âBut, there are only three rooms in this villa, one for my dad, one for my mom, one for me, there are no other rooms, where are you going to stay?â Ye Xingguang asked a question she already knew the answer to.
Upon hearing this, Ye Junqing put aside the magazine, looked up and glanced at her: âCanât I share a room with you now?â
On Qixi Night, he had already posted photos on Weibo, proclaiming to the world that she was his woman, and yet they should still sleep separately?
Ye Xingguangâs heart skipped a beat.
His tone was so brazen, wasnât it?
She suddenly felt a bit nervous.
Ye Junqing noticed her apprehension, but he was uncompromising, stretching out his long arm to pull her onto his lap.
Ye Xingguangâs face instantly turned red. She tried to get up, but Ye Junqing wouldnât allow it, keeping her firmly within his embrace.
He didnât do anything else, just reached out and playfully stroked her little nose with the ends of her hair, his eyes burning with intensity: âWhatâs the matter, is there a problem? Youâre already the woman in my Weibo selfie, do you think I will continue to restrain myself?â
She felt her heart quiver as her hair brushed against it. Hearing her parents talking in their room, she whispered shyly: âDonât be silly, my parents are here. Youâd better go home and sleep.â
âI donât want to stay alone in an empty room. Itâs too cold.â
The manâs voice sounded both imperious and pitiful.
Ye Xingguang: ââ¦â
âCold? The highest temperature today was thirty-eight degrees. We could cook an egg on the sidewalk.â
This man, even his excuses were so perfunctory.
How could he not be cold? His heart, which had been frozen for so many years, had only recently begun to warm up a bit because of her, but now the outside world was saying that he was being cuckolded, and he had so many brothers at home urging him to prioritize the presidential election, warning him earnestly.
Now, he not only feels cold-hearted, but also annoyed.
Ye Junqing revealed a tired expression: âWhy hasnât my old illness relapsed? That way, Iâd have a young lady fussing over me, and willing to be my pillow at night. Itâs hard to be a man, getting sick when I shouldnât be, and not getting sick when I should, even to the point of wishing it would just end me.â
ââ¦â
Ye Xingguang covered his mouth: âStop talking nonsense. Who would wish for their illness to return?â
Thinking about his illness, thinking about her fatherâs illness, Ye Xingguang was in a foul mood. She would love to find the heir of the bloodline right now, kill him, and see if he would give her a cure.
Feeling the young ladyâs concern, Ye Junqing relaxed physically and mentally. Leaning lazily back against the sofa, he offered another comment: âAnd I have a young lady forcing me to take medicine. After taking the medicine, it might spark some love.â
Ye Xingguangâs face turned so red it might just start bleeding. She was both embarrassed and irritated: âShut up, please. I still have a life to live.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âDid I say I would devour you if I slept with you?â Ye Junqing pointed out the loophole in her sentence, leisurely teasing her.
The tall man, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other playing with the ends of her hair, a low magnetic voice that was infuriatingly arrogant: âSo, youâre actually pretty excited about it, arenât you?â
Ye Xingguang: â!!!â
She really wanted to kill this man. Who was excited?
Unable to out-talk Ye Junqing, Ye Xingguang was so angry that she pushed him hard, saying as she did so, âLet me go, Iâm going to take a shower.â
Reading the panic in her eyes, Ye Junqing smirked: âYouâre in such a hurry to take a shower? Donât worry, Iâm not in a rush.â