When Song Zhixing heard that he had really thrown it away, she felt so regretful that her intestines turned green. She had been thinking about that necklace for a long time, and it was also a gift from her second uncle for her coming of age. She had only given it back to him to vent her anger. Who knew he would do this
She hung her head, feeling extremely depressed. "Forget it. I'm going back now."
Song Zhixing stood up and was about to leave, feeling exhausted. Tang Yu grabbed her and sat down next to him on the bed. Just as Song Zhixing was about to ask a question, Tang Yu had already lifted her long hair with one hand, and then, she felt a chill on her neck. She reached out to touch it with joy, and when she touched the cherry blossom, her face, which had just been depressed, immediately brightened up, "You didn't throw it away?"
"There won't be a next time. If you give it to me next time, I'll pass it on to another woman."
When Song Zhixing heard the last sentence, the smile on his face disappeared, and he looked at him with clear eyes, "Second Uncle, do you have many women?"
Tang Yu wanted to scold her for being heartless for such a question. For such a long time, his mind was almost entirely on her, so where did the other women come from
"What do you think?" He leaned lazily against the head of the bed, his posture elegant, like a lazy lurking lion.
"I think..." Song Zhixing thought for a moment, "As Chengcheng said, men like you are often seduced by women."
"What kind of man am I?"
Song Zhixing thought of Chen Cheng's words "perfect man" but didn't say it out loud. He just said, "A man like you, who is not only rich but also so handsome, must be very popular among women."
"Really?" Tang Yu was definitely not a boastful person who liked to hear compliments. Moreover, he was described with such cliché and superficial adjectives as "rich" and "handsome". If it was someone else's words, he would hardly be happy. However, when it came from this little thing's mouth, the feeling was completely different. He felt comfortable all over, and that was probably what he meant.
"What about you?" Tang Yu suddenly asked.
"What?"
"Since I'm rich and handsome, do you like me?" Tang Yu asked this question, seemingly casually, but his eyes were fixed on her. His eyes seemed to see deep into her heart. Song Zhixing didn't dare to ask whether she liked him or not, because some questions, once asked, the answer would be obvious. However, such an answer made her afraid and she didn't dare to face it.
She stood up and tried to leave, but Tang Yu hugged her back. Song Zhixing struggled subconsciously, but he grabbed the quilt, wrapped her up, and held her against himself.
"Second Uncle..." She looked at him in panic.
"Let's sleep here tonight." Tang Yu whispered, "If you don't want to answer the question just now, or you don't understand it yourself, I won't force you."
Song Zhixing looked at him, his eyes were like a net, trapping her tightly. The struggling movements gradually stopped. She did not move again, but let him hold her and lean on his chest. Song Zhixing was very conflicted. Slowly, he stretched out his hands from under the quilt, and gently and tentatively hugged Tang Yu. Tang Yu froze for a moment, and his heart was agitated. At this moment, he felt that even if she did not respond to him, he felt that it was enough to feel her dependence.
"Uncle, my aunt likes you very much..." She said softly: "My aunt has collected many magazines with you in them. No, she has all the magazines with you in them. I know she has deep feelings for you. She has liked you for many years."
"That has nothing to do with me." Tang Yu's tone was somewhat ruthless, "She knows my thoughts better than anyone else. She shouldn't have had any expectations of me in the first place."
"But you are engaged..." Song Zhixing raised his head and looked at him.
When Tang Yu mentioned the engagement, his expression became complicated. Song Zhixing asked, "When did you get engaged? Since you don't like her at all, why did you get engaged?"
Tang Yu looked at Song Zhixing's innocent face and felt that some truths were too cruel for her. He just hoped that she would never know.
"When you were young and ignorant, your aunt and I had an engagement. As for why..." Tang Yu paused, "It was decided by their elders. Your aunt and I have never participated in it, nor have we given our approval. Your aunt has been abroad and has not come to Youcheng, so I originally thought that we understood each other tacitly and there was no need to say too much to embarrass each other."
Song Zhixing lay on his chest, her hands moved up and hugged his neck, "My aunt is very outstanding, and she loves you so much. Have you really never considered it? Cheng Cheng said... you two are a perfect match."
When he said the last sentence, Song Zhixing's tone became a little darker.
"I have indeed considered it." Tang Yu replied frankly.
Song Zhixing was stunned.
"Marrying your aunt is indeed a good choice. But, unfortunately, there are other surprises in life." Tang Yu looked at her with a more serious look. He understood the meaning, and so did she.
She was the surprise in his life. He didn't know when he fell hopelessly in love with her. Then, she became the softest part of his heart. He treated her like a small seedling, carefully nurturing her and waiting for her to grow up. Even though he knew she was not good enough, willful and naughty, and even that she didn't love him, love was love, and he was unable to withdraw, nor did he want to withdraw.
His words were like a confession. Song Zhixing's heart was throbbing, and she looked at him absentmindedly, as if she was bewitched by something. She suddenly leaned over and kissed his thin lips.
Tang Yu took a deep breath.
Even though the two of them had kissed many times, and she had taken the initiative sometimes, every time he met her, he would become like a young boy and couldn't control himself.
Song Zhixing was also extremely nervous. He pressed his lips against hers and then backed away.
Her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and she looked at him hazily. Tang Yu tightened his grip on her, and raised the corners of his lips, "That's it?"
"Xingxing, a kiss as light as a dragonfly touching the water, can hardly satisfy me." He looked at her with encouragement in his eyes.
Song Zhixing licked her lower lip nervously, and the next moment, as if to risk everything, he leaned over again and covered her lips with his soft little mouth. This time, Tang Yu did not let her retreat, nor did he let her dance alone, but took the initiative as quickly as possible, holding the back of her head with his big hand, and deepening and intensifying the kiss.
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The room was filled with the man's panting and the woman's moaning. A kiss that created passionate sparks. In the end, Tang Yu let her go and went into the bathroom alone, looking a little embarrassed.
Seeing that he was in extreme pain, Song Zhixing followed him with some worry. When Tang Yu saw her coming in, he drove her away with a gloomy face, "Get out quickly."
“… You look like you’re in pain.”
How could he not feel bad? He had endured it for several years.