Tang Yanqi lowered her head somehow, she couldn’t remember, only felt the warm water streaming through her hair and onto her scalp, followed by Sheng Jianan’s slightly cool fingers weaving through her strands.
Sheng Jianan didn’t actually intend to wash Tang Yanqi’s hair, the earlier remark of disdain was merely for lack of any true disdainful reason.
But as his fingers lightly touched Tang Yanqi’s hair and a slew of shampoo lathered into foam, Young Master Sheng suddenly found himself swept up in playful excitement, eyebrows raised, lips slightly curved, his hands like kneading dough.
Tang Yanqi’s hair hung loose with a nice verticality, yet felt incredibly soft to the touch. Sheng Jianan couldn’t stop rubbing, the smile on his lips deepening without him even realizing.
Fortunately, there was no one else here now, otherwise, if anyone saw his current appearance, comparing it to a shock would be an understatement.
The dignified Crown Prince of the Sheng Family and the resolute CEO of Shengshi Group, known for decisive and rapid action in the business world—now inexplicably resembles a gigantic baby.
From head to toe, every strand of hair seemed to spell out the word ’childish’.
Tang Yanqi, however, did not notice Sheng Jianan’s antics upon her head, her eyes tightly shut, hiding her already reddened eye rims. When was the last time someone washed her hair?
That was when Tang Yanqi was very, very young, at a time she hadn’t developed the ability to wash her own hair, coupled with harsh living conditions, it was always her mother who washed...
Tang Yanqi was immersed in memory, not realizing the foam on her head was enough for a good seven or eight washes.
Sheng Jianan continued to have fun, and Tang Yanqi’s hair wasn’t particularly long, yet Sheng Jianan fussed for nearly an hour before they emerged from the bathroom.
Seeing Tang Yanqi’s reddened eyes, Sheng Jianan furrowed his brow, "Tang Yanqi, I’ve lowered myself to wash your hair and you’re upset?"
Tang Yanqi pressed her lips together, lowering her head. Water slid down her neck from her hair. Her emotions were complex, a long-lost sadness and gratitude surged simultaneously, bitter yet cheerful.
Unable to maintain her usual aloofness, lips tight to contain her feelings, Tang Yanqi softly spoke, "Thank you."
Her voice was gentle, soft, entirely lacking the usual indifference as if nothing mattered. A strange tremor jolted through Sheng Jianan’s heart, as though a feather brushed the most tender part of his chest.
Sheng Jianan was already taller than Tang Yanqi, and now, with her head hanging down, from his angle he could see her damp and tangled hair, her neck shining from moisture, her sharply beautiful collarbone, and then...
Sheng Jianan felt electrified, the earlier soft sensation resurfaced in his mind, and his hand instinctively sensed the absence of something.
As blood surged through him, Sheng Jianan’s thin lips compressed, his mind lightning-quick, next moment, Sheng Jianan had accurately grasped Tang Yanqi’s chin, lifted it, pressed his thin lips down—soft and moist.
Tang Yanqi’s eyes widened; Sheng Jianan’s kiss arrived abruptly, leaving her caught off guard, with no choice but to blankly endure. Sensing someone attempting a deeper invasion, Tang Yanqi instinctively clenched her teeth.
Sheng Jianan did not leave her lips, as his throat moved, a deep, magnetic voice resonated from his throat laden with Sheng Jianan’s allure, directly reaching the depths of her heart.