Afternoon sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cutting out bright geometric shapes on the floor.
Yu Jiuyuan sat in front of the piano, her fingertips landing on the black and white keys, but she didn't play anything. She just quietly looked at her reflection in the piano lid.
With her exquisite makeup and clear eyes, she looked just like an ethereal doll.
"What are you thinking about?"
Rong Shenghan's voice came from behind, carrying the damp scent of someone who had just taken a bath.
He was wearing a black silk robe, his long hair was slightly damp, and water droplets slid down his neck and into the collar, disappearing into the shadows of his collarbone, adding a touch of languid sexiness.
Yu Jiuyuan turned around, her fingertips lightly pressing on the piano keys, producing an off-key note: "I was wondering if Yuan Xu's lab forgot to turn on the heating again."
Rong Shenghan walked over, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and rested his chin on the top of her head: "His incubator takes up most of the power, I guess he can't bear to give room for room temperature."
He chuckled. "Do you need me to send a heater over?"
“No need.” Yu Jiuyuan shook her head, her fingertips gliding smoothly across the piano keys, playing a soothing melody. “He’s not sensitive to these things, it’s okay for him to be cold.”
Her tone was indifferent, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
Rong Shenghan, however, keenly grasped the subtext in her words.
Yuan Xu's world consists only of his petri dishes and experimental data; everything else is unimportant, including her, the "strategist."
Indeed, since the favorability rating had already stopped at 100, for Yu Jiuyuan, a pawn used to complete the mission naturally didn't need any more effort to maintain.
Rong Shenghan lowered his head and kissed the crown of her head, his voice very soft: "What about Lin Yanran? She didn't look too good when she came this morning."
When Lin Yanran was mentioned, Yu Jiuyuan paused in her playing, but then resumed as usual, adding a subtle, almost imperceptible, leap to the melody: "It's normal for a young master in his adolescence to have fluctuating tempers."
She turned her head, her fingertips tracing his jawline, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What? You care about him a lot?"
"Just curious." Rong Shenghan took her hand, put it to his lips and gently bit it, the force of his teeth just right. "After all, she is the young lady's newly recruited 'agent,' so we should pay more attention to her."
He emphasized the word "doing things," and the teasing in his tone was obvious.
Yu Jiuyuan smiled, withdrew her hand and placed it back on the piano keys, and the melody suddenly became tender, like a lover's whisper.
“His father sent him to the student council to temper his character,” she said slowly, the notes flowing from her fingertips. “The Lin family and the Su family are on good terms, so maybe we can get something out of him.”
This was the first time she had mentioned the Su family so frankly in front of Rong Shenghan.
The air in the music room seemed to freeze for a moment, and even the crackling sound of the burning firewood in the fireplace became clearer.
Rong Shenghan's arm was still around her waist, but the strength hadn't changed, and his tone was even gentler than before: "That damned Su family, apart from being drugged, we haven't had much contact."
“One of the board members of Saint Sakura Academy, he keeps a very low profile.” Yu Jiuyuan’s fingertips paused on the piano keys, and the melody stopped abruptly. “But for the Lin family to deliberately befriend him, his background is not simple.”
She turned to the side and looked directly into Rong Shenghan's eyes.
The man's pupils were deep, like a bottomless lake, reflecting the sunlight outside the window, shimmering with tiny lights, yet revealing no emotion.
"You transferred to Saint Sakura School, surely not just to become the student council vice president?" she asked again, her tone casual and nonchalant, but her eyes, like a precise radar, locked onto every micro-expression on his face.
Rong Shenghan chuckled and reached out to brush away the stray hairs from her cheek: "Otherwise what? Did you want to pursue the president?"
His tone was playful, yet his fingertips gently caressed her earlobe, carrying an undeniable heat.
Yu Jiuyuan knew that he was avoiding the question.
This man is like an intricate puzzle. On the surface, he is docile and cooperative, even willingly succumbing to temptation, but whenever the core is touched, he always builds an invisible wall in the gentlest way.
"Perhaps." Yu Jiuyuan didn't press further, turned back to face the piano, and her fingertips fell again, this time the melody became lighter. "After all, I, as the president, am still quite charming."
Her frankness startled Rong Shenghan slightly, then he chuckled softly, his chest trembling slightly with the sound: "Yes, Miss's charm is unmatched."
He stopped talking, just held her quietly, listening to her play her disorganized tune.
The sunlight moved slowly across their intertwined shadows, illuminating the dust particles in the air so clearly that they resembled countless tiny golden particles, silently floating and sinking in the halo of light.
After an unknown amount of time, Yu Jiuyuan stopped playing, and the lingering sound of the piano keys slowly dissipated in the empty room.
"Are you really not going to Xie Zhecheng's AI exhibition?" she suddenly asked.
Rong Shenghan rubbed his chin against the top of her head: "I said I had something to do."
"What's up?"
"It's a secret." He chuckled, his fingertips slipping inside her collar, gently squeezing her shoulder. "You can't possibly take away even this little bit of my personal space, can you?"
Yu Jiuyuan felt the slight coolness of his fingertips, then suddenly turned around and kissed him.
This kiss was different from the intensity of last night's; it carried a hint of probing and languor, like the afternoon sun—slow and scorching.
Rong Shenghan quickly took the initiative and deepened the kiss.
His kissing skills were excellent; he could easily arouse her deepest desires, yet he would slow down at the most crucial moment, as if patiently savoring a delicious dish.
Only when they were both slightly out of breath did he pull back slightly, his nose touching hers, his smile tinged with an intense, overwhelming desire: "Want me to stay?"
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