Should he give it to her if she wants it?
Actually, Shu Yu didn’t think Si Yiheng would.
Shu Yu looked at Si Yiheng, her eyelashes fluttering gently, her eyes glistening with moisture under the warm yellow light like two shallow springs, as if she was about to burst into tears and accuse him.
Si Yiheng’s throat tightened again. He realized he couldn’t handle Shu Yu’s tears at all.
When Shu Yu usually cried, he always wanted to comfort her.
But when they kissed and Shu Yu shed tears, he just wanted to kiss her even more.
Si Yiheng wrapped his arm around Shu Yu’s waist and made her sit completely straddling his lap. The hem of her white dress slid up with the movement, revealing her fair skin.
Shu Yu: “?”
“Baby, let me help you.” Si Yiheng kissed Shu Yu’s cheek gently.
Shu Yu’s heart suddenly raced. Could it be that she’d finish the mission today and run away?
Her vision blurred with tears as she looked at the sunflower Si Yiheng had placed on the table. When it had first been brought back, the sunflower was completely closed. Just now, as she revived the flowers, her fingers brushed over the sunflower, making it tremble shyly, as if it was about to bloom fully.
Si Yiheng must have taken the sunflower upstairs and sprayed a bit of water on it.
Now, the sunflower on the table caught a gust of wind from the window, and water droplets rolled off the tubular flower disk again.
Shu Yu stared at the sunflower intently, holding Si Yiheng even tighter. Her mind was fuzzy. She wanted Si Yiheng to look at it too, afraid he might ruin the sunflower.
But at the same time, she didn’t want him to look.
Si Yiheng: “Baby Yu, why aren’t you calling me Gege?”
“Don’t you like it?” Si Yiheng’s cool voice was low and hoarse; his thin lips pressed against her ear, his breath brushing her earlobe, tickling intensely.
Shu Yu’s tears soaked her face, her soft cheeks damp with moisture. “Gege,” she whispered.
Her voice was so light, it seemed like it would be carried away by the wind as soon as she spoke.
Si Yiheng: “Mm, Little Treasure, call me Gege again, call me Si Yiheng.”
Si Yiheng’s ring gently grazed Shu Yu.
“Gege.”
“Si Yiheng.”
Si Yiheng brushed aside Shu Yu’s hair with his fingers and kissed her neck and collarbone, leaving kisses on her fair skin.
“Sweetie, it’s still not enough.”
“Baby, why are you so beautiful even when you cry?”
“Little Treasure, let me look at you properly, okay?”
Shu Yu wanted so badly to hide herself, burying her face in the crook of Si Yiheng’s neck. “Don’t look, Si Yiheng, don’t look at me.”
“Baby, how are you so adorable? Little Treasure, are you my Sweetheart?”
Shu Yu obediently nodded. “Mm.”
Shu Yu failed the mission—again. The next day, she hid in Si Yiheng’s blanket, too embarrassed to come out.
Iron Egg: [No way? You failed again?]
Iron Egg: [Did you seriously just kiss for two hours yesterday?]
It had been closeted in the dark little room for two hours.
Shu Yu: “…”
Iron Egg: [What did you two do?]
Shu Yu blushed from the roots of her ears to her nape, her earlobes red enough to drip blood. She mumbled vaguely, very softly, “Just... rubbing.”
Si Yiheng really knew what he was doing. He seemed to know exactly where the nerves were most sensitive.
Shu Yu felt that even though she’d read countless books, she was no match for Si Yiheng.
Iron Egg coughed lightly. [Well, he sure has a sense of service.]
[By the way, where did he rub?]
Shu Yu: “…”
Iron Egg: [Don’t tell me he rubbed everywhere?]
Shu Yu: “…”
Seeing that Shu Yu wasn’t speaking, Iron Egg understood immediately. Oh wow, not going all the way seemed even more satisfying than actually doing it.
It was like young lovers dating—testing the waters with kisses and hugs, touching and clinging, exploring each other’s different bodies.
Next step would probably be grinding against each other.
Rubbing on Si Yiheng’s lap.
Iron Egg: [Xiaoyu, don’t worry. If it didn’t work this time, we’ll try a few more times, and it’ll happen.]
Shu Yu repeated what Si Yiheng had said yesterday: “I don’t think it’ll work. Si Yiheng said we have to get married first.”
Last night, Si Yiheng had held her and explained again.
