Gentleman scoundrel.
Half-asleep, Ye Yansheng felt very cold, as if he had fallen into an icy lake, shivering all over.
Suddenly, he saw a piece of driftwood floating toward his blurred vision. He gathered his last strength to swim over and grab it. The driftwood carried him away from the drowning and the cold, and he surfaced. Gradually, he could feel the warmth of the sun, and warmth seeped from the soles of his feet through his entire body.
For a moment, he craved this sudden warmth, no longer afraid of the cold. The pure, blazing heat calmed the suffocation of drowning. He climbed onto the warmth, then floated alone on the sea, finally falling into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, he felt a weight pressing on him, warm. He had had a fever, and he could feel his body sticky. The fever had completely subsided, and he gradually recalled the dream he had had in the middle of the night.
His body took a moment longer than his mind to come to. He felt an itchy sensation on his chest. Looking down, what came into view was a dark, round head. Black hair tangled around him, covering his upper body. His sleepiness vanished instantly.
Song Guanyu had somehow wrapped herself around him, in the same sleeping position as the night they first got their marriage certificate. He knew she was restless when sleeping.
The blanket covered her round shoulders, revealing a faint pale glaze of skin. The red mark on her shoulder bone, which had almost faded, had been deepened again last night after she came out of the shower, and now it sat ambiguously on her body.
Under the blanket, their skin touched without a stitch of clothing. Their hearts beat against each other, each beat like a brief kiss.
This moment was a complete test of Ye Yansheng's self-control. He clearly remembered that before falling asleep last night, Song Guanyu was wearing a bathrobe, but now waking up, the two of them were in this position, and her bathrobe had vanished.
He moved carefully, gently raising his hand. His palm was damp from last night's sweat. He pinched the corner of the blanket and pulled it up a bit to cover her exposed shoulder. He wanted to use the blanket to wrap her up and lay her flat on the pillow beside her. Song Guanyu's brows furrowed slightly, as if sensing his movement.
She mumbled, "Dr. Ye, if you hold me, your fever will go away. Not cold anymore, not cold." She wasn't awake yet, but her concern came first.
The man's hand froze in midair.
Ye Yansheng's pupils constricted sharply.
So the warmth in his dream was Song Guanyu. The driftwood was her, the temperature was also her. She had taken off her bathrobe and held him, trying to use her own body temperature to envelop his coldness and drive it away.
This was a very clumsy way to reduce a fever, and only Song Guanyu would do such a thing.
A wave of heat surged through him. Being liked by Song Guanyu, he thought maybe he had done many good deeds in his past life.
Only to meet her in this life.
His hand slowly rested on her back, not daring to press too hard for fear of waking her.
He looked up at the weather outside the window. Sunlight floated into the clear sky, dazzling and beautiful like an oil painting. Orange and red interwoven formed a fire cloud, but Ye Yansheng felt that none of it compared to the colors she brought him.
Little Radish Head always refreshed his perception of her. Every time, it felt like drawing a blind box. The blind box didn't always contain rare and limited collector's items, but Ye Yansheng hit the jackpot every time.
He had obtained the one and only Song Guanyu in the world.
Song Guanyu was very quiet now, a small person lying on his chest, sleeping with her face pillowed to the side. Her thick, curly long lashes lay peacefully on her chubby cheeks. She really was well-behaved.
She rose and fell with his breathing, moving up and down. The flesh on her cheeks was slightly squeezed, and her too-red lips were slightly parted, letting Ye Yansheng see a hint of pink inside. Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but recall that part of his body had been accepted by this mouth last night.
Her lips were plump and soft, very small.
His gaze suddenly became ambiguous, and Ye Yansheng began to be puzzled.
He thought more seriously than any academic research he had ever done.
Curiously, he poked her lips gently with his fingertip, a smile spreading across his eyes and brows.
How did this... He was afraid of hurting her, even though the process was wonderful, it made Ye Yansheng feel like he was stuck, unable to go up or down, extremely uncomfortable.
He had said then she didn't need to do these things, but Song Guanyu had a competitive spirit, and in the end, she won. She showed him that she was a genius... A genius learns things very quickly.
He still remembered her tone at that time, with the feeling of having to get first place.
Ye Yansheng had winced in pain at that moment, but fortunately, she was a genius... Indeed, she had talent, and she was especially humble and eager to learn.
Now lying in bed, he closed his eyes, pressing down the restlessness in his abdomen. He couldn't think about it anymore.
The breath from Song Guanyu's mouth sprinkled on his skin, tickling.
Her boldness last night still left him rattled. The restlessness directly turned into fighting spirit.
He sighed inwardly.
He never thought that at thirty-two, he would meet a girl who made him feel this way.
For a moment, he felt that he was perverted, maybe even lustful...
Perhaps, as a friend said, a gentleman scoundrel.
Although this scene made him not want to leave her, the upcoming meeting was about to start, so he had to go. He steeled himself and carefully treated Song Guanyu like a fragile item, gently lifting and placing her.
As soon as he gently placed her head on the white pillow, she immediately opened her eyes, directly meeting his gaze.
Ye Yansheng blinked.
Song Guanyu blinked too.
Her eyes were particularly beautiful. Perhaps from the first moment he met her, she had already lived in his eyes.
Also in the gentle singing and the rich aroma of coffee.
At the entrance, he asked her: Miss Song, what do you think of me?
Little Radish Head, in a daze, actually said, "I do."
The two stared at each other, only their breaths audible. Neither spoke for a moment. Strangely, both of their faces gradually flushed.
It was Ye Yansheng who came to his senses first and coughed lightly.
The moment Song Guanyu opened her eyes and saw him, she remembered something and reached out. Ye Yansheng proactively leaned his forehead toward her, not waiting for her to ask further.