#25: Cheng Mi Falls from Standing into Bed

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Cheng Mi was caught off guard from behind and lost her footing for a moment.

Before she could regain her balance, her waist was already against the desk.

With the lingering echo of the door still in her ears, Cheng Mi looked at Si Tingyan: “Are you crazy? Aren’t you afraid your mom will find out?”

Although she said that, her tone was unhurried, and her gaze was fixed on his face.

Looking at his slightly cold profile, she could still feel the touch on her lips.

She knew her kiss had successfully angered him, even though he was such a calm and composed person.

Even if Si Tingyan didn’t show anger on his face, only frost in his eyes, this uncontrolled action explained everything.

“What are you afraid of? You dared to kiss me even with the door open?”

Cheng Mi’s gaze lifted slightly, falling on his eyebrows and eyes, she said: “Yes, I’m not afraid.”

Speaking with a hint of playfulness: “But what about you? If Auntie came in now and saw us like this, what do you think she would think?”

Compared to Si Tingyan, Cheng Mi had much less to worry about regarding Si Huiru; she was only temporarily staying here as Si Huiru’s daughter for this semester of senior year, sent by Li Yeheng.

But Si Tingyan was different; he was Si Huiru’s son, raised by her since childhood.

“I’ll tell her you were the one who seduced me,” Cheng Mi’s voice was slow, “You tricked me into holding hands, hugging, kissing, and falling in love.”

“Then,” she paused, “I’ll tell her you bullied me.”

A few days ago, Si Huiru had personally witnessed the red mark on her neck at the dinner table and had gently told her not to let boys bully her.

What Si Huiru didn’t expect was that the red mark on her neck was from her own son’s bite and kiss, and it was her son who had done this to her.

If the two of them were secretly involved, Si Huiru, with her gentle nature, would never blame Cheng Mi; the pressure would be on Si Tingyan.

Si Tingyan’s gaze met hers without flinching: “Do you think I’d be afraid?”

His tone showed no fluctuation, every word was assertive, definitively retorting Cheng Mi.

Cheng Mi, facing this sharp edge, didn’t shy away.

She almost forgot who was standing in front of her; in some ways, he was cut from the same cloth as her, even though their personalities were poles apart.

In fact, sometimes, the things that inadvertently emerged from him were more piercing than Cheng Mi.

Cheng Mi’s intensity was overt and obvious, but Si Tingyan was different.

Yet, essentially, they were on the same path.

Cheng Mi’s hand was about to reach up and trace his eyes: “Si Tingyan, do those girls who like you know how crazy you are?”

Before her fingertips reached his eyes, her slender fingers were constrained by his rugged, long fingers, then enveloped and held, her hand was pressed back behind her.

The movement was fluid, as if practiced countless times.

Yet, this was a pair of hands naturally meant for studying.

Si Tingyan said: “If you know I’m crazy, then don’t cross my line again and again.”

“Am I your line?”

After her words, the air flow solidified.

The piercing blare of car horns on the city road broke through the early morning, coming through the rusty old window in the corridor, dying out at the room door.

They were completely isolated from the world.

“That’s why I can provoke you again and again.”

Si Tingyan’s eyes were calm at this moment, perhaps due to the early morning weakening people’s psychological defenses, or perhaps the light from the desk lamp was too soft, and his skin was cold and pale.

The usual cold resoluteness brought by his sharp features was largely softened for once; under his dark hair, the indifferent corners of his eyes and brows surprisingly showed a hint of docility.

Si Tingyan spoke: “Was that last moment not enough provocation?”

Cheng Mi’s waist leaned against the edge of the desk, one hand propped on the desk behind her, landing precisely on Si Tingyan’s black pen. The touch beneath her hand was sudden.

Her palm rested on the desk, her fingertips casually playing with his pen.

Her eyes were still on him: “Si Tingyan.”

“I told you, it’s not me clinging to you all the time, it’s you provoking me.”

Si Tingyan didn’t interrupt.

Cheng Mi’s upper body moved slightly away from the edge of the desk, the short distance between them instantly closing further. Her eyelashes lowered, staring intently: “You don’t have to do anything, just standing in front of me makes me want to be with you—”

She leaned close to Si Tingyan’s ear and whispered two words.

She was utterly calm and at ease, neither shy nor angry. After speaking, she moved away from his ear.

Si Tingyan looked at her deeply.

The light was dim, not reaching the corner of the white wall opposite, where a cabinet stood, neatly displaying machine models, but they were not illuminated, remaining in darkness.

The brightest spot in the room was where they stood, with blurred light and shadow clinging to their sides.

