Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Taste
Song Jianan slept soundly and had no dreams all night.
His mind was still a little fuzzy when he first woke up. He lay there for a few minutes before sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
He suddenly stopped moving, his sight caught by a figure pushing the door open.
Song Yuqiao had just come out of the gym, wearing a white tank top and black sports pants. The tank top was wet with sweat and slightly stuck to his chest, revealing his full and bulging muscles.
After the intense exercise, his cold features had a rough and wild look, but it was different from the rough look of the workers who moved goods in the warehouse that Song Jianan had seen in his previous life. It was clean and noble.
He cast a cold gaze over: "Awake?"
Song Jianan quickly tore his eyes off his muscular arms.
He responded softly and lowered his eyes to think.
These arms could easily carry him from the guest bedroom back to the master bedroom.
But they can also tie his hands or legs on the bed, making him unable to resist.
If he also exercises every day, will he become stronger and more muscular?
A vague thought flashed through my mind.
Song Yuqiao went into the bathroom to take a shower. Song Jianan also quickly got up, washed up, and went into the restaurant first.
The Song family never had the habit of eating breakfast together, so he ate breakfast without any psychological burden.
He had only taken two bites when Song Yuqiao appeared, pulled out the chair next to him, and sat down with his tall and steady figure. Song Jianan suddenly felt a pressure coming over him, buried his head, and quickened his movements.
Song Yuqiao reminded: "Jia Jia, eat slowly."
"oh."
Song Jianan had no choice but to slow down.
No one spoke while eating, and only Song Jianan's movements were heard at the table.
Song Yuqiao's dining posture was elegant, without making any noise, which made Song Jianan look a little rude.
Song Jianan didn't think there was anything wrong with the way he ate. In his previous life, he sometimes had to work three jobs a day, and when he could eat, his meal time was squeezed out, so he couldn't pay attention to any dining etiquette. Over time, he got used to eating with big mouthfuls and finishing the food as quickly as possible.
Once or twice, Song Yuqiao thought he was just starving, which was why he was acting differently than usual.
When Song Yuqiao saw Song Jianan's ungentlemanly eating manners again, his brows furrowed slightly, and a look of deep thought flashed across his eyes.
He hasn't been back to the old house for a while. What happened in the meantime?
He ate slowly and leisurely, lowering his eyes to hide the fierce look in his eyes.
Song Jianan had no classes today, and Song Yuqiao didn't seem to have any plans to go out. After breakfast, Song Jianan took out his textbook to review. Song Yuqiao followed him into the study, but not to do work. He picked up a book from the bookshelf and sat down next to Song Jianan to read it.
Song Jianan felt a little uncomfortable at first, but he quickly got into the state of learning, ignoring Song Yuqiao's existence, and did not notice the gazes that fell on him from time to time.
"Jia Jia, do you want to eat fruit?"
A cold voice suddenly rang out from the study room which had been quiet for a long time.
Song Jianan looked up from his book, his eyes filled with confusion. "What?"
Song Yuqiao stared at him for two seconds, then calmly looked away. "Would you like to have some fruit and take a break? You've been watching for over an hour."
Song Jianan blinked and realized that he was a little tired, his eyes were sore, he nodded and said okay.
Song Yuqiao stood up, but didn't move. He looked at him and said, "Jia Jia, won't you come with me?"
Song Jianan was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what they were going to do together, but he still stood up and followed him obediently. When he entered the kitchen, he realized that Song Yuqiao was planning to wash the fruit himself.
Song Yuqiao had long legs and was tall. He stretched out his long arms and easily took out the lychees from the top shelf of the refrigerator. He turned around and handed them to Song Jianan, and then took out a box of cherries.
Song Jianan stood aside holding the litchi, watching Song Yuqiao bend down to wash the cherries.
Song Yuqiao was very tall, so the pool looked small to him. He stood tall and slender, but he bent down for a box of cherries, as if it was an honor for the cherries to be washed clean in his hands.
