But if Sheng Jianan were to be rendered speechless by Tang Yanqi, then he wouldn’t be Sheng Jianan.
Sheng Jianan bent down and pinched Tang Yanqi’s chin, a cold sneer on his lips: "Tang Yanqi, are you sleeping on such a small sofa to show me that I’m mistreating you? Heh, nice calculation."
Tang Yanqi frowned and forcefully pulled her chin out of Sheng Jianan’s hand. She had figured it out; Young Master Sheng was a conspiracy theorist with a persecution complex.
She met Sheng Jianan’s gaze without arrogance or submission: "Mr. Sheng is overthinking. I’m just following our agreement not to climb into your bed, and besides, you probably couldn’t handle sleeping here."
Sheng Jianan narrowed his eyes. She really knew how to use his words against him.
Indeed, it was his own words not to let Tang Yanqi climb into his bed. His heart once again surged with displeasure, and Sheng Jianan’s face turned as dark as Bao Gong: "Tang Yanqi, you really know how to care for people, rest assured, my body is better than yours."
The mocking tone was aggressive, but when it hit Miss Tang, it was like hitting a ball of cotton. Tang Yanqi still kept that calm expression and said calmly: "Mr. Sheng misunderstood, I meant the sofa couldn’t handle it."
Young Master Sheng was defeated by Tang Yanqi once more, glaring at Tang Yanqi for several seconds with a gloomy face before turning to stride back to the bed. He had realized that this woman was quite a weirdo, her way of thinking was ridiculously different from ordinary people.
Sheng Jianan didn’t wait for Tang Yanqi to retrieve the blanket he had tossed aside before turning off the bedroom lights. The darkness was so thick you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. Tang Yanqi sighed silently and, relying on her last impression, slowly fumbled around to cover herself with the thin blanket again.
The room was very quiet, except for the occasional sound of Sheng Jianan turning over; there wasn’t a sound to be heard.
In a new place, Tang Yanqi couldn’t sleep, but she didn’t dare move, lying there quietly.
On the big bed, Sheng Jianan inexplicably could not sleep either. He had good sleep quality and rarely suffered from insomnia. Maybe today, it was because the space contained one more person; Sheng Jianan felt a strange sense of restlessness, tossing and turning unable to sleep.
His ears were constantly attuned, seeming to want to hear some movement from Tang Yanqi’s side, but it was always silent over there, without a single sound.
Sheng Jianan felt like there was a breath held in his chest, swelling and nowhere to be released, lingering in his heart.
He didn’t know how long it took before he fell asleep hazily. In a daze, he heard some noise, but sleepiness overcame him, and Sheng Jianan didn’t pay much attention until he heard the sound of the door opening. His dark eyes immediately opened wide.
For less than two seconds of chaos, his deep eyes instantly cleared.
Being in a high position, his vigilance was extremely strong; Tang Yanqi’s careful opening of the door was already as light as possible, but even that slight "click" disturbed Sheng Jianan.
In the pitch black, Sheng Jianan sharply and accurately captured Tang Yanqi’s silhouette, his voice somewhat hoarse: "What are you doing?"
Tang Yanqi stood at the door and spoke softly: "Sorry for waking you, I want to get some water to drink."
There was nothing wrong with her words; being thirsty at night and drinking water didn’t seem out of place. However, Sheng Jianan detected a trace of pain in Tang Yanqi’s voice. Without much thought, Sheng Jianan’s hand had already turned on the room light.