That night, He Jing fell asleep peacefully to the sound of piano music downstairs and the bright moonlight, until she vaguely heard strange noises coming from her room.
He Jing is a light sleeper and woke up almost immediately. She instinctively reached for the bedside table but couldn't find the bedside lamp.
Remembering that this was not the He family home, He Jing lifted the covers and reached to the other side of the bed. As soon as she reached out her hand, it was grabbed by someone. Then the bed sank, and a familiar, cool fragrance wafted from her nose.
He Jing was furious: "Yan Hanxi! What's wrong with you, staying up so late at night?"
A boy's magnetic voice rang in her ears: "Shh, keep your voice down, don't let Sixth Brother hear. It took me a lot of effort to turn over."
He Jing looked out the window and saw it was wide open... That bastard! Afraid of being heard by He Chen if he didn't go through the front door, he actually climbed over from the balcony. This was the second floor; wasn't he afraid of falling and breaking his leg if he made a mistake?
"go back."
He Jing coldly gave the order.
Yan Hanxi chuckled softly near her ear, "No way. When have you ever seen a flower thief return empty-handed?"
He Jing ignored him, tried to pull her hand away but couldn't, so she slapped the back of his hand with her other hand.
Yan Hanxi gripped her hand even tighter and whispered, "Sister, the V-line."
He Jing's ears burned, and she suddenly lost a little bit of her backbone: "No... I won't touch it."
"Really? I practiced this especially for you, sister." Yan Hanxi deliberately slowed down her tone to entice you. "Sister, touch it, or I'll be so sad."
He Jing: "!"
Damn, what kind of wolf's temptation is this?
He Jing closed her eyes, her backbone weakened, and relaxed her grip on Yan Hanxi's hand. Yan Hanxi then guided her hand to her abdomen.
The solid muscles and defined texture send shivers down your spine and make your fingertips burn.
Because of the lack of sight, the sense of touch becomes more sensitive, as if all the nerves in the body are concentrated in the fingers, and the warmth transmitted from the abdominal muscles makes one's heart flutter.
This... this is unbearable!
Yan Hanxi guided her to carefully trace his V-line, then smiled and said in a teasing and extremely ambiguous tone, "Sister, why are your hands sweaty?"
"Shut up!"
He Jing felt a mix of enjoyment, shame, and embarrassment.
Then, Yan Hanxi hugged her, pulling her into his arms, and whispered, "Sister, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things in the garden. The reason I like teasing you so much is because you're super cute, that's all."
He Jing blushed completely. Her mood was like a snail retreating into its shell, shy yet full of a sense of security.
She couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "That's how it is."
Yan Hanxi's eyebrows curved into a smile again: "Did I find the right answer?"
The correct answer and such...
That sounds too frivolous.
"If you just want to appease me, you don't have to be so insincere," He Jing snorted. "I'm not buying it."
"But you clearly fall for this," Yan Hanxi said. "You model student, guess why I'm flattering you? Guess if I've ever flattered anyone else? Guess if what I'm saying right now is the truth?"
He Jing was speechless for a moment.
She was held in Yan Hanxi's arms, feeling the strong heartbeat in his chest, each beat faster than the last. After a long silence, she finally said weakly, "I can't guess."
Yan Hanxi, with her excellent temper, smiled and said, "If you guessed wrong, guess again."
"..."
Suddenly, the lights came on.
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