Their emotions were fully exposed.

They were very close, their breaths enough to burn through the last bit of early morning sobriety.

Cheng Mi’s eyes, like the two words she whispered in Si Tingyan’s ear, intended to reveal everything.

Before she could decipher the meaning in Si Tingyan’s eyes, her restrained hand wasn’t released; instead, it was forcefully pulled.

In just one second, Cheng Mi fell from standing into the bed.

The world spun, and her back hit the bedding with a thud, instantly enveloped.

The bed was just a narrow space away from the desk, very close.

Cheng Mi hadn’t expected Si Tingyan to suddenly pull her onto the bed, but her stunned moment only lasted for that instant she was pulled. By the time she hit the bed, she had already recovered, without any nervousness or panic.

From this angle, Si Tingyan’s desk still had several competition exercises spread out on it.

Cheng Mi tried to get up from the bed, but couldn’t. Si Tingyan pinned both her hands above her head with one move.

The bit of skirt fabric near her leg was pressed down by his knee as he knelt on the bed.

Not gentle at all.

Cheng Mi simply stopped struggling, relaxing her body and sinking into his bed.

Light came from behind Si Tingyan, and she lay in his shadow, looking up at him, her dark chestnut hair spread out.

She continued the conversation they had been having while standing.

“Want to?”

She didn’t need to do anything; simply parting her lips was an invitation.

Si Tingyan looked down at her, not speaking.

Cheng Mi was looked at by him.

She admitted that all the intense warmth she felt at this moment was real.

Cheng Mi’s eyes were slightly hazy: “I want to kiss, Si Tingyan.”

She said: “With you.”

Si Tingyan’s thin lips were still pressed together, but this only heightened the desire to see them in a frenzy.

Like when he was at her neck a few days ago.

As if Si Tingyan had the same scene in his mind, Cheng Mi suddenly felt a touch on the side of her neck, behind her ear.

His fingertips were cool, but Cheng Mi didn’t feel uncomfortable; instead, she wanted to get closer.

The red mark there had faded considerably. Si Tingyan deliberately or inadvertently rubbed over it, his eyes fixed on her.

Cheng Mi also looked into his eyes.

Si Tingyan leaned down, his breath falling on her lips.

The spot behind her ear was released then, but in turn, the zipper on Cheng Mi’s waist moved.

Cheng Mi’s attention was originally on his approaching lips when she felt the movement.

She was momentarily stunned, feeling that her understanding of Si Tingyan was not yet complete.

He always surpassed her imagination, always showing another side next time.

Cheng Mi looked up.

Si Tingyan had been watching her. Seeing her look over, he asked: “Scared?”

Cheng Mi didn’t know when her hands had been released; she raised them and wrapped them around his neck: “What’s there to be scared of?”

But her momentary hesitation had already been seen by Si Tingyan, as if she was forcing herself.

Cheng Mi was about to lean in and kiss him.

Suddenly, Si Tingyan spoke: “Would you be like this with Li Zhiyu too?”

Cheng Mi abruptly froze.

The next second, her gaze returned to Si Tingyan’s face.

Si Tingyan’s back was to the light, no light fell into his eyes, making his pupils appear especially dark.

Like a dark night, about to drown Cheng Mi.

This was the first time Si Tingyan had mentioned Li Zhiyu, clearly not as a brother.

But rather as an opponent, as if he were her boyfriend.

He knew everything.

Cheng Mi asked him: “Are you jealous of your brother?”

Si Tingyan didn’t answer, just looked at her deeply.

Cheng Mi said: “Si Tingyan, how much have you seen of my things?”

“You’re only pursuing me to get revenge on Li Zhiyu.”

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Mi froze.

Si Tingyan’s words were clear, his voice tinged with a chill that struck her ears.

She stared straight at him, speechless for a moment.

Cheng Mi had imagined how Li Zhiyu would react if he knew this secret, but she never expected Si Tingyan to know first.

It was a secret so old that Cheng Mi had almost forgotten it.

And she had always thought only she and Meng Yin knew about it.

At that time, only the two of them saw Li Zhiyu and Chu Xinhe kissing in the small grove from the girls’ restroom in the teaching building.

She looked at Si Tingyan: “Did you see what happened with Li Zhiyu and Chu Xinhe behind the teaching building?”

Si Tingyan, however, answered with a question: “Is it just because I’m his brother?”

This sudden turn of events left Cheng Mi speechless.

Unable to respond.

Si Tingyan’s eyes moved from her face, and he stood up.

Cheng Mi was pulled off the bed by him, the door opened, and she was shut out of the room.