Chapter 10 What did I do to you last night?

The next morning.

When Shen Jixing woke up, the fever had completely subsided.

Perhaps he slept too long this time, making up for the busyness and fatigue of the past few years, so that he was very alert when he woke up.

I felt very clear-headed.

He was lying in the man's arms.

“…”

I placed my nose lightly against the base of his collarbone and could smell the pleasant scent emanating from his collar, like iced watermelon in summer, mixed with the clean, refreshing smell of green cedar needles in midwinter.

What is going on?

Shen Jixing moved.

The person he was pressing down also moved.

With one hand, he clasped his two cold white wrist bones and casually crossed them and pressed them against his hard chest.

The tone was lazy and sleepy, warning: "Try again."

The man's black pajamas were mostly torn apart, and the back of his hand was almost completely pressed against the hot skin.

Shen Jixing's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he tried to pull it back but to no avail.

He asked, “What if we just give it a try?”

Zhou Yili opened his eyes almost instantly.

Meeting his graceful and cold eyes, she paused for just a moment and then casually let go of his wrists.

I turned over and changed into a relaxed and comfortable position.

"Try and you will die."

“…”

Shen Jixing was speechless for two seconds, but still asked him directly, "Why are you in my room?"

The slender and lazy young master was still very sleepy, lying elegantly on his waist like a noble and dangerous large mountain lion.

"Your room?"

He said in a lazy tone with a hint of sarcasm, "Why don't you take a closer look, Mr. Shen?"

The three words "Actor Shen" are usually used as a respectful title for him by others.

However, Shen Jixing didn't hear anything from his tone.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he scanned the surroundings and realized that this room was indeed his second bedroom...

The curtains in front of the French windows were blown by the wind, bringing up the morning light after the midsummer rain. The various musical instruments placed on the carpet refracted the light, and some sheet music and lyrics pages were scattered on the ground.

As random and unruly as their owners.

This is the master bedroom.

It was he who slept on Zhou Yili's bed.

This realization slightly shattered Shen Jixing's usual cold and indifferent state.

"Why aren't you talking?"

Zhou Yili just happened to speak again at this moment, snorting and asking, "Weren't you quite talkative just now?"

Shen Jixing lowered his eyes and glanced at his messy and slightly curled hair. A few arrogant blue hairs were almost digging into the hem of his clothes below his waist.

He looked away and decisively got out of bed.

The movement made Zhou Yili open his eyes slightly, and his lips moved slightly as he tried to say something.

“I don’t quite remember.”

Shen Jixing stood beside the bed, her eyelashes slightly curved into a graceful and sharp arc.

He seemed to be trying to recall it seriously, but still couldn't find anything. He took the initiative to come to the memory of Zhou Yili's bed.

He lowered his eyes, "Sorry, maybe I wasn't sober yesterday."

Now it was Zhou Yili's turn to be stunned.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. Her deep, narrow eyes were wild and sharp, carrying his unique arrogance.

Shen Jixing lowered his eyes to look at him for a few seconds, and asked in a cold and pleasant voice:

"What did I do to you last night?"

“…”

Zhou Yili rested his head on one arm, exuding a relaxed aura, like a dazed blue-haired lion.

"What did you do?"

"It's nothing, actually..."

He used a nonchalant tone to elegantly accuse a high-ranking movie star of his crime: "He just took advantage of the dark night and sneaked into my room to try to violate a decent woman... a good-looking man."

“…”

The corners of Shen Jixing's lips twitched slightly.

His cold, arrogant, and merciless mouth looked as if he wanted to sneer.

But after all, they are the party at fault.

Because Zhou Yili said: "Taking advantage of being ill and unconscious, he insisted on coming over to sleep with me, saying that he was afraid of thunder, lightning, and rain..."

He smiled with interest, "You are afraid of a lot, Mr. Shen."

“…”

Shen Jixing lowered his eyes slightly and admitted it in a low voice.

"Um."

Zhou Yili was stunned.

Shen Jixing was silent for only two seconds, then raised his eyes and looked at him coldly and rationally, "I'm sorry, I will give you a reasonable explanation for this matter."

Then he turned around, rubbed his eyebrows, and walked out of the master bedroom as calmly as possible.

Zhou Yili's sleepiness disappeared in the few words he said.

He stared at the closed door for a long while before finally looking back at the half pillow.

At last, he sneered.

"No, he really believes it?"

It was a dark and windy night and she took the initiative to climb into Zhou Yili's bed.

This top stream is probably burnt to a mess, right?

Zhou Yili lay on his back on the soft pillow, letting his mind go blank for a few seconds, then raised his hand to gently cover his cold and narrow eyelids.

The corners of his lips slowly curved up.

"I don't even believe this nonsense."

Shen Jixing seems to be a person with a cold personality.

Even when the two of them were still together, he would have to act coquettishly and coax her for a long time if he wanted a kiss.

That person was willing to lower his eyes and kiss him as if giving alms.

…

Shen Jixing couldn't hold back when he returned to the second bedroom.

He leaned his back against the door and gently held his forehead with some annoyance.

Perhaps because he had rarely experienced such an embarrassing thing, the tips of his ears were stained with a faint red.

“That’s crazy.”

Speaking from my heart.

They were not close enough to sleep in the same bed now.

He overstepped.

Shen Jixing frowned slightly in confusion and walked towards the bathroom to take a shower.

"Brother Shen, something happened!"

When Shen Jixing answered the phone, he was absent-mindedly drying his hair.

He whispered softly, "I know."

Zhou Yili is not that easy to mess with.

The man actually has a bad temper. When he gets crazy, he's like a little lion with its fur standing on end.

He is in a really difficult situation now and doesn't know how to deal with this matter.

"Ah? You know?"

Xiongxiong's words brought him back to his senses. Shen Jixing was shocked that he, who had always been rational, had actually been distracted.

He put down the towel and said calmly: "No, nothing."

It sounds like chaos over there.

Pei Ming usually informed him personally of any activities or schedules, but now that Pei Ming was not here, it seemed like something big had happened.

Sure enough, Xiongxiong took a deep breath and asked him carefully.

"Brother, do you know Mr. and Mrs. Herbert?"

Shen Jixing's brows darkened almost instantly as he heard his own slightly cold tone.

"Yes. What's the matter?"

Xiongxiong couldn't help but shudder slightly.

He had been with Shen Jixing for so many years, but he had rarely heard him speak in such a cold tone.

"They were invited to China and said they would attend the upcoming YC live broadcast celebration to clarify some things for you."

The knuckles of Shen Jixing's fingers holding the phone turned slightly white.

Xiongxiong didn't hear his voice and felt very panicked.

In fact, this should be a good thing.

There are rumors online that Shen Ge’s wealthy parents’ identities are fake. Herbert and his wife are famous French entrepreneurs. Now they are willing to help him clarify the matter, which should be considered positive in any way.

But the people who invited them were no strangers in their team.

Shen Jixing asked: "Who invited you?"

Xiongxiong carefully uttered a name, "Fang Siqian."