Lin Zhiyi lay buried under the covers, feeling the surrounding silence.
The next second, a corner of the quilt in front of her was lifted, and someone directly crawled in.
Black hair was pressed by the quilt, hanging in front of his eyes, making his gaze even more alluring.
Lin Zhiyi caught her breath, suddenly feeling hot and uneasy, as she shrunk backward.
But he only moved closer.
"I’ve never gone there. I always handle it myself."
Lin Zhiyi was shocked.
What happened to Gong Chen?
More than three years without seeing each other and his speech was truly becoming more unrestrained.
Where did the aloof Third Young Master from before go?
Taking advantage when she wasn’t paying attention, Gong Chen’s large hand pressed onto her waist, pulling her towards him.
"Li Huan said I like to keep things inside too much, so there’s always misunderstandings between us."
"Zhiyi, are you still willing to trust me?"
A whisper of Zhiyi.
The man’s breath circulated under the covers, and Lin Zhiyi was truly out of places to escape.
She looked at the man slowly approaching, inexplicably feeling dry-mouthed.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in her mind.
She raised her hand to hold Gong Chen’s lips: "Third Young Master, almost got fooled by you. You often forget things; you also mentioned before that there’s a woman who helps you destress, am I making things inconvenient for you by staying here?"
"I told you that if you’re proactive, I’d tell you who it is, but you keep playing tricks."
"Couldn’t match Third Young Master’s sweet talking and deceiving."
Gong Chen saw her trying to escape, constraining her waist, strongly pulling her into his embrace.
He stared at her through his hair: "Your stubbornness hasn’t changed one bit, all directed at me."
"No."
Lin Zhiyi turned her head, not daring to look at him.
The atmosphere inside the quilt, coupled with the man’s low voice and the physique beneath the robe that couldn’t be hidden.
She’s not a saint!
Gong Chen leaned close to her ear: "There’s a box in the drawer of my bedside table, see for yourself."
"..."
A box?
Lin Zhiyi blinked, recalling cleaning the room previously and finding besides two Capybara in his bedside drawer.
Indeed, she saw an exquisite box, looking like it held jewelry.
She didn’t look inside.
Who would have thought it had a woman’s things hidden inside?
Lin Zhiyi felt a tightness in her chest, oh if only she hadn’t asked.
While she was thinking, Gong Chen already fetched the box from the drawer.
"Open it and see."
"No need."
Lin Zhiyi deliberately ignored the box in front of her.
But the back of her hand was enveloped in a large palm, opening the box.
Seeing the contents inside, a complex emotion once again engulfed her.
She cautiously took out the item inside, it was a photograph.
It was a photo taken accidentally at Sang Ran’s single party of her with Gong Chen.
She stared at the photo: "I thought it was deleted by the photographer."
"I asked for it." Gong Chen said by her ear, "Looks good, when you’re not here, it’s this woman keeping me company."
Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips, wanting to laugh but feeling a bit embarrassed.
The photo was somewhat crumpled, he probably looked at it many times.
By chance turning it over, she found undelible blood stains on the back.
Her chest inexplicably tightened: "Why is there blood?"
"Nosebleed, couldn’t wipe off, dry weather, people burn up."
Gong Chen’s breath gradually grew heavier.
Lin Zhiyi suddenly remembered the imagery of him handling things himself, could it be...
Her face burned red, preparing to move away, but it’s too late.
The man turned over, pinning her down.
She blustered: "Online they say moderation is good for health; careful not to bleed yourself dry."
Gong Chen’s eyes froze momentarily, laid back on the pillow beside her, naturally pulled down the covers on both of them.
"Lin Zhiyi, impressive, who else but you dares mess with me? Always being tricky."
"Sleep."
He reached over to adjust Lin Zhiyi’s quilt, without pressing her.
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