Fu Yisi's fingers, distinct at the joints, lightly tapped on the magazine twice, eliciting an expected answer as the corners of his mouth slightly curled. Thereafter...
The man turned his head, his mouth's curvature already flattened, his eyes regaining their usual calm and indifference, and he raised an eyebrow.
There was no fluctuation in his tone, but Ji Sang could hear a hint of displeasure.
After all, he had specifically bought himself a phone, and now he just wanted to borrow it for a moment, yet she reacted this way. It wouldn't feel good in her heart either.
Ji Sang pursed her lips, exited WeChat, and carefully handed over the phone.
The man silently took note of her actions, his gaze falling on her pale, delicate fingers in front of him.
Ji Sang's fingers were also very beautiful, slender and long, with round tips and clean, especially conspicuous and delicate against the backdrop of the large-screen phone.
Fu Yisi turned his head away, not taking it.
He was just teasing her, he really wasn't uncouth enough to intrude on someone's privacy.
But such a reaction in Ji Sang's eyes was a sign of anger.
Could she really be angry about this?
A flicker of surprise crossed Ji Sang's eyes; she always felt that Fu Yisi's persona wasn't supposed to be so narrow-minded, and she hadn't managed to retract her hand in that moment.
The man lifted his head from the magazine once again, looking at her indifferently, eyebrows raised.
"Did you do something guilty again?"
If she still didn't understand that Fu Yisi was teasing her at this moment, then she really was a fool. Angrily retracting her hand, what did he mean by "again"? It was Sister who had started this topic, not her going off on a rant. She hadn't done anything guilty.
Except... this morning, she couldn't resist the urge to touch his jawline.
But he was already awake and had stopped her before she could act.
Could it be... Ji Sang nervously glanced at Fu Yisi a few times. Was he awake during the midnight incident too? Ji Sang frowned, perplexed. If she had to explain why she acted that way at midnight, she couldn't articulate it clearly.
She could only blame the seductive night.
But, based on Fu Yisi's character, if he had really been awake at that time, he would have spoken up.
After pondering for a while, Ji Sang still couldn't figure it out and decided to let it go.
Just assume Fu Yisi didn't know.
Ji Sang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, even if Su Ge kept sending messages, she didn't reply anymore and also turned off notifications and vibration settings.
She needed to eliminate all ways for Fu Yisi to find out, and tomorrow, she would delete the chat history from just now.
After a whole day of meetings, Ji Sang was a bit overwhelmed; the porridge she could call a late-night snack had already been digested, and a strong sense of exhaustion instantly swept through every cell of her body. Lazily yawning, Ji Sang moved slightly towards the bed and lay down.
Fu Yisi glanced at her, and turned off the lights in the room, only leaving a wall lamp on his side.
His gaze returned to the magazine, but suddenly, he couldn't focus.
The woman next door soon fell asleep, her breathing increasingly steady, the faint scent of her body wafting over. Fu Yisi frowned, trying to refocus on the magazine, but the vision of the woman unconsciously sticking out her tongue and licking her lips in the hospital suddenly appeared.
Fu Yisi abruptly closed the magazine, placing it aside carelessly, pinched the space between his eyebrows, and his breathing became slightly heavier.
After a long moment, just as Fu Yisi managed to calm his somewhat disordered heart, a leg suddenly draped over his midsection.
Looking down at Ji Sang who had turned over unknowingly, he could see the lazy relaxation in her eyes under the dim light.
Fu Yisi sighed, turned off the bedside wall lamp, and methodically pulled down the woman's leg, then used his own legs to pin her down, gathering her waist into his arms.
His wife didn't sleep soundly, so he had to do this.
The next day, when Ji Sang woke up, it was already bright outside, and there was no warmth beside the bed. Heart racing, she quickly reached for the phone on the bedside table.
Seven o'clock, fortunately.
She had almost forgotten; she hadn't set the alarm on her new phone yet.
But now, Ji Sang couldn't bother with that, quickly washed up, dressed, and went downstairs, and after seeing the figure in the kitchen, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Fu Yisi hadn't left yet.