Song Zhixing didn't disturb him. She ran downstairs, made a cup of hot milk, and then went back in. She was barefoot, stepping on the carpet, and there was no sound. But Tang Yu felt it, looked up, and suddenly saw her, and was slightly stunned for a moment.
She was wearing pajamas, her long hair was a little messy, and she looked a little lazy in the middle of the night. Under the light, her facial features were delicate and her skin was white. But the gauze on her face and neck ruined the picture.
"What are you looking at?" Song Zhixing asked in confusion when she saw that his eyes were fixed on her, but she felt a little helpless when he looked at her.
Tang Yu came back to his senses, his eyes moved slightly and fell on her bare feet, "Why don't you wear shoes at night? It's cold now."
"It's okay, this is a carpet, it's not cold." She felt very comfortable stepping on the soft carpet. She brought the hot milk to his desk, stood in front of the desk, and looked at him from top to bottom, "Where is the ball? I remember it clearly slept with me when I fell asleep."
"I let it sleep in the cage." Tang Yu flipped through the documents and looked up at her again, "Don't take it to sleep in the future. Don't develop such a bad habit."
As expected, he was scolding her again, just like before, nothing had changed. However, he just said "later"...
Does that mean she will live here in the future
Song Zhixing's heart leaped with joy. He sat down opposite him, holding his chin, "Why can't I take it to sleep? It's very well behaved and doesn't do anything rash."
"It will shed its hair in this season. Not only should you not hold it while sleeping, you should also touch it less." Tang Yu said the latter part, his expression becoming more serious.
Song Zhixing chuckled slyly.
He asked, "What are you laughing at?"
She leaned forward slightly and moved closer to him. "Didn't you say you had forgotten that I was sick?"
Tang Yu's expression didn't change at all. After a "hmm", he said naturally, "Didn't your sixth uncle remind me last time?"
"Oh~" Song Zhixing responded, the tail tone was intentionally or unintentionally drawn out, looking at him with a half-smile, clearly showing disbelief. Tang Yu closed the file and looked at her. She folded her hands on the desk, "I touched your suit pocket today. Do you want to guess what I touched?"
Tang Yu didn't say anything.
Song Zhixing smiled and said, "Medicine bottle."
He did not deny it, but just looked at her smiling face with burning eyes. She was so close to him, so close that he could touch her. Such a smile, without a trace of impurities, and without the previous gloom, was like sunshine, shining into his heart.
"You came to me so late just to ask me about this?" Tang Yu spoke, looking at her seriously.
Song Zhixing's heartbeat became faster and faster when he looked at her. For some reason, her face turned red. She stood up and took a step towards him. Tang Yu was still staring at her. She took a deep breath, as if she had just made up her mind, and walked around to stand beside him. She spread her hands towards him and whispered, "I'm here to ask for something."
"What?" He pretended not to understand.
"The cherry blossom necklace, you said you would give it to me." In front of him, she returned to her old self, like a child asking for candy, and stretched her hand closer to him, "Give it back to me."
Tang Yu looked up at her, the dazzling light spilled into his eyes, his gaze became deeper, hinting: "I give you the necklace, what do you give me?"
Song Zhixing's heart beat like a deer because of that look. She bit her lip and said, "... What do you want?"
"What can you give me?" He asked her again.
The night was dark and unusually quiet. Song Zhixing looked at him, and he looked back at her. She felt that the air was so quiet that she could only hear her own heartbeat and his increasingly heavy breathing. Perhaps it was the hazy night outside the window that affected her, and the atmosphere inside the window also became unusually ambiguous.
She felt something in her heart calling, encouraging, or perhaps tempting her. She licked her lips, lowered her head and looked at him, and asked softly, "Then... can I kiss you?"
This was the answer he wanted. But the answer he wanted was definitely not just this. Moreover, she must not know how seductive her voice was in such a tempting night.
Tang Yu's breathing tightened a little, and he adjusted his sitting position. He still looked at her calmly, but his eyes clearly contained encouragement and coaxing, "Give it a try, maybe it will work."
Song Zhixing felt that she must have been bewitched by him. At that moment, she didn't know where she got the courage from. She leaned over and gently kissed his lips. She was too nervous, so nervous that she could hardly breathe, so she paused and wanted to leave. However, she didn't expect Tang Yu to be one step faster than her. His long arms had already clasped her slender waist and held her on his lap to sit. She subconsciously pressed her hands lightly on his shoulders, and because of nervousness, her soft body became stiff.
The two of them were so close that they could even see the moisture in each other's eyes clearly.
"That's it?" Tang Yu's voice was hoarse, his eyes were burning, "Do I look like someone who can be easily dealt with?"
"... You said... maybe it can work." Song Zhixing's heart was about to jump out of his chest due to the burning look in her eyes, and his palms were full of sweat.
Tang Yu lifted her chin with his long finger, "Why don't you show the same attitude as when you begged me to kiss you that day?"
Song Zhixing still remembered that day when he was drunk and shameless, but now that he was mentioned, he felt extremely embarrassed. He refused to admit it and said, "How could I ask you to kiss me? I... I forgot. I must have been drunk."
Tang Yu straightened his face and stared at her solemnly, "When you are sober, are you willing?"
He was extremely serious. Song Zhixing's heart trembled slightly, and suddenly she became extremely pious. No longer timid, no longer shy, under his scorching gaze, she nodded, "I do..."
Tang Yu raised his eyebrows.
Song Zhixing panted lightly, put her arms around his neck, leaned over and took the initiative to kiss his thin lips. At first, Tang Yu did not take the initiative to respond. He was testing her. Testing how far she could go. Testing how determined she was to return to his world this time.
She hadn't kissed a man in three years, and now her kissing skills were surprisingly bad. She held his lips and kissed him, but didn't get any response from him for a long time. She felt a little frustrated and hurt, and looked at him sadly, "Is my kissing skill too bad?"
"It's terrible." His voice was hoarse to the extreme. He inserted his long fingers into her hair, clasped the back of her head, and pulled her close to him again. When their lips were about to touch each other's, he said, "Fortunately, there has been no improvement, otherwise... you'd be dead!"