The pleasant tis always pass too quickly. After finishing the barbecue skewers, the two finally went their separate ways. When she returned to the Half Mountain Villa, Leng Yixiu was in the living room, watching financial news.
Upon hearing footsteps, the man turned to look at her. The mont his gaze landed on the shopping bag, his cold, handso face softened slightly.
"You’re back?"
"Mm."
Lin Yixun walked forward, handing the items from the shopping bag to Leng Yixiu. "Here, the wallet you wanted. I didn’t know what brand you like, so if you don’t like this one, you don’t have to use it."
"Who said I don’t like it?"
The man reached out to take the shopping bag, took out the wallet, and smiled while taking an old cal-colored wallet from the sofa pouch. He then handed both wallets to Lin Yixun.
When Lin Yixun saw the cal-colored wallet, she felt it looked familiar, and then she rembered the one she bought for Leng Yixiu five years ago.
The sa logo, the sa style. Was the wallet before her the one she bought five years ago?
"Transfer the things from the old wallet to the new one for ."
Lin Yixun snapped back to reality and couldn’t help but retort, "Can’t you switch them yourself? Don’t you have hands?"
The man raised an eyebrow with interest, shifted his position, sat next to her, and casually draped an arm over her shoulder. With a smile in his eyes, he said, "We’ve only been apart for a few hours, and you’ve beco more insolent. I do have hands and feet, but I just want you to do it for ."
As Lin Yixun tried to get up, her waist was suddenly tightened. She found herself face to face with him, and he was staring at her with such tender eyes it could lt anyone. He had an irresistible smile on his face.
Lin Yixun stiffened and turned her face away, muttering, "Can’t Cheng Ying do it for you?"
ntioning Cheng Ying instantly changed the atmosphere in the living room. The man’s smile froze on his lips, and after a long silence, his deep voice resonated in the room, "Lin Yixun, you sure know how to spoil the mood."
His voice carried a hint of loneliness and helplessness.
In the end, he didn’t insist. He let go of her, took both the old and new wallets, and walked upstairs.
When Lin Yixun went upstairs, the man had already washed up and was lying on the bed reading a book. Lin Yixun quietly washed up, tiptoed to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down gently, trying not to disturb the man on the bed.
She occupied very little space, almost clinging to the edge of the bed. Leng Yixiu glanced sideways at Lin Yixun’s thin back, furrowed his sword-like brows, and moved slightly towards her.
What annoyed him was that as soon as he moved, Lin Yixun, as if having eyes on her back, shifted closer to the edge. Seeing this, Leng Yixiu didn’t know whether to be angry or amused.
With a swift motion of his long arm, he effortlessly pulled Lin Yixun into his embrace. Seeing her trying to struggle, he turned over and pinned her beneath him.
"Leng Yixiu, get off!"
"What if I don’t, what can you do?" The man’s warm breath brushed against Lin Yixun’s face.
"I... I’m tired! I want to sleep!" Lin Yixun pushed him hard.
The man looked at her deeply, smiled, and said, "It’s not that you’re tired, you’re just afraid I’ll do sothing to you, right?"
"I’m already in your hands, so what’s the point of worrying? If you really have the intention, you can have this body!"
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