Sheng Jianan unconsciously curved his lips; Tang Yanqi was truly captivating, and the more he looked, the more beautiful she seemed.
His gaze moved down her profile, following her slender neck, her fair skin, and suddenly, Sheng Jianan’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, feeling a bit dry in the throat.
As a normal man, Sheng Jianan naturally knew what this feeling was. Originally, stripping Tang Yanqi of her clothes was partly because her clothes were ruined, and partly because he was being mischievous, curious to see what reaction this usually composed woman would have the next morning.
But now, Young Master Sheng felt like he had dug a hole for himself; before he could tease Tang Yanqi, he was already tormenting himself.
To make matters worse, as if unaware, she snuggled closer to his side, blocking Sheng Jianan’s breath in his chest. Damn, this woman is doing it on purpose.
He could clearly feel the reaction in his body. Sheng Jianan’s eyes darkened, and after Tang Yanqi unconsciously snuggled closer again, he reached out to press her shoulder, clenching his teeth: "Tang Yanqi, don’t play with fire."
The person already asleep naturally couldn’t hear what he was saying. Sheng Jianan stared at her fair neck, pursed his lips tight, then lowered his head and bit down.
He controlled the force well, neither too light nor too heavy, so as not to hurt or wake the sleeping person, while successfully leaving a small mark on her neck. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel⟡fire.net
Looking at his mischief, a defiant and unruly smile shone on Sheng Jianan’s handsome face, dazzling yet seemingly a bit childish.
The whole night, Tang Yanqi slept well and deeply; it had been a long, long time since she slept so soundly, while Sheng Jianan didn’t sleep as peacefully. Initially sticking close to the edge of the bed, the whole night she wasn’t snuggling against him, or outright hugging his waist.
Young Master Sheng gritted his teeth countless times yet never took her hand off his body even once.
Having not slept well for a night, Sheng Jianan got up in the morning surprisingly refreshed, and Tang Yanqi on the bed continued to sleep deeply.
After taking a cold shower, Sheng Jianan changed clothes and went downstairs, sat at the dining table, and took out his phone to call Qiao Zi, for he hadn’t forgotten what happened yesterday.
Tang Yanqi tumbling into his arms, and why was she so sleepy and slept so deeply.
Sheng Jianan’s eyes narrowed slightly, two beams of cold light flashed, but his phone rang first, his father’s anxious voice came from the other end: "Jianan, grandpa is critically ill, come to the hospital quickly."
Although Mr. Sheng wasn’t like Mr. Sheng or Sheng Jianan, formidable men, a man’s calmness and steadiness aren’t lacking even in middle age.
Upon hearing his words, Sheng Jianan’s expression changed dramatically, and he dashed out like a gust of wind. Mrs. Zhang carrying breakfast saw only Sheng Jianan disappearing at the door.
Tang Yanqi slept for a long time, almost ten when she completely woke up. Supporting her head as she sat up, looking at the surrounding environment, Tang Yanqi furrowed her brows; how did she get back?
No clear memory, lifting the quilt to get out of bed, Tang Yanqi just then realized she was only wearing undergarments, turning as red as a rotten apple instantly; saying she wasn’t shocked was impossible, saying how shocked she felt wouldn’t be accurate.