Shen Yifan understood what Zhou Si meant at once.
He glanced at Si Tian and said proudly, “It’s all right. Atian has always been very careful about her boundaries. She generally doesn’t let men touch her.”
As he spoke, Shen Yifan reached out and took Si Tian’s hand, gently rubbing his thumb over the back of it twice.
It was as if he were comforting Si Tian after the fright she’d had.
Or perhaps showing off.
Si Tian’s heart had nearly leapt out of her chest just moments ago.
Now, hearing Shen Yifan say that, she gradually calmed down.
With Shen Yifan explaining things for her, she could relax.
He thought she was keeping herself “pure” for him.
Ha. What a joke.
The furrow between Si Tian’s brows visibly eased.
She looked almost like—
A newlywed couple: the bride gets startled, and the groom soothes her with a few words, easily calming her down.
However you looked at it, it was irritating.
“Oh? Is that so?” Zhou Si looked straight at Shen Yifan and took a drag of his cigarette. “Looks like Sister-in-Law loves you very much.”
Smoke slowly drifted from the man’s mouth, its wisps veiling his deep-set eyes.
It was impossible to make out his expression.
But Si Tian could clearly hear the mockery in his words.
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What was there to love?
Shen Yifan didn’t reply. He only gazed deeply at Si Tian, the corners of his mouth lifting in a noticeable smile.
He said nothing, yet seemed to say everything.
Silently showing off their affection.
Seeing Shen Yifan’s sweet, affectionate look, Si Rou’s earlier arrogance deflated like a balloon and vanished.
It felt as though a lump of soaking-wet cotton had lodged in her chest, making her miserable.
She was determined to have Shen Yifan!
She glanced around, then fixed her gaze on the bottle of liquor on the table.
She poured herself a glass and headed toward Shen Yifan and Si Tian.
“I suppose I shouldn’t have any more ice water. I never got to properly share a drink with you at your engagement party, Little Sister and brother-in-law.”
“Seeing how much you love each other, I can finally stop worrying as your older sister.”
There was nothing wrong with the words themselves.
Only the few people who knew that Si Rou was allergic to alcohol exchanged glances.
Was she so heartbroken that she didn’t even care what happened to her body?
Still, it was understandable. Her cousin was getting engaged to her ex.
Who could bear that?
Si Tian laughed coldly to herself. Heartbroken? Hardly.
She was just putting on a show of devotion to win sympathy.
Sure enough, Shen Yifan’s expression darkened, his eyes full of concern and guilt.
He stepped forward to take the glass from Si Rou, lowering his voice. “You’re allergic to—”
“Ah—!”
Before Shen Yifan could finish, Si Rou suddenly pitched forward.
The liquor in her hand swept past him in an arc and splashed straight toward the space behind him…
The clear, golden liquid came flying at her. Si Tian had no time to dodge.
A chill washed over her, and she stood frozen in place.
Before she could react, a blanket smelling of pine covered her completely.
At the same time, a low, magnetic voice sounded above her.
“Afan, Sister-in-Law isn’t in any state to stay here. I’ll have someone take her to the room next door.”
Shen Yifan turned around. He had no idea when Zhou Si had come up beside Si Tian.
And Zhou Si had quickly draped the blanket over her.
As he spoke, Zhou Si didn’t wait for Shen Yifan’s agreement. He tipped his chin toward a waiter some distance away.
The waiter immediately came over to Si Tian and gestured for her to follow.
“Miss, please come with me.”
Given the chance to get away from Zhou Si and not be alone with him, Si Tian bolted.
Heaven knew, when Zhou Si had draped the blanket over her just now, her breathing had hitched.
“Sorry to trouble you,” Si Tian said, then hurried after the waiter.
“Shen Yifan, it looks like some of the liquor splashed on Miss Si Rou’s dress too. You should take her to get cleaned up,” Zhou Si said again.
Only then did Shen Yifan realize that he had instinctively caught Si Rou as she fell forward.
A little liquor had splashed onto the front of her bright red dress, leaving a darker stain.
It really was indecent.
She was still his woman, and he didn’t want other men seeing her like that.
Without another word, Shen Yifan nodded. “Then I’ll take her to get cleaned up.”
But after leading Si Rou a couple of steps, he felt that something was off.
He just couldn’t say what…
The waiter led Si Tian to one of the rooms on the yacht’s top deck.
He somehow found a short black dress, set it down, and left.
Si Tian’s dress was soaked through and impossible to wear.
She took it off, then picked up the black dress and began pulling it on.
As she dressed, she examined the room.
The furnishings were simple but elegant.
The bedding and other linens were excellent quality, clearly rare and expensive.
Even the place to rest on this yacht was so luxurious?
Just how extravagant was the owner of this yacht…
Si Tian was still marveling when the door suddenly opened from the outside.
A familiar, low, husky male voice followed. “That dress suits you pretty well.”
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