SY - 60

Jiang Yanzhou was stunned, the soft sensation on his body both unfamiliar and familiar.

Song Zhi was terrified of geckos, spiders, and similar creatures; her entire rationality was shattered into pieces.

At this moment, she was desperately seeking a sense of security from Jiang Yanzhou.

“Wuwuwuwuwu, hurry up and get it out!”

She was trembling all over with fright.

Jiang Yanzhou held her and comforted her for a while.

She kept hugging him, and he was reluctant to leave her touch. So he simply held her, covering her eyes with one hand to prevent her from seeing, and with the other hand, he used a tissue to get rid of the gecko.

Song Zhi cautiously tilted her head to look: “Is it gone?”

He nodded: “It’s gone.”

Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and moved away from him: “Why are there geckos in the room?”

She looked at Jiang Yanzhou with a questioning gaze: “Could it be...”

Jiang Yanzhou naturally knew what she wanted to say.

He walked over and closed the window for her: “Your room faces the sun, and the greenery outside is lush. It must have climbed in along the vines.”

So that was it.

Song Zhi felt a bit ashamed; she seemed to have been a little petty just now.

Hearing Jiang Yanzhou say that, she couldn’t help but feel that there were many other strange small animals or insects in this room.

So she tried to negotiate with him: “Can I sleep in your room tonight?”

Jiang Yanzhou looked up at her words, his body subtly shifting.

Song Zhi belatedly realized that her words just now might have been a bit ambiguous.

She added, “I mean, you sleep here, and I’ll go to your room.”

He refused indifferently: “No.”

Seemingly not expecting him to refuse, Song Zhi stood frozen in place for a long moment.

Jiang Yanzhou opened the door and left. She hurried after him: “Don’t be like that! You’re not afraid of bugs, and there might not even be any bugs. This room gets good sun; it’s much better than your room.”

He still refused: “No swapping.”

Song Zhi was almost in tears: “Just for one night! I’m a guest, after all. You can’t treat a guest like this.”

She must have been truly scared. The hand clutching his clothes trembled non-stop, and her eyes were a little red.

He couldn’t stand her tears; she cried, and he would soften.

Always.

But not yet.

He averted his gaze, his face still calm, showing no unusual emotions.

Song Zhi definitely didn’t dare to go back to that room. Xiaolian and Aunt Wu were no longer in the living room.

She thought about just making do on the sofa for the night.

But looking at the width of the sofa...

Aunt Wu said Jiang Yanzhou thought the previous sofa was old, so he specifically had the furniture store replace it today.

It was smaller than the previous one, and no one could lie on it.

The previous sofa hadn’t been bought that long ago, so why was it old?

Song Zhi mumbled as she watched Jiang Yanzhou’s retreating back towards his room, furious.

That scoundrel was still such a scoundrel!

For some reason, the bedding and sheets in the guest room were all put away, leaving only an empty mattress.

Song Zhi was not someone who liked to compromise, especially when it came to where she slept.

She needed a humidifier and an aroma diffuser, and the environment had to be good.

She wouldn’t be able to sleep in an empty room with walls on all sides like that.

After cursing Jiang Yanzhou in her heart again, she quickly ran back to her own room and grabbed a quilt.

The door to the adjacent room was unlocked, ajar, and opened with a gentle push.

Jiang Yanzhou was sitting on the sofa reading a book. Hearing the sound, he looked up, calmly watching her.

He wasn’t surprised by her sudden appearance.

Song Zhi threw the quilt onto him: “You scoundrel!!”

He wasn’t annoyed. He took the quilt off himself and laid it out behind him.

Song Zhi imperiously and domineeringly took over his bed.

Previously, considering that they had broken up and might not even be considered ordinary friends, she tried her best to maintain the polite formality that should exist between people.

Who knew this scoundrel was still such a scoundrel!

With anger fueling her, her domineering behavior seemed even more natural.

“You sleep on the sofa, I sleep on the bed. If you dare to secretly take advantage of me tonight, I’ll accuse you of molestation!”

Jiang Yanzhou looked at her, something subtly stirring in his deep eyes.

Hidden beneath his disguise.

If being gentle and seeking reconciliation didn’t work, then perhaps a different approach.

As long as she came back, a little scheming didn’t seem like a bad thing.

Fortunately, it worked.

After the light was turned off, she mumbled softly in bed: “Don’t you use aromatherapy?”

“Mm.”

He knew what she wanted to say.

Jiang Yanzhou got up from the sofa, fumbled on the wall, and turned on the bedside lamp.

The aroma lamp was bought by Song Zhi; she habitually kept it on when she slept.

Jiang Yanzhou, however, didn’t have such complex habits.

He went to her room, brought over the aroma lamp, and placed it by her bedside.

She lay on her side, her long hair spread out.

Under the ambiguous light, she looked at him unhappily.

Charming, unrestrained.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he felt an inexplicable dryness.

He suddenly wanted to hold her, to press her beneath him...

Slowly.

He took a deep breath, convincing himself inwardly.

No rush, she would eventually return to his side. Then, he could do whatever he wanted.

The aroma lamp’s light was soft, and Song Zhi quickly fell asleep.

Jiang Yanzhou, nearly 1.9 meters tall, seemed a bit cramped lying on that not-so-large sofa.

The rose aroma was very faint, the kind of scent Song Zhi often carried.

He closed his eyes, his mind filled with Song Zhi.

She was in the same room as him, only a few steps away.

Yet, he still missed her, missed her like crazy.

So he simply got up, walked to the bed, and quietly watched her.

He looked at her brows and eyes, her lips and nose, and the fair skin of her neck revealed by the collar of her pajamas.

Her sleeping face was peaceful, without any of the daytime commotion. Occasionally, her eyelashes would flutter slightly.

Jiang Yanzhou’s throat felt thick as he watched. He leaned over slightly, wanting to touch her.

He stopped just a finger’s distance from her cherry lips.

He gasped, standing up.

Once he started, he worried he wouldn’t be able to resist taking more.

She must have been having a nightmare; her brows were furrowed, and she twisted uncomfortably from side to side.

She murmured softly in her throat, not knowing what she was saying.

Jiang Yanzhou leaned in closer: “What?”

She cried softly: “Don’t leave.”

“Mm.” He gently caressed her face: “I won’t leave.”

Song Zhi had that dream again.

These past few years, she often dreamed of that big fire, her loved ones dying before her eyes. No one could bear it.

It was like a permanent shadow, etched in her mind.

As the dream ended, she felt as if she was drowning in a deep sea, her limbs bound.

She struggled to open her eyes. It was already morning, light seeping through tiny gaps in the curtains.

At this moment, Song Zhi was lying in an incredibly warm embrace.

Her head rested on the man’s chest, separated only by a thin house dress.

She could even feel the outline of his muscles.

Her brain, just waking up, was still sluggish. She slowly looked up, first seeing the man’s long neck, his sexy Adam’s apple, and then that handsome face, so perfect it was impossible to find any flaws.

Song Zhi sighed softly for a while, wondering how anyone could be born so perfect.

After her sigh, her sluggish brain slowly started to come back to life.

Hmm??????

Why did she wake up in Jiang Yanzhou’s arms?