Tang Yanqi’s temper flared up inexplicably. He was standing there speaking thoughtlessly, and she shouted at Sheng Jianan without backing down: "I do need money. Bite me if you don’t like it!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Tang Yanqi froze. How could she say something like that? Wasn’t that a tone Qi Cheng would use?
However, Sheng Jianan’s reaction left Tang Yanqi even more flustered. This man actually lowered his head and bit her on the shoulder, on the side that wasn’t injured.
Though his bite wasn’t too hard, it wasn’t soft either, causing Tang Yanqi to feel a slight pain. She instinctively knitted her brows, and a few seconds later, Sheng Jianan withdrew, looking at her with a gloomy expression: "Does it hurt?"
Miss Tang found herself at a loss, what was happening?
Her silence seemed like an admission to Sheng Jianan. His gloomy face relaxed a bit: "Good, pain will teach you a lesson."
After speaking, he pulled the quilt over Tang Yanqi: "Tang Yanqi, while I’m still not angry enough to lose it, hurry up and sleep like a good girl. That way, I won’t hold you accountable for daring to hit me in public. Otherwise, I’ll make you regret it."
Tang Yanqi didn’t know how she ended up lying down; she just felt that this Sheng Jianan was really strange.
Strange enough that she started to doubt if this person was really Sheng Jianan!
If this person was Sheng Jianan, then who was the person who had been playing with her before? Who was the person who commanded her with a tone of disgust and mockery?
Just now, he even tended to her wounds and carefully applied medicine... In the darkness, Tang Yanqi blinked and came to a conclusion — this guy has a split personality, doesn’t he?
As her head hit the pillow, Tang Yanqi closed her eyes, her mind racing. Gradually, sleepiness enveloped her. She was already very tired today, having experienced so much chaos. Now, in a room filled with Sheng Jianan’s presence, she, who always recognized unfamiliar environments, fell into a deep sleep once again.
Some temper is only shown to one person, some words are only said to one person, some abnormality only happens because of one person, and some sense of security only exists because of one person.
Tang Yanqi’s calmness stemmed from years of oppressive growth environment. Rather than being calm, it was more like she didn’t take anything seriously. The rights and wrongs of others had nothing to do with her. But anything she let into her heart could always touch the most sensitive nerve deep within her. That was the softest spot beneath Tang Yanqi’s many layers of armor.
The Tang Yanqi there would cry, make a fuss, act pretentiously, coquettish, with a little girl’s heart...
Upon noticing the person beside him breathing evenly, Sheng Jianan got up and went outside. Beneath his arrogant, domineering, and dismissive exterior was a meticulous mind.
Sheng Jianan had already realized something was off. He was too unlike himself today, or rather unlike the current him. Today, Sheng Jianan seemed to have gone back to when he was fourteen or fifteen, that rebellious and unruly teenager.
Because of Zhou Chengze’s remark, "Are you in love?" he did something so out of character. Sheng Jianan furrowed his brow, walked to the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass of white wine, turned around, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly gazing at the moonlight.
Today, the feeling Tang Yanqi gave him was unfamiliar, very unfamiliar. Growing up, he had never felt this way before.