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Cheng Mi won her gamble.
She had never mentioned this clear bar to Si Tingyan, not a single word, and her singing here was also a secret.
She hadn’t mentioned this clear bar during her phone call with Si Huiru either.
But Si Tingyan found this place precisely.
Reflected lights shimmered on the walls, light and shadow kissed the wine glasses.
Cheng Mi leaned back on the sofa, exchanging gazes with Si Tingyan across the crowd and the lights.
The heat of alcohol permeated the air, and the rhythm of the music eroded one’s senses.
His eyes were icy, not letting the surrounding fervor melt into their depths.
Just one look ignited a fervent surge in Cheng Mi’s mind, making her want to cling to him until death.
Si Tingyan’s eyes never left her face.
Ice cubes clinked softly against the glass in the beer, just like him.
Her fingertips were cold. Cheng Mi’s eyes were fixed on Si Tingyan as she brought the rim of the glass to her lips.
The two girls standing in front of Si Tingyan were about their age, dressed in mature clothes, but their pretty faces still carried the freshness of youth. They were saying something to Si Tingyan while holding their phones.
Cheng Mi didn’t avert her gaze, maintaining eye contact with him as he was being approached.
Si Tingyan acted as if he didn’t see the two girls.
Without saying a word, he walked past them and headed in her direction.
Cheng Mi’s fingertips dropped, the bottom of her glass returned to the table. She then fumbled for something in her bag, gently propped herself up with her palm on the table, and rose from the sofa.
She walked with an unhurried, yet steady, gait, exuding a graceful charm.
Some drinking customers were drawn by her eyes.
But Cheng Mi could only see Si Tingyan. She walked towards him, unhurriedly.
Si Tingyan also walked towards her.
Light and shadow swept across Si Tingyan’s face as he walked, his complexion like frost. Intense light crept onto his brows and eyes, becoming vividly dark for a moment.
Their steps grew closer and closer.
Finally, they met in the middle of the clear bar.
A few meters to their side, the hot stage vibrated with flashing lights and music.
After Si Tingyan stopped, Cheng Mi didn’t. She naturally took a small step closer, so close that she could almost touch his lips by just looking up.
Breath met breath.
Cheng Mi’s eyes held a hint of alcoholic intoxication, yet it made her features even more enchanting.
Her left hand moved to Si Tingyan’s neck and face, her palm and fingertips fitting against him.
Her captivating gaze left Si Tingyan’s eyes and landed on his face.
Cheng Mi raised the lipstick in her right hand and touched Si Tingyan’s face.
The lipstick moved across his cool, pale skin.
In the dim, mixed light, Si Tingyan didn’t push her away or step back, his eyes dark and unreadable as he watched her.
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Cheng Mi finished writing her phone number, then looked up at him.
A small row of red numbers appeared on Si Tingyan’s left cheek, a fiery red against his pale skin, creating an unexpected, sinister coolness.
Like a fox climbing onto the moon.
The fox perched there, telling everyone that this moon was hers.
Those who coveted it would automatically detour.
Cheng Mi looked at Si Tingyan, a slight smile in her eyes.
“You can’t just give your phone number to other girls, okay?”
Over at the booth, Deng Zi realized Cheng Mi was gone. He had only looked down to reply to a message; when he looked up again, Cheng Mi had vanished.
As he scanned around, he saw Cheng Mi, lipstick in hand, doing whatever she pleased on someone’s face.
He immediately cursed in his mind, Is she drunk?
He had drunk with Cheng Mi at least five, if not ten, times, and he had never seen her with such low alcohol tolerance.
Deng Zi worried that Cheng Mi, under the influence of alcohol, might offend someone. Although he thought that with Cheng Mi’s face, any man would be happy to be clung to like that, and might not even blame her if she acted crazy and poured wine over their head.
But he still got up and walked over.
Deng Zi had never met Si Tingyan and didn’t know they knew each other. He reached out to pull Cheng Mi: “Excuse me, little brother, my friend is drunk.”
Before he finished speaking, Cheng Mi’s arm was yanked away by a strong force.
The force was so great that Deng Zi’s hand went numb for a moment.
At the same time, he felt a cold chill rise up his spine.
He looked up, and indeed.
The high school-aged boy in front of him looked at him, his eyes filled with indifference.
Deng Zi froze.
Cheng Mi’s mind was actually quite clear. Suddenly being yanked back by Si Tingyan and bumping into his shoulder, she turned to see Deng Zi and immediately understood his misunderstanding.
She smiled: “What are you doing? We know each other.”
Deng Zi snapped back to attention, his eyes leaving Si Tingyan and looking at Cheng Mi: “Oh, you know each other? I almost thought you were having a drunken fit.”
Cheng Mi said: “Don’t worry, when I get drunk, I only sleep.”
She didn’t move after Si Tingyan pulled her; she simply leaned against his shoulder.
