Yan Hechuan's bedroom was just like the man himself.
Everything was laid bare at a glance.
Stuffy and boring.
"You're not wearing shoes?" Yan Hechuan's brows furrowed slightly as he realized he hadn't heard the sound of slippers on the floor the entire walk back to the room.
"Mhm, you noticed? How clever."
Xia Liuyue curved her lips into a smile, leading him to sit on the edge of the bed in the bedroom.
Her slender, pale legs lifted without ceremony and settled on his knees. "My feet are so cold. Warm them up for me."
Yan Hechuan was taken aback.
Tang Yinyao would never speak like this.
But the next second,
before he could even respond,
Xia Liuyue had already taken the initiative to tuck her feet under his suit belt.
"Yin... Yinyao, what are you doing?" Yan Hechuan felt his brain was about to short-circuit.
"It's warm here. Perfect for warming up."
Xia Liuyue replied with a beaming smile.
Seeing the man before her so flustered made her smile even wider.
It seemed his sex life was quite chaste; Tang Yinyao hadn't touched him.
But it was strange. Why did he resist contact with unfamiliar women, yet showed no resistance to Tang Yinyao?
Could Tang Yinyao really be that captivating?
Yan Hechuan took a deep breath. Unable to see the posture of the person beside him, he could only use his large hands to feel around, trying to move her legs away.
But the moment his skin touched hers, he recoiled as if shocked by electricity.
"Why aren't you wearing pants?"
After all, his fingers had touched the warm skin of her thigh.
Xia Liuyue tilted her head with a faint smile and said,
"Because I'm wearing a skirt. The hem rides up when I sit."
"Hechuan, want to try again?"
As she spoke, she guided his hand back towards the pale skin of her thigh.
Yan Hechuan resisted fiercely. "No, we can't."
"Why not? This is desensitization training for you." Xia Liuyue spoke with absolute conviction, utterly serious.
Her tone was dripping with 'it's for your own good.'
Yan Hechuan felt something was off, but couldn't find a point to refute.
By the time he processed it, his broad palm was resting on a patch of smooth, warm skin.
He had expected to break out in the severe hives he got as a child, but it didn't happen. He was slightly stunned.
Had his acceptance of Tang Yinyao already reached this level?
"How does it feel?" Xia Liuyue's tone rose at the end, carrying a hint of teasing.
Yan Hechuan tried to pull his hand back, but she pressed down hard, immobilizing it.
The small foot perched on his knee mischievously wriggled back and forth.
"Stop moving." He drew in a sharp breath.
A tingling sensation shot up his spine to his head.
"But you seem to be in such distress, Hechuan. I'm only trying to help you."
Xia Liuyue, getting addicted to the game, laughed even more joyfully seeing him like this. With one hand, she pulled his large hand to her waist.
Propping herself up on the bed with her other elbow, she turned over to sit facing him on his lap.
Her warm breath brushed past his ear as she whispered,
"Let's do it."
Yan Hechuan stiffened all over, his speech immediately becoming stammered.
"Yin... Yinyao, don't be impulsive."
Xia Liuyue lifted her head, gently nibbling his earlobe, her tone ambiguous.
"You were the impulsive one first, Hechuan."
"Your mouth says no, but your body is being very honest."
The warm yellow ambient light in the bedroom fell by the bedside. On the bed, the handsome, aloof-looking man appeared flustered and overwhelmed, like a deity being teased.
His face even held a trace of bewildered helplessness.
Yan Hechuan refused again. "We can't."
"Oh."
As soon as the word left his lips, Xia Liuyue leaned in and kissed his slightly parted, pale lips.
At first,
Yan Hechuan sat there stiff as a wooden board, letting her kiss fall.
But as the kiss deepened, his hands involuntarily tightened around her slender waist.
A flicker of desire colored his eyes.
His foggy, unfocused eyes seemed to be searching for an opening in her dress.
Unfortunately, the side zipper's folds were pressed down; he fumbled for a while but found nothing.
Xia Liuyue chuckled and actively guided his hand.
The suggestive atmosphere in the bedroom grew increasingly heated.
Just a few seconds after the two fell back onto the bed, Xia Liuyue's phone rang.
The sound seemed to swiftly bring Yan Hechuan's rationality back. He grabbed her mischievous little hand and re-zipped the dress.
"Your phone."
Xia Liuyue remained lazily sprawled on the bed, not moving. Her fair, rounded foot lifted and nudged his arm.
"I can't get up. Go get it for me, please."
Listen to that. Just listen. Is that even human speech?
She could get it herself but wouldn't, instead asking a blind man to fetch it.
Yan Hechuan's mood remained remarkably stable. He nodded. Perhaps because he couldn't see, his hearing was exceptionally sharp.
He quickly located the phone on the nightstand.
Then, a flicker of doubt crossed his face.
"What's wrong, Hechuan?" Xia Liuyue propped her chin up calmly, watching him without a hint of panic.
"You said you didn't like phones that were too small, that they were uncomfortable for watching videos."
And this phone was definitely smaller than the one Tang Yinyao usually used.
Xia Liuyue replied unhurriedly, "Oh, this is my work phone. It's issued uniformly by the lab. I was in too much of a hurry when I left today and grabbed the wrong one."
Yan Hechuan listened and nodded.
The answer made sense.
He himself had a work phone too.
He handed the phone over. Xia Liuyue didn't take it immediately, first glancing at the caller's name. She couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Yan Hechuan asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is it work?"
Xia Liuyue imitated Tang Yinyao's tone.
"Oh, it's my good buddy, Brother Jiashu."
Even so, the ringtone sounded again and again, but she showed no intention of answering.
Yan Hechuan had also met Du Jiashu a few times at major events, but they had no personal connection. Whenever they crossed paths, they simply nodded.
However, he knew his fiancée was very close with Du Jiashu. In her words, they were 'childhood friends who grew up sharing the same pair of underpants.'
As for how a woman could share underpants with a male friend...
That logic didn't seem quite right no matter how you looked at it.
But don't ask.
If you ask, it's just that a 'tomboy' has her own standards.
Yan Hechuan: "Aren't you going to answer?"
In the past, whenever Du Jiashu called, Tang Yinyao would always pick up immediately or call back right away.
Friends had reminded him before, your fiancée and Du Jiashu are getting too close.
But Yan Hechuan thought it was fine. Wasn't it just normal socializing? Besides, Tang Yinyao had always had a boyish personality.
"I'll answer. I'll take it outside."
Xia Liuyue knew she had already strayed beyond Tang Yinyao's usual behavior patterns. If she hung up on Du Jiashu now, Yan Hechuan would likely become truly suspicious.
And she hadn't even slept with him yet.
But no rush. This was only the first day. There were still twenty-nine left.
Plenty of opportunities.
