Shu Yu’s slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, a glistening watery light in her eyes, Si Yiheng’s scorching breath flushing the tips of her ears and her collarbones red.
Shu Yu: “Mm.”
Once more, again—to leave behind another memory of their skin touching, of holding each other close.
Shu Yu was completely encircled by Si Yiheng on the desk. The glass window reflected their intertwined figures.
Through the window, Shu Yu saw the ivy clinging tightly to the wall, its leaves trembling in the wind; the vine’s suction cups had to grip the railing firmly just to steady itself.
But Shu Yu’s hands were tied by Si Yiheng’s necktie. She couldn’t reach the railing, nor could she push Si Yiheng away.
She had to lean entirely on Si Yiheng. When he lifted her up, she could only rely more on the fulcrum of his body.
Si Yiheng: “Looking at the glass window?”
Shu Yu’s eyes were brimming with tears, teardrops hanging on her lashes, trembling timidly. “No, not looking.”
How could she admit that she was watching the reflection in the window—the intensity and rhythm of Si Yiheng?
Shu Yu would never admit it.
But Si Yiheng cupped Shu Yu’s cheek. “Baby, you should look.”
“You’re beautiful right now. Your eyes are red, like a little rabbit. So obedient.”
“You’re soaked, Sweetie.”
When Shu Yu was moved with desire, she was truly beautiful and adorable, crying nonstop, weeping in a way that made one’s heart tremble.
Shu Yu: “…”
Shu Yu tried to avert her gaze, but Si Yiheng’s palm held her cheek steady as his thumb gently traced it. “This spot is beautiful.”
Si Yiheng’s lips sucked at Shu Yu.
“Baby, look—we’re kissing, and they’re kissing too.”
Si Yiheng: “When we get married, let’s install a mirror in the bridal chamber, all right? Right in front of it.”
Shu Yu: “…”
Where on earth did Si Yiheng learn all these things?
Another night of exhausting upheaval. When Shu Yu woke up, she felt somewhat lifeless.
Right now, she wanted to get up and drug Si Yiheng.
But the moment she turned over, her waist ached with a dull soreness, so she burrowed back into the covers to sleep a little longer—a lazy, indulgent nap.
Iron Egg: (I get it, I get it—a beautiful day starts with sleeping in, then another nap, then a short doze, then a midday sleep, then an afternoon snooze.)
Shu Yu: “…”
Eyes closed, Shu Yu said, “All right, Iron Egg, little mouth, no talking.”
At night,
Shu Yu was heating milk in the kitchen, following the same routine as before, but this time she added the sleeping pills Iron Egg had brought back.
Shu Yu wasn’t sure. “Iron Egg, are you certain this medicine will work?”
Iron Egg: (Definitely effective. Our Department of Recovery’s medicine is top-notch!)
Shu Yu thought about it—last time, Si Yiheng had only taken one sip of the medicine, and his body was burning hot all night. She’d felt like he might melt her completely.
Iron Egg: (It’ll give you enough time to run.)
Even though she was about to escape, Shu Yu dared not pack any belongings, afraid Si Yiheng might suspect something.
As for booking tickets on her phone, she didn’t dare do that either.
If a booking notification suddenly popped up and Si Yiheng saw it, her escape plan would be over.
The only window was when Si Yiheng fell into a deep sleep; then Shu Yu could gather her things and flee.
Shu Yu gripped the cup, resolved, and went to deliver the medicine to Si Yiheng. “Okay.”
Carrying the medicine, Shu Yu entered the study. Si Yiheng was still working. When he saw her come in, he set down his work and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Why did you come downstairs?”
“Aren’t you uncomfortable?”
Shu Yu sat beside Si Yiheng. “I’m not uncomfortable. I heated milk for you.”
“Don’t you really like drinking it?”
Si Yiheng: “…”
Shu Yu pushed the milk closer to him, her round eyes looking at him obediently.
Her eyes were filled with anticipation, as if urging Si Yiheng to drink.
Dalang, hurry and drink the medicine.
Si Yiheng rubbed his thumb against Shu Yu’s cheek. “I do love it, but you don’t have to work so hard, always heating milk for me.”
He wanted to take care of Shu Yu, not have her take care of him.
Shu Yu nodded. “All right, this is the last time.”
“From now on, I won’t work so hard to heat milk for you.”
Si Yiheng: “Mm.”
Si Yiheng finished the milk. It was still just as sweet.
He didn’t know if he’d gotten used to it, but lately, this sweetness no longer felt as hard to bear.
Shu Yu propped her chin on her hand, resting it on the desk, quietly watching Si Yiheng.
“Gege, you need to sleep well, okay?”
Si Yiheng ruffled Shu Yu’s hair, his gaze soft. “I know. With you by my side, I’ve been sleeping very well lately.”
“And you need to eat well too.”
Si Yiheng: “Mm. You also need to eat well.”
Shu Yu grabbed Si Yiheng’s hand, lifting her eyes to meet his, a smile in her gaze. “Si Yiheng, do you want to kiss me?”
Do you want to kiss me again?
Before you learn that I’ve been deceiving you. Before we part.
Kiss me one more time.
Without hesitation, Si Yiheng cupped Shu Yu’s delicate cheeks and kissed her lips tenderly.
The night breeze blew, warm emotions swirling, their kiss lingering and gentle.
Si Yiheng lowered his gaze to watch Shu Yu’s lashes trembling from the kiss, her eyes moist.
She looked like a poor little cat caught in the rain.
He always wanted to kiss Shu Yu, even if she didn’t ask, he still wanted to.
“Little Treasure, don’t cry.”
Shu Yu nodded obediently, but tears disobediently spilled from her eyes. “Mm.”
Shu Yu: “Gege, will you hold me while I sleep?”
Si Yiheng: “Mm.”
In bed, as consciousness grew heavy, Si Yiheng gradually realized something was wrong.
He had never felt this before—so sleepy, unnaturally sleepy.
It was as if someone had struck the back of his head with a dull blow, an uncontrollable urge to close his eyes.
Si Yiheng recalled every detail of his recent time with Shu Yu, and his heart turned cold.
Just as Shu Yu leaned in again to kiss his lips,
Si Yiheng’s eyes snapped open.
He grabbed Shu Yu’s wrist in one firm hold.
“Baby Yu…”
