her breath.
"Damn it, why aren't they leaving yet?"
She was now trapped between Song Heng and the wall. If she pushed him away now, it would inevitably make a noise that would be heard by the people outside the door.
Now she can only give up and let this man surround her. She was originally prepared to let him use his hands, but he didn't appreciate it.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yun glared fiercely at Song Heng.
until……
She stopped glaring at him only when she sensed a stirring in his groin.
Zhou Yun parted her red lips slightly, about to speak, but Song Heng stopped her by tracing her lips with his fingertips.
His voice was getting softer and softer.
Zhou Yun held her breath instantly and nervously opened the door a crack to look outside.
Ji Chu's assistant's voice came from outside the door, "Mr. Ji, it's a call from Mr. Lu. Miss Shi is about to give birth and needs you to go to the hospital now."
"Okay, I understand." Ji Chu rubbed his throbbing temples and took the hangover medicine from his assistant.
After a long while, he became more sober, and his complexion returned to normal. "Let's go."
"But Mr. Ji, you are now..." The assistant hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.
Now that Ji Chu is reeking of alcohol, he'll be so drunk that Lu Jingyan won't even let him step into the hospital, let alone get him into the operating room.
The man turned to his assistant. "What?"
"You reek of alcohol right now, what about what will happen to President Lu...?" He dared not say the consequences.
Ji Chu frowned. "Let's go back to Qingshan Yazhu first."
Lu Jingyan had already arranged for an obstetrics and gynecology specialist at the hospital, so he wasn't in a hurry.
Just as the two turned to leave, a familiar cell phone rang behind the door.
The two people behind the door stared at each other for a second. Zhou Yun reacted instantly, quickly took out her phone from her bag and hung up the call. The whole operation took only three seconds, and her head was buzzing.
"who?"
Ji Chu rebuked him coldly.
He recognized the ringtone; it was familiar, but he hoped it wasn't what he was thinking.
Song Heng watched her shrink into a ball like a quail and whispered, "Don't want to see him?"
Zhou Yun: "Mmm."
If going out at first was just awkward for ex-lovers to see each other again, but they've already been avoiding each other for so long, if she goes out again, then in his eyes it will mean she can't bear to part with him.
She didn't want Ji Chu to misunderstand that she was following him.
When Song Heng saw her respond, he reached out and rubbed her head, then opened the door and went out, hiding Zhou Yun behind him as he went out, his tall and slender body perfectly blocking her view.
"President Ji, we meet again." Song Heng's tone was as distant as ever.
Ji Chu frowned. "Why is President Song here?"
"Do I need to report to General Manager Ji before I come here?"
Ji Chu didn't speak, but just stared at him quietly, as if he was thinking about something.
Noticing his gaze, Song Heng turned his head. "Sometimes I'm curious how the Ji family managed to become one of the four great families in Kyoto. After all, the president likes to get drunk in broad daylight and is also fond of meddling in other people's business."
His words were extremely sarcastic and unpleasant.
Ji Chu said, "That's still much better than being a shady family heir in public."
Although Song Heng came out alone, his damp scalp and flushed cheeks made it clear to anyone with eyes what he had just been doing behind the door.
Although Song Heng came out alone, he knew there was someone behind the door, and that person was definitely a woman.
Ji Chu pursed his thin lips, fearing that the woman behind the door was Zhou Yun.
He could have dialed the number again to confirm who was ringing, but he gave up.
He was afraid, afraid to hear that bell again, afraid that Zhou Yun would walk out from behind the door the next second.
Ji Chu lowered his eyes, concealing the unease in them. "Please, President Song, keep your integrity and don't cause yourself any trouble."
Song Heng chuckled, raising his eyes with a playful expression, "I don't understand what President Ji is saying. How is being with someone you like not being chaste?"
Ji Chu remained silent; he truly had no right to judge anyone.
In the end, Ji Chu left with his assistant, taking one last deep look at the closed fire door before leaving.
As the footsteps faded into the distance, Zhou Yun leaned against the wall and let out a deep breath.
"Are you that afraid of him finding out?" Song Heng bent down and rubbed her head, staring at her with an ambiguous expression.
"I'm not afraid, I just don't want to cause unnecessary trouble." Zhou Yun calmly pushed away the hand on her head. "President Song, isn't there a lesson in gentlemanly education about maintaining normal social distance from strangers?"
Song Heng chuckled, "I do with strangers, but not with people I like."
"It looks like your brain has been damaged by a fever. You should go to the hospital to get it checked out."
As she spoke, Zhou Yun pushed open the door and walked out.
"Oh, right!" As if remembering something, "If you don't know the way to the hospital, I can take you there. I'm going to pick up my goddaughter in a bit, and you can go and get an appointment with a neurosurgeon while you're at it."
"Then I'll ride in your car." Song Heng quickly followed.
"Stop!" Zhou Yun stopped and turned around.
She pressed her fingertips against Song Heng's chest, while simultaneously stretching out her hand to create distance between them.
Song Heng's damp, tousled hair hung low on his forehead, and his high, straight eyebrows and deep blue eyes added a touch of nobility and unruliness to his appearance.
No wonder so many women are drawn to him, willing to risk everything to get into his bed.
But she wasn't one of those women.
"Don't even think about trying to freeload. Have your two bodyguards take you there."
Bodyguard in black: Are you being polite?
Song Heng: ...
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