“Si Yiheng said that to take responsibility for each other, we can only be together when we’re married, so that way we won’t abandon each other.”
Iron Egg: […]
Iron Egg almost suspected that Si Yiheng knew that once his chastity was lost, Shu Yu would run away immediately.
He guarded his chastity like it was something precious.
What a cunning dog indeed.
He had to use his chastity as bait to keep her hooked.
Iron Egg said rationally: [You can get a divorce even after marriage. Does Si Yiheng really think marriage can trap someone forever?]
Shu Yu blinked. “Maybe there’s a divorce cooling-off period.”
Iron Egg: [Si Yiheng really leaves me speechless.]
[But Xiaoyu, you’re still young right now. You can’t marry Si Yiheng. Even though a marriage certificate could add school credits, you shouldn’t marry Si Yiheng.]
Shu Yu made an OK gesture. “I’m really tempted by the extra credits, but I can’t get engaged with Si Yiheng right now.”
To marry Si Yiheng, at least everything would have to be resolved, and they’d still love each other.
Otherwise, rushing into marriage wouldn’t lead to anything good.
Shu Yu changed her clothes and sat in front of her easel to paint.
Today, she wore a loose off-shoulder top and a pair of baggy shorts—comfortable and snug, yet cute and playful. Her hair was tied into a fluffy bun.
When Si Yiheng came home at noon to cook for Shu Yu, he found her absorbed in painting.
Si Yiheng leaned in to look and saw that Shu Yu was painting a sunflower.
He really wanted to pull out the photo he’d taken yesterday and let her paint it. He hadn’t photographed her, just his own fingertips, wet with water.
It looked delicious.
But then he thought that if Shu Yu knew he’d taken a picture, she’d think he was a pervert.
He’d have to hide that photo away securely.
Si Yiheng: “Baby.”
Shu Yu was painting and didn’t look at Si Yiheng, but when she heard him call, she obediently replied, “Mm.”
Si Yiheng bent down and wrapped his arms around her. “Little Treasure, how would you rate my service from yesterday? Was there anything I could improve?”
He couldn’t go all the way yet, but he could listen to Shu Yu’s feedback and perfect what they could do now.
Shu Yu: “…”
Did Si Yiheng really need to study this kind of thing so intently? It wasn’t like he was conducting an experiment.
Shu Yu mumbled, “Perfect score.”
Si Yiheng’s eyes softened, his clear voice slowing down. “Looks like my Sweetie was very satisfied with my service yesterday. I’ll keep improving.”
Just hearing Si Yiheng’s voice, Shu Yu could tell he was in a good mood.
Like a big-tailed wolf wagging its tail.
Shu Yu suspected that if Si Yiheng had a tail, he’d hook it around her waist, teasing her with the tip to chase after it.
And when she caught it, he’d say she was a little cat obsessed with pleasure.
Shu Yu kept her fair little face straight, pretending she wouldn’t overthink Si Yiheng’s words. “Mm.”
Seeing that Shu Yu’s earlobes had already turned deep red, Si Yiheng stopped teasing her. “I’ll go cook.”
Shu Yu continued to keep her face straight. “Mm, go ahead.”
The moment Si Yiheng turned and left, Shu Yu froze, her head drooping. Oh heavens, could she really outplay Si Yiheng?
For the next few days, Shu Yu dared not provoke Si Yiheng much.
Luckily, aside from coming home to cook, Si Yiheng was busy every day. Occasionally, when Shu Yu woke up in the middle of the night, she could still hear him on the phone.
That evening, after dinner, Shu Yu scrolled through her phone beside Si Yiheng, waiting for him to finish eating.
Ye Ning's message suddenly popped up.
Golden Corn: Baby Yu, let me tell you, Si Yiheng's dad got into a car accident. He's still in emergency right now, and we don't know if they can save him.
Shu Yu glanced up at Si Yiheng, who was still eating quietly.
Even Ye Ning knew the news, so Si Yiheng must have known too, right?
But Si Yiheng looked very calm.
Si Yiheng remained calm afterward as well. After tidying up, he got ready to go out. Shu Yu walked over to Si Yiheng with some concern and said, "Gege, do you want me to come with you?"
Si Yiheng gently ruffled Shu Yu's hair. "No need. Don't worry, I'm fine."
Before leaving, Si Yiheng said softly to Shu Yu again, "Little Treasure, don't worry. No one will ever bully you again."
