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Yun closed her eyes, her nails digging into the flesh on his back. She didn’t cooperate with Jiang Shiyu, nor did he insist; he simply carried her to the bedroom.
They lay on the same bed, with Jiang Shiyu holding her tightly, pressing her hand against his abdomen. I have a better figure than him. She still remembered the news she had seen in Tibet.
Buried in his embrace, Yun wasn’t sure if it was hot or not; her cheeks felt flushed, and she remained silent. Jiang Shiyu spoke to himself, and when he didn’t get a response, he began to tickle her.
Yun felt both angry and amused, reluctantly responding to him. Her hand rested on his chest, and her fingertips brushed against the scar on his right side, causing her to jerk away as if burned.
With her eyes still closed, she leaned her forehead against him while Jiang Shiyu kissed the top of her head. “Hao Hao, talk to me.”
Yun opened her eyes, her voice muffled: “About what?”
After a long pause, he asked from above, “What do you think of Fu Jing?”
She knew this was coming and replied dismissively, “He’s okay.”
“Okay in what way?” He was determined to dig deeper.
Yun casually said, “He looks fine, acts fine—everything’s fine.”
Jiang Shiyu pressed further: “Is that all?”
“Enough already! Are you done?” She began to feel impatient.
After a moment, he said, “As long as you don’t like him.”
Yun teased him deliberately: “I actually like him quite a bit!”
Suddenly, there was silence above her. Yun closed her eyes again, finally able to relax.
Jiang Shiyu rolled over and pinned her down. She instantly opened her eyes and saw his pupils clearly in the darkness, coldly staring back at her. His lips pressed against hers with heat and intensity, a bit hurried. Yun frowned and slapped his chest lightly, landing right on the scar.
She instantly retracted her hand, her heart pricked by something unseen. Jiang Shiyu noticed her reaction and grasped her wrist, pressing her palm firmly against his chest.
A wave of panic surged within Yun Xin as she raised her almond-shaped eyes, her voice trembling, "Let go."
With his other hand cradling her cheek, Jiang Shiyu spoke in a deep, steady tone, "You still like me."
The peculiar texture of the scar against her palm sent a tingling sensation through her, as if the scar itself were a ferocious beast that made her hesitant to touch it.
Yun's eyes suddenly reddened, tears streaming down her face as she stubbornly declared through a quivering voice, "I don't like you."
Jiang Shiyu released his grip in a fluster, raising his hand to wipe away her tears, but Yun pushed his hand away and turned her back to him, wiping them herself. For all these years, she had been the one to dry her own tears; she didn’t need him for that.
Jiang Shiyu fell silent, feelings of regret and guilt swelling within him like bubbles ready to burst. "I'm sorry."
Yun ignored him, drying her tears while keeping her back turned in silence. Understanding that she didn’t want to see him right now, Jiang Shiyu slowly got up and left the bed.
He had just taken two steps in his slippers when the person on the bed suddenly leaped up and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Jiang Shiyu was taken aback, standing still as he looked ahead at a dark spot. He realized it was a white switch.
In that moment of clarity, he understood everything hidden within Yun’s heart.
Yun realized she had lost control and quickly loosened her grip to turn away. But before she could reach the bed, someone yanked her wrist forcefully, causing her to collide into the man's embrace, their breaths mingling in heated proximity.
Yun tried to push him away, but Jiang Shiyu wouldn’t allow it; he held on tightly.
His heart ached intensely as he recognized what she had been hiding all along; he could no longer contain his emotions.
He had previously accepted the fact that Yun didn’t like him; even though he was unwilling, he had let go. Knowing she wasn’t with anyone else made him feel there was still hope, which is why he continued to linger around her—just to feel somewhat significant.
Even if he understood that their physical relationship was merely a way to fulfill biological needs for Yun, he was content with that and didn’t desire anything more.
But now that everything was clear to him, he knew he would never let go again.
Hao Hao.
Deep within, something that had been suppressed erupted. Yun struggled, burying her face in his neck, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. Jiang Shiyu gently kissed away her tears, and with a heavy nasal tone, Yun said, "I need to wipe my nose."
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