A strand of chestnut curly hair clung to Si Tingyan’s black hoodie, half-falling, half-staying.
Deng Zi had never seen Cheng Mi like this, or rather, he had never imagined any man could make Cheng Mi like this.
Since he had known Cheng Mi, he had never seen any man able to make Cheng Mi’s gaze linger on them for even a second. Even a handsome guy couldn’t attract her at all.
Deng Zi even once suspected Cheng Mi wasn’t interested in men.
Of course, that speculation was denied today.
A person touched by love is different from a person who is usually desireless. Just like Cheng Mi now, she no longer merely exuded a captivating and rational charm; there was also a compatibility with the boy beside her.
Yes, Deng Zi was very surprised.
Surprised that there could be a boy who had this kind of feeling with Cheng Mi.
Usually, men standing next to Cheng Mi either didn’t match her or couldn’t handle her.
One was difficult enough, let alone both.
Deng Zi had someone else to meet and needed to leave now. Seeing that they knew each other and that he was a huge third wheel standing there, he said goodbye to Cheng Mi and left.
Suddenly, it was as if only the two of them remained.
Cheng Mi looked up slightly, into Si Tingyan’s eyes: “Are you taking me home?”
It hadn’t been 24 hours since he locked her out of his room.
Si Tingyan looked as if his anger still lingered: “What if I don’t?”
Cheng Mi still looked straight into his eyes: “Then take me to your room.”
What they could do in a room, a single glance between them made it obvious.
Under the dim light, something was stirring amidst the sounds and alcohol.
Suddenly, Si Tingyan spoke, his voice cold: “Is getting back at Li Zhiyu worth this for you?”
Cheng Mi knew he was still bothered, but if he knew all along, why wait until now to expose her?
She touched Si Tingyan’s face: “Why don’t you understand? I want to be with you.”
Her tone was unhurried, yet carried a hint of tenderness that was hard not to fall into.
Seemingly true, whether true or false, those who listened to her words had only one path:
To believe her deeply, to their utter ruin.
Si Tingyan looked at her for a long time: “Cheng Mi, do you think I’m your dog?”
When these words fell, Cheng Mi paused slightly, her alcohol-infused mind sobering up considerably.
Si Tingyan looked into her eyes.
“You knew I approached you with a purpose, yet you let me play with you.”
This sentence was half true, but—
“Si Tingyan, you think I’m just playing with you, don’t you—”
Before she could finish, she was interrupted by Si Tingyan’s even colder words. His gaze was still the same as usual, revealing no strong emotions of joy or sorrow, like a superior, chilling frost.
“I knew you were baiting me tonight by saying Lidao Bar.”
Cheng Mi’s words were cut short by the sting.
Si Tingyan stared intently into her eyes: “But I still took the bait.”
Tonight, when Si Huiru called, Cheng Mi told her she was at Lidao Bar.
In fact, she was gambling, gambling that Si Tingyan had never stopped paying attention to her.
Knowing where she worked, knowing what she was doing, gambling that he knew she was performing at this clear bar.
And Si Tingyan really came, and Cheng Mi was certain he didn’t go to the adjacent Lidao Bar, but came directly here.
In certain aspects, they understood each other exceptionally well.
But all of this was based on her interest in Si Tingyan.
If she weren’t interested, she and Si Tingyan wouldn’t have exchanged a single word, even under the same roof.
“So you think I’ve always been scheming against you.”
“Is that right, Si Tingyan?”
Si Tingyan looked at her, then moved away, passing her side, and walked towards the table where she and Deng Zi had been drinking.
Heavy drumbeats thumped in the air.
Cheng Mi maintained her composure, remaining as calm as usual. She turned and walked back as well.
Cheng Mi didn’t know how Si Tingyan recognized her glass. He was completely out of place here, not losing any of his cool aloofness, but when those fingers, capable of both confining and releasing desire, took her glass, that feeling still made Cheng Mi’s words, which were about to be spoken, halt.
A few seconds later, Cheng Mi spoke: “Si Tingyan, I admit that at first, it was as you said, because I wanted to give Li Zhiyu a cuckold’s hat in return.”
The light was too dim; she didn’t notice the dark emotions quietly emerging in Si Tingyan’s eyes.
“But later—”
Si Tingyan could probably guess what Cheng Mi’s remaining words would be—nothing but words that would make him lose control. This made him recall what she had said a few minutes ago.
Cheng Mi told him to take her to his room.
Si Tingyan suddenly raised his hand, his long fingers suddenly gripping the back of Cheng Mi’s neck, pulling her close.
“I never believed anything you said.”
Cheng Mi’s subsequent words were completely blocked.
Her lips were pressed against the wine glass, beer flowing into her mouth.
Cheng Mi showed no surprise, staring intently at Si Tingyan.
“I don’t know what I’ll do, so, Cheng Mi, don’t speak.”
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