Shen Zhiyi was burned by his eyes.
"Mr. Shang..."
"Don't be so mean to me."
Shang Zeyan moved closer to her, absorbing her breath greedily, but without letting her see any clues.
I can only reveal my thoughts carefully and little by little.
"Know my name, huh?"
He felt as if he were having a sweet and painful fever.
As long as I get close to her, my whole body will burn.
Seeing that he looked very uncomfortable, Shen Zhiyi followed his thoughts and called out softly.
"Then the banquet..."
The wish was fulfilled.
Shang Zeyan's scalp tingled.
All the pores in his body opened up in that instant, and a storm rolled up in his dark eyes.
He had never felt that his name sounded so strange.
He just wanted to hear her calling him over and over again.
In various tones.
Especially when I was crying and gasping for breath...
He suddenly came back to his senses.
Once again, I scolded myself in my heart.
"Can you let me go first?" Shen Zhiyi blushed and moved his fingertips.
He was wearing a soft silk shirt.
Even through his clothes, she could feel his bulging chest muscles.
The contours are well-defined, firm and powerful.
Her restless fingertips accidentally scraped somewhere, and Shang Zeyan was shocked and suddenly let go of her hand.
He turned his face away from her.
The roots of her ears, hidden among her hair, turned red.
Shen Zhiyi looked at the half-dried moisture on his head and asked, "Did you just take a shower?"
Shang Zeyan pursed his lips, his jawline tightly drawn.
Even the neck was a suspicious crimson color.
"Um."
"I'm sweating a little." He muttered.
Shen Zhiyi didn't think much about it, "Let me help you blow dry your hair."
Shang Zeyan turned his head, his eyes dark and gloomy, as if he was confirming something, staring at her intently.
"Is this also... the responsibility of a sleep aid?"
Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.
Then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"certainly."
"If you don't blow dry your hair after washing it, you'll get a headache."
"It will be harder to fall asleep then."
She looked like she was ready to get things done.
Shang Zeyan suppressed the slight sense of loss in his heart.
Let out a breath.
It's fine.
There is ample time.
One day, his friend will really want to help him blow-dry his hair.
And not because of work.
However, thinking about the time they would be alone together later, Shang Zeyan became uncontrollably excited.
"Tuo," he nodded gently, "I'll do as you say."
"I'll get the hairdryer."
Just as he was about to stand up, Shen Zhiyi pressed his shoulders.
"Drink the soup first."
She smiled gently.
It was like a gust of gentle breeze blowing over him, holding him in place.
There was a tingling sensation on the shoulder.
Even through the fabric, he couldn't help but imagine her tenderness.
Shang Zeyan's Adam's apple rolled.
He picked up the soup on the table and drank it in big gulps.
It seemed like even if she had poisoned the drink, he would drink it without hesitation, and even enjoy it.
The Anshen Soup is almost finished.
Shang Zeyan put down his bowl.
"I've finished drinking it." He stared at her with his eyes like an obedient big dog asking for praise.
"Very good."
It was the most delicious soup he had ever tasted in his life.
It was cooked for him by his own will...
Shang Zeyan's expression remained calm, but his mind was buzzing with activity.
Shen Zhiyi lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.
She looked up and glanced at the clock. "It's getting late. Let's go blow dry our hair."
"After blowing..."
Her eyes moved to his face, "I'll put you to sleep."
coax?
Shang Zeyan began to feel elated because of this word.
Shen Zhiyi didn't notice his abnormality, and naturally took his hand and gently lifted him up from the chair.
"Let's go."
Shang Zeyan's breathing suddenly stopped and his body became as stiff as stone in an instant.
Her long legs followed her unconsciously.
His eyes were fixed on her holding his hand.
My heart started pounding.
Dark thoughts followed her gaze, covering the soft and smooth back of her hand like mucous membrane.
All the senses in the body also gathered together.
Her fingertips were warm.
It brushed past the thin calluses on his hands.
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