Song Wenzhao raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”
Si Yiheng replied calmly, “Shu Yu has agreed.”
“If possible, I hope you can take things slowly and patiently guide her into her new home. Baby Yu has been hurt in her previous family, so she might not be so willing to accept a new one.”
Song Wenzhao felt that for once, Si Yiheng had spoken like a reasonable person.
“I understand,” Song Wenzhao said.
As Si Yiheng spoke with Song Wenzhao, his eyes were fixed on the surveillance monitor.
On the screen, he saw Shu Yu open the door, holding Little Orange. His heart tightened inexplicably. Without listening to Song Wenzhao’s rambling any longer, he hung up and rushed downstairs.
Was she trying to distract him by asking to see Song Wenzhao, only to run away?
Si Yiheng opened the door and spotted Shu Yu in the yard.
Only then did he realize he might have overreacted.
The sunlight was perfect, casting its glow on Shu Yu’s jet-black hair and her thick, curled eyelashes. She was crouched in the grass, like a little elf—pure and beautiful.
Yet she also seemed like a fragile bubble that would shatter at the slightest touch.
Shu Yu was looking down, watching Little Orange nibble on the grass.
Sensing Si Yiheng’s gaze, she lifted her pale face and asked, puzzled, “Gege, weren’t you just upstairs? Why did you come back down again?”
Her tone was laced with confusion, but her heart was pounding wildly.
Tiedan: [Si Yiheng definitely knows something. He’s keeping an eye on you. He might have even installed a camera in the living room.]
[You left, and he followed right behind you.]
[How can you escape now?]
Shu Yu was also feeling disoriented, now understanding just how tightly Si Yiheng was watching her.
He was definitely monitoring her.
Si Yiheng walked over to Shu Yu. “Why did you come out here?”
Shu Yu stroked Little Orange’s head and said hesitantly, “Little Orange has been shedding a lot lately, so I brought her to the yard to eat some cat grass.”
Si Yiheng stared at her. “Mm.”
Then, as if explaining casually, he added, “I remembered that the little vegetable seedlings you planted needed weeding, so I came down to help. I didn’t expect to find you here too.”
Shu Yu looked at the chives she had planted on a whim long ago—they were now buried under weeds.
She found Si Yiheng’s excuse hard to refute.
He was watching her, and then covering it up with an excuse to stop her from questioning him.
And even if she called him out on it, it probably wouldn’t lead anywhere. She would only lose credibility in his eyes, making him guard against her even more.
Shu Yu patted Little Orange. “Little Orange is done eating. We’ll do the weeding tomorrow.”
“I’ll do it myself tomorrow. Since Song Wenzhao is here, I can ask him to help too.”
She figured giving herself and Song Wenzhao something to do would make meeting him feel less awkward.
Si Yiheng pressed his lips into a thin line, his dark eyes fixed steadily on Shu Yu. “Don’t you want my help anymore?”
Shu Yu was surprised by how pitiful he sounded when he said that.
She bit her soft lower lip. “You can help too.”
Si Yiheng replied, “Mm.”
In the middle of the night, Shu Yu felt her hand being pulled, held—fingers interlaced with hers, tightly gripping.
A sticky, lingering breath pressed repeatedly against the side of her neck, and a familiar cold scent surrounded her.
Shu Yu felt as if she were entwined by a slippery snake, unable to break free.
She opened her eyes.
Meeting Si Yiheng’s gaze, Shu Yu was at a loss for words.
Does he have that much energy?
Si Yiheng was definitely the type with high energy levels.
It was one thing to keep an eye on her during the day, but why wouldn’t he sleep at night either, just watching her?
It wasn’t like she was running away, was she?
What exactly was Si Yiheng rehearsing in advance?
“Gege, aren’t you sleepy?” Shu Yu wiggled her fingers, her voice carrying that soft, just-woken-up drowsiness.
Si Yiheng lifted Shu Yu’s hand, pressed it against his cheek, and nuzzled her palm. His features were sharp, his gaze focused, and his temperament was cool and elegant, yet aloof. “Not sleepy.”
When Si Yiheng made a move like that, it created an intense sense of contrast.
It was a submissive gesture, yet it radiated absolute control.
Like a hunter pretending to be prey.
Shu Yu’s eyes went wide.
How could he be seducing her in the middle of the night like this? How was she supposed to sleep?
(★ω★)
Shu Yu closed her eyes, trying to brush it off and pretend she hadn’t seen. “But I’m a little… sleepy?”
Before she could finish, Si Yiheng sealed her lips with his own. His scorching breath completely swallowed hers, and her hand was still resting on his cheek.
Her palm traced his sculpted features, and she could feel the sharp arc of his brow bone.
“Open your mouth, Little Treasure.”
His cool, clear voice carried a commanding tone that exploded near her ear.
Shu Yu could feel that this kiss was different from before. This time, Si Yiheng was much more forceful.
Not that he hadn’t been forceful in the past.
But before, his intensity had been wrapped in tenderness, so subtle that she barely noticed the dominance.
Their tongues tangled together.
Her eyes glistened with tears as she instinctively tried to pull away, but Si Yiheng kissed her again. “What are you dodging for, Good Girl?”
The air around her was thick with his cold, wild intensity.
The overwhelming feeling of being claimed left Shu Yu feeling both unfamiliar and thrillingly stirred.
“Gege…” Shu Yu’s voice trembled.
Si Yiheng’s cool, tired eyes carried a hint of desire. “Mm.”
“I’m your Gege, Baby Yu. So who is Song Wenzhao?”
Shu Yu’s mind felt sluggish. A flush of rosy pink shimmered at the corners of her eyes, and she looked at Si Yiheng with the confused expression of a lost little kitten. “Also Gege?”
Si Yiheng’s fingers traced from her cheek to her jaw, gently lifting her face. “No.”
“I am Gege.”
“Song Wenzhao is Big Brother.”
“Tomorrow, when we see Song Wenzhao, we’ll call him Big Brother together. Alright?”
Shu Yu was pulled into a deeper wave of longing. Finally, with a sob, she nodded and agreed to call Song Wenzhao “Big Brother.”
When Shu Yu woke up and saw Si Yiheng, she recalled what happened the night before.
It really had gone on for so long.
So long that she must have fallen asleep wrapped around him, her hand tracing his abs.
Shu Yu lay beside him, tracing his brow bone with her finger, then gently touched his eyelashes.
“How can you be afraid?”
Shu Yu had always thought Si Yiheng was invincible and utterly reliable. She never believed he could fear anything, and she once thought her leaving wouldn’t change a thing about his life.
But now, she wasn’t so sure.
“Si Yiheng.”
She leaned carefully toward him and softly pressed her lips to his.
The next second, she was swept into his embrace. Si Yiheng whispered, “Baby Yu, were you just stealing a kiss from me?”
Shu Yu froze.
“You don’t have to steal a kiss. I’m yours. You can kiss me openly, anytime.”
Shu Yu lowered her fluffy head. “It’s not like I really want to kiss.”
Si Yiheng said, “But I want to kiss.”
Shu Yu felt something pressing against her in a strange way, a trace of dampness seeping through, and her back instantly tensed up.
Shu Yu was at a loss. She could tell Si Yiheng didn’t just want to kiss—he wanted…
Shu Yu looked up at him with shimmering, watery eyes, a pitiful gaze fixed on his face. “Si Yiheng, you…”
