She let out a soft cry and immediately wrapped her clothes tightly, making it airtight.
"Stop making trouble?" Tang Yu's expression finally looked better.
Song Zhixing was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to hide in. Did his second uncle also see the way he looked just now
"You... you're not much better than me." She felt so embarrassed, she pointed at him sullenly, wanting to drag him down with her, "Look, weren't you also seen naked?"
Tang Yu lowered his eyes, looked at her fingers, and breathed heavier, "Where are you touching?"
Song Zhixing was puzzled. Her clear eyes met his gaze, and she looked towards her fingertips slowly.
It would be fine if I didn't look at it, but once I did, it became even more embarrassing.
My fingers couldn't help but feel weak and numb.
She... She had to poke anywhere else, but she had to poke that deadly pink spot on his chest!
and…
She could even feel that tiny spot getting hotter and harder under her fingertips.
Her fingers also began to feel hot. Her mind was in a mess, and for a moment she even forgot to pull her hand away. She just stared at him awkwardly and stupidly.
"Are you not going to let go?" Tang Yu grabbed her small hand and lowered his voice, "Little girl, don't act like a hooligan in my company. There are cameras everywhere."
His voice was low, and his breath was hot, brushing across her little face ambiguously.
Song Zhixing's heart beat wildly, and he realized that he had been framed by him. He immediately blushed and defended himself: "I didn't act like a hooligan! If there was anyone who acted like a hooligan, it was you who acted like a hooligan. You were the one who did that to me first..."
The words "hug and embrace" almost came out of her mouth. However, before she could finish her words, she was stuck. Meeting his eyes, she kept silent, bit her lip, lowered her eyes, and dared not continue.
This kind of topic is actually really not suitable for them.
No matter how I listen to it, it seems both perverted and embarrassing.
Her sudden silence made Tang Yu frown. At a glance, he saw through the entanglement and embarrassment on her face.
She firmly pulled the hand in his palm back.
His palms felt empty, and his heart seemed to be empty for a moment, and he felt quite uncomfortable.
The little girl obviously couldn't accept it, and even resisted the idea of a relationship between them being anything more than uncle and niece.
"Uncle, are you going to get off work?" Song Zhixing took the schoolbag from his hand and returned to his usual respectful and obedient attitude towards his elders. "I won't go up. I'll wait for you here."
Tang Yu originally had some work to finish, but after glancing at her soaking wet body, he just said in a deep voice: "Go home directly, the car is in the underground garage."
After saying that, he walked into the elevator first. Song Zhixing stood there, staring at his back for a long time, before he followed him reluctantly.
Hmm~
Was she overthinking or being too sensitive? Why did she always feel that something was going wrong between her and her second uncle
When she thought of a certain possibility, she felt genuinely scared.
No! No way! I must be thinking too much!
——
On the way back, Song Zhixing was in a bad mood, with his little head leaning against the car window, keeping a distance from him intentionally or unintentionally.
Tang Yu's face didn't look much better either, so the carriage felt stuffy all the way back.
When Song Zhixing felt he was about to suffocate, the car finally stopped in front of the villa.
She immediately opened the car door and rushed into the rain, not caring that it was still pouring outside. She turned back and said to Tang Yu, "Second Uncle, I'll go in first!"
Tang Yu sat in the car, staring at the fleeing figure with a layer of gloom between his brows.
It seemed that before he could make a move, his little prey had already become alert and started to run away.
But, did she know that Tang Yu had never failed to get what he wanted
—
"Miss, why are you so wet?" As soon as she entered the door, Sister Li rushed out from the kitchen, "You must have a cold."
Song Zhixing was in a mess, and inexplicably afraid to face Tang Yu. He only took off his coat and gave it to Sister Li. Without staying for long, he hurried upstairs, "I'm going to take a shower first."
She filled the tub with hot water and soaked herself in it, trying to relax herself. But her mind suddenly flashed back to his words this morning: "I just like 18-year-olds." She opened her eyes in shock, feeling a chill down her spine.
No matter what her second uncle was thinking, she had to speed up her plans.
When she thought of this, Song Zhixing couldn't stand it any longer. She climbed out of the bathtub, grabbed the towel and wiped her body casually, pulled out her nightgown and put it on, then rushed out of the bathroom.
after a little while…
She stood outside Tang Yu's door holding the black shirt she bought at the mall today, nervously considering what she was going to say.
She raised her hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
A man's voice sounded from inside the door, a bit serious, a bit lazy, and very sexy.
Song Zhixing had no mood to appreciate it at the moment. He swallowed, calmed his mind, and pushed the door open.
Inside the door, Tang Yu was sitting on the sofa. He had just taken a shower and was wearing a black bathrobe. He was wiping his short hair with a towel in one hand and typing away on his notebook with the other. His fingers were well-defined and looked very nice.
He never raised his head, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, busy with the work he had not finished just now.
Song Zhixing put his hands behind his back, stood there, and said nothing.
Tang Yu raised his eyes and glanced at her calmly, then lowered his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"
"… Um."
"Go ahead."
Song Zhixing bit her lip and slowly took out the well-wrapped shirt from behind her.
Tang Yu heard the rustling sound and looked up again. When he saw the shirt, the gloom and coldness on his face were instantly wiped away, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Gift?"
"... Yeah." Song Zhixing nodded stiffly.
Lying was not her strong point, especially in front of a shrewd man like Tang Yu. However, she could only bite the bullet and make up a story.
"Black, I like it very much." He praised with a charming smile on his lips, looking like he was in a good mood, "You have good taste."
Song Zhixing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he liked it. The next moment, he waved his hand and said, "Uncle, don't get me wrong. I didn't choose it."
Tang Yu raised his eyebrows.
He didn't seem to understand what she said.
Song Zhixing continued: "... This is not a gift from me to you either."
Tang Yu's mood was not affected by her words at all. Instead, he nodded to indicate that he understood.
This little girl was stubborn and couldn't bring herself to admit that it was his gift. It was not surprising that she refused to admit it. He just knew that she had this intention and didn't force her to admit it.
Tang Yu reached out and took the shirt. The more he looked at it, the better it looked.
But the next moment, her words made the smile on his face suddenly freeze.