Xiang Yuan first burst out laughing, walked up and put an arm around Shi Nian’s shoulder, looking at Tang Yanqing: "Oh, I forgot to remind you, beneath your sister-in-law’s calm exterior, she’s a little wildcat. So be sure not to offend her."
Tang Yanqing still leaned lazily against the doorframe and snorted, "Why bother asking me which one to buy? With my capability, neither is enough."
After saying this, she walked over to wash the wine glass herself, without even glancing at Shi Nian, and then lifted her feet to go up the stairs.
Shi Nian choked on his breath.
Xiang Yuan chuckled, trying to change the topic: "Not bad, the young master finally learned to wash the wine glass himself."
Shi Nian couldn’t help but turn his head to look at the clean wine glass.
Dad once taught her, in unfamiliar environments or when facing strangers, always be careful to protect any personal information. Like fingerprints, like DNA.
Mom once laughed at Dad, saying that was Dad’s professional habit acting up. Dad could only smile and say that any good police officer would surely have such a professional habit.
Shi Nian entered the bedroom, and Xiang Yuan followed inside.
Shi Nian was taken aback, then picked up a pillow and headed toward the door: "I’ll go sleep in the nursery room." Find the newest release on novel⦿fire.net
Xiang Yuan pulled Shi Nian back with one stroke, holding her in his arms: "Shi Nian... I don’t want to break our separation agreement, but now that Yanqing is here, he mustn’t find out we’ve separated. Just let me stay tonight, okay?"
"No." Shi Nian struggled to break free: "You’re a lawyer, you understand more than I do. If we share a bed, the separation agreement becomes a piece of waste paper."
Xiang Yuan sighed with frustration: "Shi Nian, are you really so heartless?"
Shi Nian decisively pushed the door open and left: "Goodnight."
So much happened today, and Shi Nian was really exhausted, but lying in Xiang Yuan’s bedding, surrounded by his scent, she simply couldn’t fall asleep.
She didn’t even know what was wrong with her. She used to feel his scent gave her peace of mind, she’d always press his clothes to her nose when doing laundry... She couldn’t say when it started, but now she couldn’t even bear his scent.
Shi Nian thought of getting up to change the sheets, but they were in the bedroom cabinet, and she was afraid of disturbing Tang Yanqing by making a fuss. In the end, she decided to forgo sleep, quietly went out the door and downstairs to pour herself a glass of water in the kitchen.
The lights were off on the first floor, only the filtered light from outside came through the window. Shi Nian was so familiar with her home’s layout, she could walk straight to the fridge even with her eyes closed. Yet, three steps away from the fridge, she felt her heart jump.
In the darkness, there was a massive sense of presence, like an invisible beast crouching in the dark.
"Bang," Shi Nian opened the refrigerator door forcefully, and the light from inside immediately illuminated the surroundings.
Beside the fridge, a tall, slender figure stood silently, not even a breath sounded.
"Mr. Tang, why didn’t you make a sound? You scared me to death." Shi Nian cautiously hid her fear, not wanting him to see through her.
He gave a soft hum: "Your intuition in the darkness is quite good. I had already lowered my presence to the minimum, yet you still detected me."
Shi Nian poured some milk: "Deliberately holding your breath, slowing your heartbeat? For the sake of investigation?"
"Of course." He, however, reached out and snatched the milk from Shi Nian’s hand: "Sometimes when facing off closely with an opponent in the dark, whoever’s presence is weaker holds the advantage."
Shi Nian awkwardly stared at the glass of milk: "Mr. Tang, if you want to drink milk too, I can pour another cup for you."
He snorted and placed the milk into the microwave, skillfully setting the time: "Don’t drink cold milk at night. If you’re too lazy to heat it in the microwave, at least take it out of the fridge to room temperature before drinking, don’t just drink it directly cold."
"Ding," as soon as he finished speaking, the microwave timer went off just right.
He reached out gracefully, took the cup of milk out, and handed it to her.