She subconsciously grabbed the blanket in a hurry, wrapping herself tightly.
His eyebrows raised slightly in amusement as he looked down at her curled into a ball, “Don’t you know?
The tighter you wrap yourself, the more I like it.”
Lian Xinying: “…”
He had drunk a little and a faint blush tinged his cheeks, his hazy eyes roamed over her.
Lian Xinying was really feeling warm, so she threw the blanket off.
After uncovering herself, she immediately sat up, looking at him as if she was ready to face death.
When she sat up, her disheveled hair fanned out around her head like splendid fireworks…
He couldn’t help but raise his hand and place it on her fluffy head.
Her hair was messy, but it felt soft and delicate.
After touching it a couple of times, he drew his hand back.
“Come on, explain this painting to me,” Yan Ye came prepared.
He placed the reassembled picture in front of Lian Xinying.
Lian Xinying was somewhat mentally prepared, but still felt panicked and at a loss.
She spoke in a light and breezy tone, “The teacher asked me to draw anything, so I drew this.”
“Oh, I heard you painted Yan Ye, right?” Yan Ye said with his hands in his pockets, looking down at her unrepentant demeanor from above.
Her audacity was definitely the greatest he had seen in any woman.
Perhaps it was because Lian Jie doted on her too much while he was alive, leading her to become lawless.
Lian Xinying’s father held a high position, with countless people fawning over him.
There must have been no shortage of those trying to ingratiate themselves with Lian Xinying as well, so even though she was young, her perspective was definitely higher than that of her peers.
Similarly, the education Lian Xinying received since childhood must have been comprehensive.
Learning the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting would certainly have been part of it.
“Who said that?” Lian Xinying wasn’t about to take a loss; she bit her lip and mustered her courage, “The figure I drew is small; how could it be Yan Ye?
He is so tall.
It’s…
it’s Yan Ye’s future son!”
Lian Xinying had already controlled her emotions enough not to insult him.
But at the last moment, she couldn’t hold back… and so brought his yet-to-be-existent son into the picture.
“Oh?
My future son looks like this mess?
Are you looking for trouble?”
“I…” Lian Xinying suddenly looked up, a flash of fear in her eyes.
“What about you?
Have I misjudged you?” His eyes were fraught with danger, and as his voice settled, one of his hands slipped under her armpit, lifting her entire body up, “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even know if you’re dead or alive right now!
Choose between apologizing and thanking me.”
His hoarse voice carried an intimidating force.
The sharp look in his eyes was daunting.
Only, the distance between the two was too intimate, unfamiliarly close.
She reached out to push him, but his grip only tightened.
“Can’t you understand what I’m saying?
What’s inside that head of yours, huh?” With that, he let go of her, and she fell back onto the bed.
Her head was buzzing with pain.
Damn bastard!
So rough!
No wonder he’s single!
She held her head with both hands, her misery unspeakable, her voice trembling, “Yan Ye, thank you for saving me tonight!
I, I appreciate it!
But…
I’m really scared of you…
Please, just go away!”
The phrase ‘I’m really scared of you’ came sincerely from the heart.
The more she understood him, the more she feared him.
Not like the fearlessness she had at the beginning.
Because she shrank into a ball, he couldn’t help but lean closer, wanting to see her facial expression more clearly.