100: Chapter 101 Expectation (7) 100: Chapter 101 Expectation (7) Anning raised her head, and due to his fever, Yu Zexiao’s fair complexion had a faint blush, coupled with his face that was even more beautiful than a woman’s—it was just like an exquisitely beautiful landscape painting!
She had been by his side for more than a month, and apart from that absurd night, there was only the day in the cleaning room when they couldn’t help but squeeze together.
Even later, when Yu Zexiao accidentally clicked on that trashy post, setting off a love-action film, the two of them merely held each other loosely.
Not like now, where her entire body had fallen into his embrace, her arm even hooked around his neck!
He was not wearing clothes, and because of the fever, his body temperature was a bit high.
The heat from his skin could even penetrate her clothes and transfer onto her!
The bathroom had a heater on, and in the soft yellow light, the sharply defined curves of his face seemed to soften under the glow, becoming as lustrous and tender as jade.
Sometimes being too handsome as a man isn’t a good thing.
Even though in her heart, Anning clearly had no feelings for Yu Zexiao.
Not only no feelings, but his hot-and-cold attitude and his quick temper, which changed like the wind, gave her a headache.
But it seemed that just seeing his supremely handsome face would unconsciously make her feel better, soothe her mood, and even—make her want to pounce on him and taste him!
In a moment of stunned silence, Anning immediately apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose.”
She knew that this guy had a very hostile attitude toward unnecessary touch.
Fortunately, she was glad to be well aware of this guy’s difficult nature.
Otherwise, if it had been her first time seeing him, she might really have been overwhelmed by his irresistibly handsome appearance!
The bathroom was filled with misty water vapor, seemingly enshrouding the surroundings in a hazy veil.
The house was very quiet; aside from the gentle flow of the water, one could hardly feel the existence of anyone else in the world outside of them.
However, tonight Yu Zexiao clearly wasn’t feeling right.
Seeing her attempt to withdraw the hand that clung to his neck, he didn’t say a word and wrapped his arms around her waist.
His gaze, moist and lazy from being sick, slowly moved to her face.
And then gradually drifted down to her healthy and moist lips.
It was as if, just like in TV dramas, if he kissed her, would he be able to transfer her health to himself?
Yu Zexiao’s brain, infiltrated by the cold virus, and his entire body, caught in the warmth of the bathroom heater and the misty steam, felt as if they had softened.
His strength was ebbing away, with only the heat source in front of him being the most real existence in all the illusions!
Seeing him tighten his grip on her slender waist, it seemed bit by bit, he was drawing her, who was drifting away, back to him.
His eyes, which had appeared somewhat unfocused due to illness, now under the dim light, seemed to strip away all the excessive pride and disdain, making him appear a bit nonchalant—as if one look carried boundless wickedness and teasing sensuality.
He gently extended his pink tongue and slowly licked his dry lips—he was a bit thirsty.
He still remembered the feeling of kissing the corner of her mouth.
Indeed, it was very sweet!