Chapter 1143: Does it hurt?
At the entrance, Sheng Ting looked exhausted.
Gao Qi's well-tailored black suit outlined his well-proportioned figure, and his tie was tied meticulously. His tall figure was cast in a layer of light and shadow under the overhead light.
Perhaps he had just finished work, and there was a hint of fatigue between his brows, but his demeanor was still cold and noble.
Ye Zhi turned around and looked at him, his heart beating uncontrollably.
Even after seeing this person for two years, he is still as stunning as when I first saw him.
He only dared to look at him greedily from afar, and when the distance shortened, Ye Zhi had already hidden all his thoughts.
He knew very well that he shouldn't have any inappropriate thoughts around Sheng Ting.
Their relationship began with mutual needs and will end with his falling in love.
Ye Zhi walked over and took the suit jacket that Sheng Ting had just taken off. He lowered his eyes and tried to calm his frantic heartbeat, thinking about how to make the opening remarks naturally.
Before he was ready, a pair of strong hands had already trapped him in the broad chest.
Ye Zhi's back pressed against Sheng Ting's chest, and his hot breath lingered on the skin beside his ear, causing his whole body to tremble.
Ye Zhi has very fair skin, which turns into cherry blossom pink when she is shy.
Sheng Ting had been with him for so long that he had already discovered his little body secrets. When he lowered his eyes, he was not surprised to see that the skin on his neck had turned red.
"Ye Zhi, you are shy!"
It's so cute that she gets shy just by being hugged.
Ye Zhi panicked for a moment, but before he could find the right words to answer, Sheng Ting had already picked him up and pushed him against the wall beside him.
Sheng Ting's lips pressed against Ye Zhi's, and the slight coolness mixed with the faint scent of cologne on his body made Ye Zhi tremble and his heart roar violently.
He couldn't resist the strong feeling and scratched the floating patterns on the wallpaper with his fingers.
Outside the window, the night is deep and the moonlight is spreading.
The hazy light fell on Ye Zhi's smooth and white back, and a pair of beautiful butterfly bones fluttered their wings gently like a butterfly about to fly.
Continuous kisses fell, and the butterfly flapped its wings lightly, as if it wanted to fly away with the wind.
Sheng Ting held the small waist with both hands and embraced the soft and slender body in his arms, like a big tree domineeringly growing branches, using its lush branches and leaves to retain a butterfly that was about to flap its wings and fly.
Ye Zhi was held in his arms, unable to move his hands or feet. He didn't want to move either. Only at this moment would he feel that Sheng Ting belonged to him.
Sheng Ting's breathing grew heavier, the heavy waves swallowing everything. Ye Zhi's anxiety vanished, and he sank into Sheng Ting's arms and closed his eyes.
Ye Zhi knew Sheng Ting was in good physical condition and wouldn't end up in the living room. But he was so exhausted that he couldn't even open his eyes. When he was taken to the bathroom to take a shower, he was in a daze, not knowing what day it was.
Sheng Ting took Ye Zhi out of the warm water, dried him, and carried him to the bed in the bedroom.
He didn't follow her into bed. When he was putting on his bathrobe and preparing to go to the cloakroom to change clothes, a hand reached out and pinched the corner of his clothes.
The force of falling restrained Sheng Ting's steps. He glanced sideways and saw Ye Zhi with his head buried in the quilt, eyes closed, looking like he was sleeping soundly, but that hand was stubbornly holding him back.
Sheng Ting frowned. He was always decisive, but now he started to think about how to pull the hand away without alerting Ye Zhi.
Sheng Ting would only stay briefly in this villa when he met Ye Zhi. He never stayed overnight here and would leave after taking a shower and getting dressed.
This is his habit and his principle.
But today... Sheng Ting hesitated.
For the first time in two years, I felt shaken.
When Sheng Ting was making a decision, the hand holding his clothes suddenly loosened. Ye Zhi seemed to wake up suddenly, opened his eyes and looked at him, and said in a panic: "Mr. Sheng, I'm sorry! I pulled your clothes."
The stubborn hand suddenly gave in helplessly and carefully retracted into the quilt. Ye Zhi also closed his eyes and fell asleep in the quilt.
Ye Zhi's breathing was steady. Based on Sheng Ting's experience with him, he knew he was not pretending.
Ye Zhi was half asleep just now, and his body reflexively began to abide by the rules and keep a distance from him.
The dim night light swept across Sheng Ting's face, causing his cheeks to suddenly turn gloomy.
He was very unhappy.
Obviously, Ye Zhi's approach was correct, but it still made him furious.
Sheng Ting changed his mind, took off his robe and got into bed.
He held the sleeping Ye Zhi in his arms and frowned awkwardly as he lay on the pillow.
I am used to sleeping alone, and now I am holding someone in my arms. Actually, I don’t feel comfortable at first.
But habits are sometimes meant to be broken.
In less than ten minutes, Sheng Ting had entered the stage of enjoyment.
Ye Zhi had a faint fragrance on his body, which was the perfume he always used.
He is very loyal and has been using this one all these years. The base note is a mixture of light vetiver and cedar, and the hint of coldness in the fragrance blends with the night.
Sheng Ting has a problem of being attached to his bed, and he thought he would not be able to sleep if he changed places.
But he soon fell into a deep sleep under the faint fragrance of Ye Zhi.
Ye Zhi woke up in the middle of the night. It was dark and there was no light in the bedroom. He vaguely saw someone beside him.
"who?"
Ye Zhi's frightened voice startled Sheng Ting, and he raised his hand to turn on the bedside lamp.
The warm orange light added a touch of warmth to the gloomy night and also illuminated the astonishment in Ye Zhi's eyes.
"Mr. Sheng?"
