Xu Qingqiu personally escorted them to the door of the private room on the third floor, said a few words to them, and then left tactfully.
Wen Xinya looked at the nameplate carved from red sandalwood hanging on the door of the private room. On the nameplate was carved the words: LuciferRex9Xia Sishi! Wen Xinya guessed that this nameplate was a special nameplate prepared by the Xu family for Si Yiyan. As for the words on the nameplate, Wen Xinya guessed that the English word "Lucifer" in the front represented the gray power behind him, the "Rex9" in the middle represented the respectful title given to him in the circle, and the "Xia Sishi" at the back represented his identity as the head of the Xia Sishi.
Wen Xinya couldn't help but be amazed, looking at Si Yiyan with a teasing look. This was the first time she truly realized how precious Si Yiyan's status and position were, and how outstanding and powerful his man was.
Si Yiyan naturally understood her gaze and gently kissed her ear.
The room was entered by fingerprint. Si Yiyan left his fingerprint and took Wen Xinya into the private room.
The layout of the private room is very elegant, with a strong sense of personal preference. The huge glazed window, polished as a mirror, allows for a panoramic view of the auction floor downstairs.
As soon as they entered the room, Si Yiyan put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear: "Xin'er!"
"Um?"
"Xin'er."
"Um!"
"Xin'er."
"What is it?"
"Look, I call you Xin'er, and you agree to it. Shouldn't you also change your way of addressing me and call me Si, just like you did when you talked to Xu Qingqiu before?" Si Yiyan's tone was clear and seductive.
Wen Xinya finally realized that Si Yiyan had changed the way he addressed her, and she had just been concentrating on looking at the furnishings in the private room and had not noticed that she had actually responded to his call. Her face slightly blushed and she said, "You should still call me Xinya. This way it will not be strange and I can accept it more easily."
Si Yiyan stretched out his fingers and gently lifted her chin. He bent down and slowly moved his cheek closer to hers, his whole face hovering just above hers. There was a dark tide in his dark eyes: "Look, I've always called you Xinya, but you've always called me by my full name. Isn't this very unfair?"
His breath was hot, slowly spraying on her face, burning her facial skin. Her breath was filled with his refreshing fragrance, which made her heart beat faster. After thinking about it, she felt that what he said made sense: "Then I will call you Yi Yan from now on?"
Si Yiyan lowered his face even lower, with the tip of his nose almost touching hers: "No, call me Si!"
As he approached, Wen Xinya leaned back subconsciously, and she couldn't help but think of the long kiss before. Her body suddenly went limp, and she changed her words in panic, "Okay... Then! Then! Si, can you let me go first? My waist is sore."
Si Yiyan laughed softly: "Call me again!"
Wen Xinya felt a spasm in her waist and was so uncomfortable that she could only say helplessly, "Si!"
"Scream again!"
"Si!" Wen Xinya had completely given up on herself and thought, fighting against the sky, fighting against people is endless fun, but fighting against a treacherous person is just asking for trouble. Anyway, she has called him that several times before, so she doesn't mind calling him that a few more times. It's easy for him to call her that anyway, right!
Si Yiyan's eyebrows seemed to extend beautiful branches and leaves in an instant, and she was extremely happy: "Well, I'll call you that from now on!"
"Okay! You can move aside now!" Wen Xinya's body leaned back and became extremely stiff because she had remained in the same posture for a long time.
"Haha!" Si Yiyan smiled and suddenly leaned towards Wen Xinya. He put his arms around her and held her to his chest, his big hands sliding down her armpits.
"Hehe, haha! Si Yiyan, what are you doing? It's so itchy!" Wen Xinya hid in his arms and laughed, twisting her body and struggling to push him away.
"What did you call me?" Si Yiyan asked in a low voice in her ear, pressing her soft waist lightly with his fingers.
"Haha, I was wrong, Si, Si! Is this okay? Let me go, it's really itchy!" Wen Xinya couldn't help but beat his chest.
Si Yiyan then let go of his hand with satisfaction, but his big hand did not leave her waist. He pinched her slender waist and massaged it gently.
At first, Wen Xinya felt a little itchy and twisted her body to get out of his arms, but gradually a sore and numb feeling spread from her waist to her whole body. The comfortable feeling made her want to moan out loud: "Si... your massage technique is really good, go up a little, yes, here, be gentle..."
Because she was completely relaxed and the comfortable feeling numbed her brain, she had no idea that her voice at this moment was filled with soft whimpers, full of coquettishness and tenderness.
Si Yiyan's dark eyes slowly turned cloudy, and his pupils were red. Red threads entangled his pupils, which looked like glass, like the branches that stretched out along the river bank, swaying in a charming dance. He suddenly reached out and hugged Wen Xinya in his arms, tightly saying, "Xin'er, there are still more than two months..."
"What do you mean there are still more than two months?" The helpless voice, mixed with sighs, suddenly awakened Wen Xinya's reason. The memory just now flooded into her brain. There are still more than two months until her coming-of-age ceremony. This is what Si Yiyan meant. Her face turned red, and she pushed him away, changing the subject in a panic: "When does the auction start?"
"The highlight of the auction will be at midnight, so we have to stay here tonight." Si Yiyan did not continue teasing her and took her to the tea table in front of the glass mirror.
On the tea table were placed tea-making and tea-brewing utensils, as well as a set of Rujiao Tianqing tea sets. Si Yiyan, like his grandfather, liked Rujiao porcelain: "Si Yi... Si, Xu Qingqiu called you Rex just now, is there any special meaning?"
"You can understand that they are calling my English name, or you can understand it as a specific title." Si Yiyan placed the brewed tea in front of her.
"It is indeed so!" Si Yiyan's tea-making skills are comparable to his grandfather's. He can always accurately grasp the various steps and links that affect tea brewing, such as the heat, boiling point, and humidity.
Si Yiyan saw her squinting her eyes and tasting the tea he brewed, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Xin'er, do you know why I brought you here?"
Wen Xinya shook her head: "You are always mysterious, God knows what you are thinking!"
"I want you to participate in my world little by little, and I want you to understand it little by little." Si Yiyan said lightly. These should have been affectionate words, but when they came out of his mouth, they always carried a sense of calmness.
Wen Xinya was shaken all over. The words "participate" and "understand", which carried with them a heavy sense of respect and understanding, made her heart collapse in an instant. She understood the meaning of his words.