Song Jianan was lost in thought when he felt a cold touch on his lips, and he suddenly came back to his senses.
Song Yuqiao pinched a plump and round cherry against his lips and looked down at him.
"Try these cherries, they were just delivered this morning."
Song Jianan's hands were full, so he opened his mouth and took the big cherry in. However, he didn't expect to take a finger in his mouth at the same time. The strange feeling in his mouth made him look up at Song Yuqiao.
Song Yuqiao's cold brows changed slightly, but Song Jianan didn't notice. He raised his pair of dark and watery eyes with a pleading look, hoping that he could take out his finger.
But Song Yuqiao was unmoved for some reason.
Maybe I didn't understand his look.
Song Jianan had no choice but to use the tip of his tongue to press against the finger and try to push it out.
Song Yuqiao finally moved, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, he pushed the cherry in a few inches, then pulled out his fingers, turned around, took the lychee in his hand, cleaned off some branches and leaves, and put it in the fruit plate.
The strange feeling in Song Jianan's heart finally dissipated. A huge cherry made his cheeks bulge. After chewing it a few times and swallowing some of the flesh, he felt less uncomfortable.
Song Yu prepared the fruit plate, turned around and asked him, "Is it delicious?"
Song Jianan spat out the core, with a little flesh still in his mouth, and said in a somewhat vague voice: "It's delicious."
Song Yuqiao took two steps forward, his toes touching his.
Song Jianan looked up at him in confusion.
The next second, her almond eyes widened.
Song Yuqiao lowered her head and covered his lips, licked them twice, bit the lip lightly, and slid the tip of her tongue along the slightly opened lips, rolling up the cherry flesh.
"Let me try it."
Song Jianan walked out of the kitchen, Song Yuqiao's cold tone still echoing in his mind.
While feeling dizzy, he couldn't help but wonder, there were so many cherries, why did Song Yuqiao insist on eating the one in his mouth?
Song Yuqiao did not return to the study. He went straight to the garden with the fruit plate and asked him, "Jia Jia, do you want to go to the garden to rest for a while?"
Song Jianan thought of the fragrance of flowers coming from the garden and the flower wall swaying in the wind in the distance, and obediently said yes.
The temperature outside is just right, and there is a leisure area in the garden, which is perfect for having afternoon tea.
The soft sunlight hits my body, making me feel warm. Sitting in the garden, I peel a snow-white and juicy lychee and put it into my mouth. The sweet taste spreads on the tip of my tongue, making me feel cozy and comfortable.
Song Jianan narrowed his eyes and couldn't help wanting to stretch his limbs. He moved his hands and feet slightly, but he just sat on the stool stiffly. He pinched a cherry and put it into his mouth. Under Song Yuqiao's occasional gaze, he restrained himself and chewed it slowly.
He thought rather boredly that Song Yuqiao was really free. Instead of going to work, he was actually here staring at him while he was eating.
Song Yuqiao peeled the lychees with her slender fingers. "Zejiang bayberries will be ripe in a while. I'll ask the housekeeper to make you a lychee and bayberry drink then."
Song Jianan nodded twice. Of course he couldn't refuse the food.
"Is Jiajia's final exam coming up soon?"
Song Yuqiao pushed a plate of peeled lychees over, exchanged the almost finished plate, and asked.
Song Jianan nodded, "The first exam will be held in less than half a month."
Speaking of exams, he felt a little worried. He hadn't even finished going through the textbooks for the first time. If he failed all the courses at the end of the semester, it would seriously affect his graduation.
Song Yuqiao seemed unaware of the sadness that slipped into his face. "How are your exam preparations going?"
Song Jianan replied vaguely: "Not bad."
Song Yuqiao continued peeling lychees, lowering his eyes and saying, "You can always come to me if you have any difficulties."
He laughed, a short and light laugh. Song Jianan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and saw that his expression did not change, so he thought it was an illusion.
