"You need to blow dry your makeup so it doesn't smudge." Si Yiyan moved close to her forehead and blew gently on the makeup on her forehead.
The hot and humid breath made her feel numb and itchy, causing ripples in her heart. The ripples expanded, but her heart kept tightening. She panicked and placed her hands on his chest, ready to push him away.
Unexpectedly, as soon as her hand touched his chest, the scorching temperature burned her hand like chrome iron, and the heat spread through her palm to her whole body. The heartbeat like a drum vibrated her hand, and the ups and downs of his chest immediately drove up her heartbeat, which suddenly became intense.
She was about to withdraw her hand, but Si Yiyan reached out and pressed her hand on his chest. He leaned over and trapped her in the chair. His thin lips suddenly captured her delicate and soft body like a petal.
Unlike the heavy declaration of the last time, this one was instead filled with lingering sadness.
Wen Xinya felt her whole body tremble. In her hazy vision, she was concentrating on his extremely beautiful face. Her chaotic brain exploded all of a sudden. Brilliant and gorgeous fireworks blossomed in her desolate heart. She couldn't help but respond to his kiss.
Feeling her response, his kiss became less eager and more poetic, depicting the shape of her lips, outlining the curve of her tongue, teasing the tender flesh between her teeth, and devouring her softness and tenderness.
And she actually felt very comfortable, with no accelerated heartbeat, no difficulty breathing, no numbness or pain in the lips and tongue, only the softness and lingering beauty that reached the extreme, so beautiful that her soul was intoxicated, and at this moment she felt the wholehearted care and cherishment.
Until he stopped, his face was stained with a light charm, and his eyes, like thick ink and heavy color, were hidden with passion. In her eyes, a fiery joy blossomed little by little: "Xinya, do you like me kissing you like this?"
His voice was hoarse and unusually hot. The coldness had gone away, leaving only a pure spring feeling. His voice was extremely alluring and charming. Wen Xinya's heart was aroused by such a voice. Her whole body felt numb and itchy, and she let out a low "Hmm!"
His eyes suddenly blossomed with thousands of styles and beauty, just like fireworks in the distant sky, bursting into brilliant splendor: "You have to grow up quickly! I also want to taste the joy and love in this world!"
Such vulgar words, coming out of his mouth, actually had a sense of extreme elegance. Wen Xinya felt as if her whole body was on fire, burning and unbearable. This was an instinctive reaction and desire from her body. At this moment, she realized that she, who had always been very disgusted with contact between men and women in her previous life, was cured without any medicine in front of Si Yiyan.
"Wen Xinya, I told you that you belong to me, and I'm not just saying it!" Si Yiyan struck while the iron was hot and whispered in her ear: "I will draw your eyebrows, put on makeup, and tie your hair for you. I will treat you with respect, love you as if you were new, and tie your life together. I can do it all, and I will even do better in the future!"
His eyes were fixed on her. Her tender face was tinged with charm, so beautiful that it took his breath away. When Wan Niang was dressing her up, she looked at herself in the mirror with a distraught look, which hurt his heart.
He knew that there had been a man in her life who had amazed her for years, so he could no longer maintain the previous pace. He wanted to capture her heart quickly, so he tied her hair, drew her eyebrows, and put on makeup for her!
Kissing her was something he had not expected, and when her hot hands pressed against his chest, his hidden burning emotions suddenly erupted and became uncontrollable.
Fortunately, his impulsive behavior did not scare her, and she was not completely indifferent to him!
Wen Xinya's heart was beating dully, and the frequency made her even worry that she actually had a heart disease. She suddenly changed the subject and said, "Didn't you say you would take me somewhere? Then hurry up! I also want to know where that place is."
"Wait!" Si Yiyan turned around and came to the table, holding a red sandalwood carved phoenix box in front of her: "I have a gift for you."
"What is it? Why are you giving me a gift all of a sudden?" Wen Xinya stretched out her hand to take it. Si Yiyan had given her too many things. It seemed that ever since he anonymously gave her five sets of jewelry, it seemed that it was natural for her to accept his gifts, which was not in line with her personality at all.
"Have you forgotten what day it is today?" Si Yiyan said as he gently stroked her hair.
Wen Xinya looked at him in confusion: "What day is today?"
Si Yiyan took out his cell phone and showed her the calendar. Wen Xinya leaned over and saw a pink circle on the calendar with pink heart-shaped bubbles on it. It turned out to be Country Z's Valentine's Day, Chinese Valentine's Day.
"I came back specially to spend Valentine's Day with you." Si Yiyan's voice was a little low, but clear and pleasant, like the music played by the guqin.
Wen Xinya lowered her head in panic and opened the box in her arms, only to see a seven-stringed guqin lying inside. She knew that guqin is all about sympathy and music, and the beautiful love story of giving guqin as a token of love has been passed down through the ages since ancient times.
Si Yiyan is well-versed in history and the present. His every word and action is so romantic and ancient that it is irresistible: "This piano is very beautiful."
Si Yiyan smiled and said, "Take it out and try the tone!"
"Okay!" Wen Xinya wanted to refuse, but as soon as the words came to her lips, they turned into yes. When she found out, she had already taken the piano out of the box and placed it on the table.
She plucked the strings lightly; the sound was long and rich, ancient and mellow, the tone was soft but the meaning was strong. She was actually very interested in it and her fingers could not stop playing. A feeling of tenderness and peace arose in her heart.
Si Yiyan laughed softly and said, "How's the sound of the piano?"
Wen Xinya whispered: "It is transparent, smooth, quiet, round, even, clear, and fragrant... It is a rare good piano."
With every word Wen Xinya said, Si Yiyan's smile deepened, and the look in his eyes was clear yet hard to guess or understand: "It's rare that the zither I made myself caught your eye."
I stayed at Mo's home before, and seeing that she didn't have a suitable zither, I wanted to make one for her.
The best wood for making zithers is Paulownia. Even though Xia Si controlled 70% of the precious wood market in Country Z, he still spent a lot of effort to find a piece of 400-year-old Paulownia wood. During the analysis process, he could not allow the slightest mistake, for fear that if this rare material for making zithers wasted, it would be difficult to find suitable material for making zithers.
Wen Xinya was surprised and asked, "You are actually a zither maker! Is there anything in this world that you can't do?"
Si Yiyan said: "My father once said that if you understand zither, you must make zither. Only zither makers can give zithers the qualities of transparency, smoothness, tranquility, roundness, fluency, uniformity, clarity and fragrance. So I learned the art of making zither from my father."
Don’t people say that zither makers are the models of good character in this world? They are absolutely right. She found that the more she understood Si Yiyan, the more she was attracted to him.