A few people heard Shen Zhiyi's voice clearly and fell directly onto the sofa with their hands on their chests.
"Come here and pour it for me."
A low command came from the corner.
There was a hint of restraint, and a hint of the interest and madness after locking onto a target.
Shen Zhiyi looked in the direction of the sound.
In the corner, Shang Zeyan sat up straight.
Half of his face emerged from the shadows, his features deep and sharp as if they had been cut by a knife or an axe. In the bright or dim light, he looked mysterious and gloomy.
The moment when I saw Shen Zhiyi clearly.
His breathing almost stopped.
Although his expression was still as gloomy and cold as usual, his eyes hidden in the darkness were shining brightly, even with a hint of fanatical excitement.
It's like finding prey.
Shen Zhiyi took a bottle of wine, walked in front of Shang Zeyan, slowly half-knelt down, bent down and poured him a glass.
"Mr. Shang, please."
"Do you recognize me?"
He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned forward.
The eyes are inquisitive and interesting.
Shen Zhiyi met his gaze, and her eyes followed his sharp face down, seeing that the suit he was wearing was tightened with his movements, outlining tight lines, and exuding a surging sense of power everywhere.
She raised her lips and smiled.
"Is there anyone in S City who doesn't recognize Mr. Shang?"
"Whiskey, your favorite."
She swirled her glass.
Hand it to him.
The ice cubes collided in the glass, making a crisp sound.
Shang Zeyan's gaze fell on her fingertips.
The skin was as white as jade, with colored glass dancing on it, reflecting colorful spots of light, like tiny, light kisses.
His eyes dimmed and his Adam's apple rolled silently.
"It seems that he has done his homework."
She made a blatant display of her willingness to please him.
In the past, if anyone dared to speculate about his preferences without knowing the consequences, he would have twisted his elbow and thrown him out of the box.
But she is different.
For some reason, her voice and smile seemed to have a strange magical power that swept away all his anxiety and boredom.
Instead, there was a deeper and more intense fire of desire that made his whole body boil.
The thought that she had investigated him.
All the pores on Shang Zeyan's body trembled and opened with excitement.
He took the glass.
Fingertips touching.
Shen Zhiyi's soft fingertips "accidentally" brushed against his.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Shang."
She exclaimed softly in mock panic.
"What are you apologizing for?"
Shang Zeyan's voice was a little hoarse.
"Am I that scary?"
Just now he felt the touch of her skin, smooth and soft as silk, and the rough calluses on his fingertips accidentally rubbed against her skin, generating a fine electric current.
The slightest touch.
But it scraped his veins so hard that they bulged and his blood flowed backwards.
Shen Zhiyi pursed her red lips and shook her head.
"They all said you don't like being touched... I just did it accidentally..."
Everyone in the box was also worried about Shen Zhiyi.
I met Shang Zeyan's woman last night, and he threw her into the sea to feed the fish...
Shang Zeyan lowered his eyes and watched the wine swaying in the cup.
She is right.
Because of his stepmother, he has hated being approached by women since he was a child.
Especially the kind that has a different purpose.
But she...
The image is an exception.
"May I have your name?"
He raised his eyelids and deliberately concealed the gloomy expression on his face.
Everyone was like seeing a ghost.
It was the first time they saw Shang Zeyan associated with the word "gentle".
“Zhiyi, Shen Zhiyi.”
Knowing that he was not angry, Shen Zhiyi became bolder and a smile appeared on his face again.
Shang Zeyan's heart skipped a beat.
Shen Zhiyi...
Her name rolled through his throat.
The name suits the person.
As gentle as a book from Jiangnan.
It seemed as if his rough fingertips would easily wrinkle her as he pinched and flipped through the pages... A little sweat would leave behind wet traces like a gentle spring rain...
His eyes darkened.
Restrain yourself and stop imagining.
He tilted his head back and drank the liquor in one gulp.
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