Song Yuqiao said: "Brother is your Mr. Siri."
Song Jianan was slightly stunned, blinked his eyes, and slowed down his chewing.
Was the lychee he just ate rotten, or not fully ripe yet? Why did it taste a bit sour and a bit astringent?
He let the sour feeling go down his throat. It should have reached his stomach, but it seemed to turn into his heart halfway, blocking half of the blood vessels. It was very stuffy, but not enough to stop his heartbeat.
He remembered that Song Yuqiao, who came to him in his previous life and said that he wanted to continue to be his brother, looked exactly like the man in front of him.
However, they are actually the same person.
He was stunned for a while before he remembered to reply, but he didn't know how to reply. He picked up the wet towel beside him, lowered his head to wipe his hands, and hummed twice to get by.
He suddenly felt that it was boring to stay in the garden, eating only fruits without any cakes or milk tea.
He wants to go back to study.
Pushing Litchi forward, he stood up, lowering his eyebrows, and said, "Brother, I've rested well. I'm going back to the study to study first."
Song Yuqiao also stood up and said, "Let's go."
Song Jianan was a little slow to catch up with him.
Before he walked out of the garden, he glanced at Song Yuqiao's profile.
He seems to be in a good mood today.
Song Jianan stopped, staring at the bluestone path under his feet, and asked slowly: "Brother, have you signed the agreement?"
Song Yuqiao's body stiffened slightly for a moment, he stopped, turned his back to Song Jianan, and a thin layer of ice appeared on his face again.
He closed his eyes, exhaled slightly, and tried to remain calm. "Sign it. I'll keep the agreement for you."
Song Jianan said halfway through his refusal: "No, I..." I can keep it myself.
"I have something else to do, you can go back by yourself."
Song Yuqiao strode away, leaving behind a cold remark.
Song Jianan's dark eyes widened. How could he do this?
The agreement is only in Song Yuqiao's hands. What's the difference between that and not having signed it?
But Song Yuqiao had long legs and big steps, and he disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye. A few minutes later, he went downstairs again and walked straight out.
Song Jianan reacted and hurriedly followed, only to see the car body going away.
He returned to his study with a depressed look on his face, his eyes were distracted as he looked at the book, and a hint of confusion inadvertently appeared in his eyes.
He didn't understand why Song Yuqiao was unwilling to give him the agreement. Song Yuqiao was a shrewd businessman. Since he had signed it, the agreement would not do him any harm.
Without the agreement in hand, his relationship with Song Yuqiao could break down at any time.
Maybe tomorrow Song Yuqiao would get tired of him and drive him away. Maybe after a while, Song Yuqiao would suddenly no longer care about their past relationship and withdraw all her sympathy for him.
Song Yuqiao is just a temporary shelter that may collapse at any time.
Song Jianan's thoughts were brought back to reality by the sound of a message on his phone. He opened his phone and saw that it was a message from Wen Xue. She first sent him a bunch of pictures and then made an appointment for the next photo shoot.
He randomly clicked on a few pictures and accidentally swiped to a picture of women's clothing. It was actually quite realistic, but the face was his own, which felt a bit strange. He exited, checked the class schedule and exam arrangements, and replied to Wen Xue, agreeing to a photo shoot three weeks later.
Wen Xue also made a request, asking him to forward it to his friends circle and advertise it.
Song Jianan agreed. He had very few friends, and after deleting the people from the Song family, he had even fewer. After blocking Song Yuqiao, he copied Wen Xue's latest circle of friends and posted it.
Being Wen Xue's model is the only part-time job he can find at the moment, but it is not enough.
If possible, he hopes that he can pay for the next semester's tuition and living expenses, spend the last academic year safely, and successfully obtain his diploma.
The agreement is only effective for one year, but both agreements are in Song Yuqiao's hands. He must be prepared for Song Yuqiao to violate the terms of the agreement at any time.
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