Capítulo 603: Chapter 603: Late at Night, Only a Trace of Warmth Remains
Tang Li said, patiently waiting.
About five minutes passed with no reaction from the curtains or the glass door.
…Could he really have fallen asleep?
Tang Li tiptoed and craned her neck to look inside; she had never disliked how tightly shut the curtains were. She took out her cellphone from the pocket of her pajamas and sent a text message: “[Grinning].”
The recipient, of course, was Mr. Song.
After sending the message, Tang Li waited a bit longer.
But the message sank without a trace.
Bitten by mosquitoes several times, red welts started to appear on her fair legs, not wanting to continue feeding the mosquitoes, she could only head back to her room, turning her head with each step.
She wasn’t stupid, it wasn’t hard to tell that Song Baiyan was deliberately not letting her in.
Was he afraid she would do something to him again?
Tang Li couldn’t help but think, even though she hadn’t done anything yet.
Back in bed, Tang Li couldn’t fall asleep, the spots where she had been bitten by the mosquitoes itched terribly.
She couldn’t resist scratching them.
On her snowy skin, the scratches turned into red marks.
Unable to sleep because of the itchiness, Tang Li slipped into her slippers and went downstairs.
She turned on the wall lamp at the stair corner.
Approaching the kitchen entrance, she heard noise inside.
Tang Li pushed open the slightly ajar door and saw Song Baiyan standing in front of the fridge getting water.
Song Baiyan, having a military background and having trained in the army for years, even if he had entered politics now, his keen senses hadn’t dulled. Song Baiyan was aware of someone coming downstairs before Tang Li got close to the kitchen, recognizing the sound of her footsteps. Thus, without turning around first, he took a bottle of purified water and closed the fridge door before turning around.
The gaze Song Baiyan cast on Tang Li was unusually warm: “Why haven’t you gone to rest?”
“You haven’t rested either,” Tang Li remembered that he hadn’t opened the door for her. She walked up to the countertop and picked up a bottle of soy sauce: “Just now on the balcony, I got bitten by many mosquitoes, I can’t sleep even if I wanted to.”
As she spoke, she turned her head and looked over “resentfully”.
Tang Li remembered what happened earlier in the guest room, her cheeks slightly reddened. After all, it was the first time, and it was interrupted midway, making her feel somewhat at a loss. Official source is ɴovelfire.net
She wondered how he had dealt with it after she left.
Had he been sitting there waiting to cool down?
While thinking this, her gaze drifted downward.
Tang Li’s gaze was naked, and Song Baiyan picked up on her undisguised sneak peek, and even guessed her little thoughts. Girls of her age always seemed to have some strange ideas. His heart was filled with amusement and helplessness: “What are you looking at?”
“…Nothing.” Tang Li quickly withdrew her gaze.
She unscrewed the lid of the soy sauce bottle and poured some into a small dish she had found.
She dipped her finger into the soy sauce, intending to apply it to the mosquito bites.
In the dimly lit kitchen,
Song Baiyan noticed the red welts on her legs, clearly caused by mosquito bites. He set the water bottle on the countertop and took a handful of fine salt from the salt shaker.
Tang Li’s curious gaze followed him.
“Go sit over there,” he nodded toward the little stool in the corner.
As she sat down, Song Baiyan also squatted at her feet.
His large, sturdy hand gently held her right leg, and rough salt covered the swollen and itchy welts. As he rubbed, the itching sensation slowly faded.
Tang Li didn’t fidget, her gaze resting on Song Baiyan.
This home remedy felt dated.
Just like Song Baiyan before her eyes, giving her a sense of something ancient yet reassuring.
Soon after, Tang Li took the initiative to lean forward and embrace him.
Her voice sounded: “You just locked me out earlier.”
Song Baiyan stroked her hair with his large hand, abandoning seduction for a moment of tenderness in the middle of the night: “When was that? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”