Walking out of the bathroom, the pillow Tang Yanqi had originally placed on the small sofa was back on the big bed, and Sheng Jianan was already lying on his side, the implication was clear.
Tang Yanqi no longer hesitated, she went straight over and lay down by the edge of the bed. This was their wedding room, yet it was her first time lying on it .
Tang Yanqi lay down cautiously, trying to stay as close to the edge as possible to ensure she wouldn’t fall off. The bump on her head wasn’t too serious; after applying some medication, Tang Yanqi felt much better. Typically a light sleeper, she surprisingly fell into a muddled sleep this time.
Light breaths emitted from the tip of Tang Yanqi’s nose, carrying a faint feminine fragrance, as she obediently lay by the bed’s edge. The space between her and Sheng Jianan was wide enough to fit three Tang Yanqis.
After Tang Yanqi fell asleep, Sheng Jianan slightly turned over, and through the dim light of the room, could only see Tang Yanqi’s smooth black hair. Her hair seemed blacker and shinier than that of other women, likely because it hadn’t been exposed to any chemical treatments.
As if possessed, Sheng Jianan reached out his hand, picking up a strand of Tang Yanqi’s hair and began wrapping it around his finger. The more he played, the more interested he became; Sheng Jianan thought he must really be crazy to allow a woman, particularly one he had once loathed so much, like Tang Yanqi, to lie beside him.
Yet somehow, it felt pretty good?
Everyone knew that Sheng Jianan, though infamous for his many female companions, never had a girlfriend. Meaning, his companions were only limited to attending necessary banquets and events with him. He would offer them generous compensation, but never form any sort of relationship.
Thus, since Sheng Jianan could remember, he had never shared a bed with any woman.
Well, not quite, he had, there was that one time.
His fingers intertwined with the strand of hair as Sheng Jianan’s thoughts drifted afar; that was when he was blind, his world comprised of darkness except for a pair of gentle hands and a girl’s natural fragrance.
He remembered one day, she said she was tired, he mentioned wanting to nap too, and they quietly lay together in his then-room, a forbidden zone for others. The sensation back then and now... seemed somehow similar.
Having lost his sight, Sheng Jianan was exceedingly sensitive to sound and touch. He could sense that "she," like Tang Yanqi now, was lying quietly at a distance, her tranquility unchanged, and his breath was also enveloped in a girl’s fragrance.
Suddenly, something flashed through Sheng Jianan’s mind; his hand wrapping Tang Yanqi’s strands paused, a thoughtful gleam passing through his deep eyes.
Reflecting upon his changing attitude towards Tang Yanqi, firstly, it was because she indeed didn’t bring him trouble just as she said on their wedding night. She cooperated perfectly with him in front of the Sheng Family, without ever complaining or displeasing him. Whenever they were away from the Sheng Family, Tang Yanqi almost never sought him out, much less provoked him. Whenever she saw him, her demeanor made it seem as if he were a contagious virus she wanted to avoid, which struck a blow to Sheng Jianan’s always proud self-esteem.
Therefore, he desperately wanted to tear apart Tang Yanqi’s calm façade to see what kind of person she truly was.
Secondly, was it because this woman had some similarities with "her," like the absence of any chemical scent on them, remaining perpetually pure and clean?