Can’t stand this woman being with another man, can’t stand her smiling at another man, feeling so sour inside, utterly displeased, is this... what they call jealousy?
Sheng Jianan quickly shook his head, what a joke, he is Sheng Jianan, the favored son of heaven since childhood, could he be jealous? Absolutely impossible.
His hand unconsciously moved towards Tang Yanqi, his fingertips touching something soft. Turning to look, it was Tang Yanqi’s long hair spread loosely on the pillow. Sheng Jianan moved his fingers slightly, reluctant to leave, and began to cautiously wind Tang Yanqi’s long hair around his fingertips. The person beside him moved slightly, and Sheng Jianan immediately withdrew his hand, as if startled.
Staring at the back of Tang Yanqi’s head, Sheng Jianan suddenly laughed. Growing up, he has always been domineering, a man who calls the shots, with no one daring to defy his wishes. Everyone idolizes him, with his outstanding appearance, extraordinary abilities, and prestigious family background, all these have made Sheng Jianan the object of adoration for thousands.
He was indeed born with a silver spoon, no doubt, but it was also because of him that the golden spoon of Shengshi Group became more stable. He’s never failed to get what he wanted, and there’s never been anything that he’s afraid of.
But now, he actually got startled from secretly touching a woman’s hair, afraid of being discovered by her. This feeling had never occurred in the twenty-plus years of Sheng Jianan’s life, a peculiar sensation.
Zhou Chengze’s previous words involuntarily emerged in his mind, asking if he had moved his heart?
Moved his heart... what does it feel like? Sheng Jianan wasn’t clear, but at least he understood one thing: he didn’t dislike Tang Yanqi that much, and possibly, when this woman appeared within his line of sight, there was an inexplicable delight in his heart.
Seeing this woman aggrieved yet saying nothing displeased him, it made his heart ache. Seeing her laugh joyfully at others displeased him more, it made him angry.
And when they were alone in a space, Sheng Jianan realized he felt a sort of inexplicable calmness and an impulse, as if always wanting to do something to make this woman notice him.
Just like now, he couldn’t bear to wake her from her sweet sleep, yet he was displeased that she just slept on .
The Young Master Sheng sincerely had never been so aggrieved in this life. Turning over, a playful look flashed in Sheng Jianan’s eyes, he closed his eyes and reached out, embracing Tang Yanqi’s waist.
The person beside didn’t move, Sheng Jianan’s lips curved slightly upward, indeed, this felt much better.
In the quiet room, breathing was soft and shallow. After a long while, Tang Yanqi seemed to be startled awake by something pressing down on her. Groggily opening her eyes, she found an extra hand on her waist, her heart tightened, turning to glance at the man behind her, seemingly asleep. Tang Yanqi tried to move a little outward so Sheng Jianan’s hand could slide down freely.
But she was already sleeping on the edge, moving more would cause her to fall off.
Tang Yanqi took a deep breath, cautiously grabbing Sheng Jianan’s wrist, intending to lay his hand flat, but Sheng Jianan suddenly reached out and hugged her entire body over, in an instant, Tang Yanqi found herself nestled in Sheng Jianan’s embrace.
Above her head came two murmurs, the light mumbling of a person in deep sleep. Tang Yanqi opened her mouth and then closed it. Now she felt like a stuffed toy being held by Sheng Jianan. If she didn’t know that Sheng Jianan didn’t like her and wouldn’t want to touch her, otherwise, Tang Yanqi would really suspect that this man was doing it on purpose. Google seaʀᴄh novel fire.net