Ye Zhi stared blankly at the man leaning against the bedside: "You haven't left yet?"
"Are you trying to get me out?" Sheng Ting grabbed his phone and checked the time.
Although there was no visual pressure, Ye Zhi felt a heavy aura pressing down on him.
He hurriedly explained: "No... I thought you had left."
In the past, Sheng Ting would leave after finishing his work without stopping.
What happened today?
Are you tired?
Ye Zhi stayed with Sheng Ting for two years and did a lot of intimate things with him, but they didn't actually communicate much.
No big boss would chat with the canary he raised, and he couldn't see Sheng Ting except to meet his needs.
Only once, on the day of the concert, Sheng Ting went backstage and met him in the lounge.
I also sent him a bouquet of flowers to congratulate him on the success of his concert.
He kept the bouquet of flowers at home until they dried up and was reluctant to throw them away. He dried them and kept them in the vase forever.
This was the first time Sheng Ting gave him flowers, and he was very happy. He knew clearly that the flowers didn't mean anything, and he shouldn't have any hope.
But he just couldn't help wanting to keep the warmth of that moment forever.
Sheng Ting put down his phone and glanced to his side, and found that Ye Zhi looked dazed, as if he was trapped in his own world and had not yet come out.
"Still sleepy?"
Looks wilted.
Sheng Ting raised his hand and pinched Ye Zhi's porcelain-white face.
Ye Zhi suddenly came back to his senses, staring at him with wide eyes in surprise and shock.
Sheng Ting thought he was pinching too hard: "Did it hurt?"
"No, no."
Ye Zhi quickly lowered his head and twisted his fingers together under the quilt.
He thought that this kind of intimate little gesture would never happen to Sheng Ting.
I didn’t expect that the cold and aloof boss also has such a cute side.
The little gesture of pinching the face seemed to break the barrier, making Ye Zhi much more natural when facing Sheng Ting.
He moved closer to Sheng Ting: "Mr. Sheng, are you hungry?"
He was just talking for fun.
Sheng Ting turned his head to look at him, "Still want it?"
Ye Zhi was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and his cheeks flushed. "No... I'm not talking about being hungry. I wanted to ask if you wanted a midnight snack."
Sheng Ting withdrew his gaze, his eyes filled with disappointment that he himself didn't even notice.
"Can you make midnight snacks?"
“Some simple ones.”
Ye Zhi lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, only to find that his clothes were all downstairs. Now he was naked.
He shrank back into the quilt, but his eyes fell on the nightgown at the end of the bed.
That was Sheng Ting's nightgown, and he was eager to try it.
Ye Zhi pinched the corner of the quilt with his fingers and said hesitantly: "Mr. Sheng, my clothes are all downstairs. They should... should be dirty. Can I lend you a piece of clothing now?"
In the past, if Sheng Ting got his clothes dirty, he would wash and dry them in the villa’s washing machine before wearing them and leaving.
It’s definitely too late to wash now, but I can’t go out naked either, so I can only borrow clothes.
Sheng Ting's gaze fell on Ye Zhi for a few seconds, interrupting the words "No need to wear it" that were about to come out of his mouth.
He knew that Ye Zhi was shy and probably wouldn't agree.
Sheng Ting changed his words: "Wear whatever you want."
"Thank you, Mr. Sheng."
Ye Zhi leaned forward, revealing a small part of her fair waist from under the quilt.
Sheng Ting's gaze became deeper and hotter, and the image of a small waist twisting gently appeared in his mind.
Before he could think further, Ye Zhi had already put on his clothes. The large bathrobe wrapped around him made him look even slimmer, and the bathrobe straps made a small circle around his waist.
Sheng Ting frowned.
So thin?
It seems that he needs to hold back from now on, as he is afraid of breaking his waist.
Ye Zhi ran to the kitchen downstairs to start cooking a midnight snack. The villa was always stocked with fresh ingredients, not a lot but enough for a midnight snack.
Ye Zhi made two bowls of plain noodles and paired them with two refreshing side dishes.
He was just about to call Sheng Ting for dinner when Sheng Ting had already come down from upstairs.
The black home clothes were not as straight and slim-fitting as a suit, which diluted Sheng Ting's cold aura and made him look much softer.
The first time Ye Zhi saw him wearing home clothes, he suddenly felt that the distance between him and Sheng Ting was shortened.
The loose suit always reminded him of the difference in status between him and Sheng Ting.
Only at this moment did he feel that Sheng Ting was really by his side, waiting to eat the midnight snack he cooked.
Sheng Ting didn't like to talk while eating. It was Ye Zhi's first time eating with him. He couldn't figure out his preferences and didn't dare to speak casually.
The midnight snack was finished in silence.
Sheng Ting put down his chopsticks, pressed a tissue to the corner of his mouth, and said, "I'm auditioning for Director Yang's new drama at nine o'clock this morning on Friday."
Snap!
The chopsticks in Ye Zhi's hand fell on the table.
He lowered his head and quickly picked it up, hiding the emotions in his eyes, and asked calmly, "Mr. Sheng, did Brother Dong tell you about the audition?"
Sheng Ting didn't shy away from the question and said directly, "He's your agent. There's nothing wrong with him connecting with me for resources. If you need any resources in the future, you can tell me directly."
Ye Zhi's throat felt dry and astringent. The noodles he had just eaten kept churning in his stomach, turning into a sour and astringent taste that tormented his stomach.
Ye Zhi tried very hard to control his expression and whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Sheng."
Sheng Ting saw the change in his expression and didn't understand why Ye Zhi looked unhappy.
Is it that this resource is not good enough?
It seems that he should invest more resources in Ye Zhi so that Ye Zhi can be happy.
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