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Jiang Shiyu rolled up his sleeves and remained silent while Yun Li changed her shoes and headed for the shower. By the time she finished bathing, Jiang Shiyu had already eaten and was washing the dishes in the kitchen.
Yun Li dried her hair while sipping a drink, sitting cross-legged on the couch. When Jiang Shiyu emerged, he found her on the sofa, head down, engrossed in her phone. He took a seat across from her, his gaze lingering on her.
Noticing his stare, Yun Li looked up and said tersely, "Are you done?"
To her surprise, Jiang Shiyu obediently got up. Yun Li thought he was acting strangely today, silent as if possessed by something. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but she quickly dismissed it and went back to drying her hair.
After finishing, she glanced at her phone; it was nearly eight o'clock. Still early, she decided to watch a drama. Next month would be hectic with performances, recordings, and competitions all lined up for June.
The doorbell rang, and Yun Li's intuition told her it was Jiang Shiyu. She pulled out her phone and messaged him: [?]
[Open the door] came his straightforward reply.
Yun Li sent another question mark back, keeping it even shorter: [?]
[Don't make me climb over the balcony.]
The message made her jump up, muttering to herself, "Is he crazy?"
[Hehe, waiting for you.]
She didn’t believe Jiang Shiyu would actually dare to jump over. She hadn’t paid much attention to the distance between their apartments, but it was definitely not close; they were on the tenth floor—who would joke with their life like that? But then she remembered he wasn’t someone who made idle threats.
Just as she pondered this for a few seconds, a noise came from the balcony. Her nerves tightened as she set the board aside and stood up. The balcony door swung open, revealing Jiang Shiyu slowly stepping inside wearing a bathrobe.
Her hair was half-dry, still looking freshly washed.
Yun Li opened her mouth, startled, her heart skipping a beat. "Are you out of your mind? This is the tenth floor! If you fall off my balcony, I won't be able to wash my hands of it."
Her voice trembled, and her face paled slightly. Jiang Shiyu said nothing as he quickly stepped forward, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close, kissing her lips.
Yun Li tried to dodge, but he reached out, gripping her chin firmly and holding her in place. She found herself unable to move, forced to retreat until he pressed her down onto the sofa.
With her arms bent and propped on the back of the sofa, the television restarted, and the actors' dialogue filled the room. The warmth of his lips brushed against her neck, and Yun Li gasped for breath, feeling flustered. "Get off me; I'm not in the mood today."
Jiang Shiyu's voice was low and laced with both warmth and chill. "So you have the mood to have dinner with Fu Jing?"
Yun Li understood; she was furious about Fu Jing. "How can having dinner be compared to this? Get off me!"
Jiang Shiyu pressed her down completely on the sofa, his hand sliding under the hem of her nightgown. The cool touch made Yun Li shiver. "You jerk."
He paused his movements, his deep gaze locked onto hers. "This is what you wanted; I'm just following your lead."
He tightened his grip, causing Yun Li to squint as she clutched at his collar. "I don't want to do this today."
"You go out for dinner with Fu Jing, but you don't want me?"
Yun Li shot back, "You treat me differently." His cold voice carried an accusatory tone.
He had no right to restrain her or feel jealous; all he could do was seek a sense of presence here.
Yun Li now realized how unreasonable he was being. "What's wrong with having dinner with a friend? Can't you be a little more rational and mature?"
His movements halted at her words; darkness clouded his eyes as he swallowed hard.
After a long pause, he finally uttered a single word: "No."
He could never ignore her, pretending to be deaf and mute while watching her spend time alone with another man. The bright smile that once belonged solely to him now graced the face of someone else.
He knew he had no right to say anything, yet he couldn't help himself.
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