And now, he suddenly switched styles, from his arrogant and conceited demeanor to a close and sinister charm, leaving her somewhat unaccustomed.
In fact, Yu Zexiao’s current behavior could very well be described as the legendary "workplace harassment," right? It was a good thing he was born with such a stunning appearance and usually carried himself with such haughtiness and arrogance; otherwise, Jian Anning might have thrown the milk in her hand right into his face!
She turned her head slightly, and immediately her senses were filled with his masculine scent and the lingering smell of alcohol on him. Had this guy drunk too much? Was he still not sober?
It was because of Yu Zexiao’s infamous bad temper that even when he occasionally took liberties with Jian Anning, he would immediately turn away with a disdainful expression, making her heart flutter at first. Having grown used to it over time, she didn’t feel much resentment anymore. They had been "cohabiting" for several months, and although it was not to say there hadn’t been any minor infringements, there had indeed been no substantial contact. Therefore, when Yu Zexiao now brazenly took advantage and pressed his chest firmly against her back, encircling her slender waist with his long arms, resting his head in the crook of her shoulder...
His breath grazed the back of her neck, hot and stirring against her glistening earlobes. His voice, tinged with the huskiness of weariness, murmured, "I feel uncomfortable."
"Ah? You’re uncomfortable? Where?" Jian Anning thought he must be really drunk to act this way, so she didn’t resist too much. But his body was truly heavy, pressing his full weight onto her, it was incredibly burdensome.
Just thinking about how she had dragged Yu Zexiao down from the watchtower by herself last night made her legs go weak.
"My chest feels stuffy, my head is swelling, my heart is racing! I’m also a bit dizzy and I want to sleep~~" Maybe recognizing his own longing for her, Yu Zexiao’s voice was soft and yielding. Although usually he had an air of superiority, a man has an innate ability to tempt a woman to bed.
However, his intent was to seek "mating," while Jian Anning thought he was genuinely suffering from drunken discomfort. She immediately asked, "Zexiao, are you okay?"
"Don’t believe me, feel for yourself—" he said, and suddenly grabbed her soft hand, guiding it towards his chest.
Her heart leaped when his warm palm grabbed hers. Yu Zexiao’s palm was long and fair, and due to playing the piano, the pads of his fingers had slightly calloused. The subtle roughness of his grip gently grazed the back of her hand, sending a flurry of tiny electric currents through her.
His breath continued to softly caress her ear, hot as an early summer breeze, bringing inexplicably a trace of heated emotion.
Perhaps because Yu Zexiao was behaving so tamely at that moment, she actually let him hold her hand foolishly. She slowly turned her head but didn’t dare to look up at his handsome face. Her gaze stayed on the hand that held hers, following it as it slowly ascended, and finally, coming to rest on his chest.
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