Shu Yu: “?”
We’re broken up. That means we shouldn’t be doing this kind of thing, but kissing is okay?
Holding her in his arms and nuzzling her is okay?
Shu Yu didn’t want to placate Si Yiheng anymore. When Si Yiheng was being sly and mischievous, he could really be a bully.
Instinctively, Shu Yu tried to evade. Her hands pushed against Si Yiheng as she tried to slide off him, but he caught her ankle and pulled her back.
Si Yiheng clung to her like a relentless ghost all over again.
“So impatient? Because you don’t like me anymore, so you won’t humor me?”
Shu Yu: “…”
“But, Little Treasure, right here, it says you want me.”
Si Yiheng’s long, well-defined fingers shamelessly pressed against her, his fingertip brushing the most sensitive spot.
Shu Yu was forced into trembling lashes, her body going soft.
Si Yiheng had always been observant. Back when they were together, Shu Yu would often catch him studying her expression when she was lost in the moment.
He would take those cues for his next move.
Especially in the time before she left—he’d already become skilled.
Now, Si Yiheng was putting all that experience to use.
His cool, weary voice sounded almost coaxing. “Want it, Little Treasure?”
“If you want it, kiss Gege again.”
Shu Yu closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his.
Si Yiheng let out a cold laugh. Just as he thought—Shu Yu only wanted his body.
She didn’t want him.
Si Yiheng pulled Shu Yu closer until they were pressed together again. This time, there was nothing between them, skin to skin.
Shu Yu tensed. “Gege, you can’t just… we need protection.”
Si Yiheng’s hand, reaching for the nightstand, paused. “Don’t you trust me?”
Did she think he was so morally corrupt that he’d trap her with a child?
That the only way he could keep her was by becoming the father of her child?
And really—wasn’t that all he was now? A man Shu Yu had cast aside.
Maybe trading on fatherhood was his only shot.
Shu Yu: “…”
Shu Yu: “I do trust you.”
She could feel how sensitive Si Yiheng was right now. It seemed like anything she said would jab at his raw nerves, sending him into a sulk.
She stroked his cheek. “Si Yiheng, that’s not what I meant.”
She didn’t even dare ask if he was being overly sensitive. One wrong word and she feared his emotions might spiral.
Si Yiheng opened the drawer and pulled out what he needed.
He tore the wrapper open.
In the dark, the sharp sound of plastic packaging splitting echoed between them.
Si Yiheng: “Then what did you mean, Baby Yu? Don’t you want a baby with my blood?”
Shu Yu’s cheeks flushed crimson. “That’s not it.”
A baby with Si Yiheng—it would be so beautiful.
They’d raise it together, just like her own parents had raised her.
They’d be happy.
But…
“Gege, I’m still in school. I can’t have a baby. I wouldn’t even know how to take care of it.”
Si Yiheng’s voice dropped low. “I’ll take care of it. I’ll raise it.”
But the truth was, he didn’t really want a baby.
He only wanted Shu Yu.
He only wanted her pity, her mercy.
He didn’t want to win her through a child. Why should Shu Yu love their baby but not him?
Why did she refuse to love only him?
“Don’t worry about it.”
“All I want is you, Baby Yu.”
All he wanted was to keep her, to see her be happy by his side, to have her depend only on him.
He must be sick.
Si Yiheng took her hand. “Baby, help me put it on.”
He’d always done it himself before, so Shu Yu wasn’t very good at it. Her hands fumbled, accidentally brushing against him.
She could’ve sworn she felt him twitch against her palm.
After fumbling, she finally managed.
Si Yiheng: “Baby, what am I now? A shameless man without a proper title?”
He pushed forward, his fingers slipping between hers.
Their interlaced hands pressed prints into the mattress.
“No… no, you’re not.” Shu Yu’s voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.
She tightened her grip on his hand and rubbed her thumb against his palm.
Like a kitten begging for affection.
Wasn’t he, though? Everything he was doing now was what a cheap man would do.
Shu Yu probably only wanted his body. Even before leaving him, she wanted a taste.
She’d even written him a marriage certificate just to have his body.
So now, he would use his body, every technique he’d learned, to tempt her.
To sink her into desire with him, so she wouldn’t run away.
He was acting no better than a tramp.
From the island not far away, the sound of waves never ceased. The tide rose and fell, crashing against the shore.
Sometimes gentle, like fingers gliding over water.
Sometimes urgent, rolling up fine white foam that surged ashore before retreating, leaving damp sand behind.
This rhythm continued until the sun rose.
As dawn broke, the foam on the waves took on a warm orange hue.
Si Yiheng gently cupped Shu Yu’s face, turning her toward the ocean.
“Baby Yu, look—the sun’s coming up.”
Shu Yu’s vision filled with the orange-lit sea beyond the floor-to-ceiling window, her body still tingling from the aftermath.
“We’ve been inside each other all night.”
The day after they reconnected, they’d spent the whole night without any separation.
Shu Yu: “…”
She wanted to cover his mouth.
Crude as it was, it wasn’t wrong—but it was far too vulgar.
Si Yiheng was completely unhinged now.
He kissed her cheek. “Baby, did you like it?”
Shu Yu: “…”
Noticing how red her ears had turned and how she couldn’t meet his eyes, Si Yiheng understood what she thought he meant.
He spoke more slowly. “I meant—did you like it here?”
“We can watch the sunrise here.”
Shu Yu: “Yes.”
“You like it? Then we can do it again by the window while we watch the sunrise.”
Shu Yu: “…”
She pressed her hand against his face, stopping him from leaning in. “No, Si Yiheng.”
Let her be. She’d only wanted a taste—not to be fed until she couldn’t take anymore.
“Get… get out.”
Si Yiheng stared at her pale, soft profile. Just as he’d thought—once it was over, she was already dismissing him.
So cruel.
If he hadn’t brought her here, would she have drugged him and left again while he slept?
Shu Yu felt his gaze on her.
Helpless. Had she upset him again?
She softened, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Gege, I’m tired. Let me rest, okay?”
“Tomorrow. Tomorrow, for sure!”
Si Yiheng’s face still carried the traces of desire, but his expression was cold, making him look both unsatisfied and unapproachable.
Shu Yu: “…”
How could he still be unsatisfied?
Si Yiheng: “Mm.”
Shu Yu let out a sigh of relief. He was easy to deal with when he said “mm.” One “mm” and he usually agreed to everything.
She cradled his face and nuzzled him. “Si Yiheng, you’re the best.”
Si Yiheng: “Mm.”
Shu Yu noted to herself—this “mm” sounded a bit softer than before.
Probably Safe Mode was online now.
Taking advantage of Si Yiheng being normal at the moment, Shu Yu cautiously proposed, "Gege, could you let me say one sentence to Big Brother? I just want to stop him from worrying about me."
Si Yiheng stared at Shu Yu, his gaze heavy, and let out a cold laugh.
"Was it so you could tip off Song Wenzhao that you kissed me?"
