Si Tian wore only a dress; beneath its hem, she had nothing on.
If Shen Yifan laid a hand on her waist and then let it follow the curve of her body downward…
With his extensive experience, he would realize in an instant that she was wearing nothing underneath.
Apart from the disgust she felt at the thought, if he discovered she wasn’t wearing underwear, things would become even more difficult to control.
What if he turned it around on her and accused her of cheating? Wouldn’t that make Old Madam Si furious enough to die?
She couldn’t let Shen Yifan ruin the image she had in Old Madam Si’s eyes.
And she especially couldn’t let anything happen to Old Madam Si.
Old Madam Si had been discharged from the hospital, but her heart was still weak. She couldn’t handle the slightest shock.
Just as Shen Yifan’s hand was about to touch her waist, Si Tian’s thoughts shifted. She abruptly pushed him away.
Shen Yifan stared at her, disbelief and shock on his face.
He seemed unable to believe that she would push him away even in a situation like this.
After all, she had always looked forward to something happening between them.
Si Tian clenched the fabric of her skirt in her fingers, then forced an apologetic, regretful look onto her face. “I’m on my period.”
Shen Yifan knew little about Si Tian’s menstrual cycle. Hearing her say that, he understood.
Si Tian loved him so much that she was probably afraid her period would bring him bad luck.
Thinking this, Shen Yifan smiled at Si Tian. “Then we’ll do it after your period’s over.”
Hearing that, Si Tian wanted to curse him out.
But she still had to keep up appearances. Fighting back her nausea, she changed the subject. “I want to go back and rest.”
Shen Yifan understood. Women didn’t feel very well when they had their periods. “All right.”
Without looking back, Si Tian headed toward the room.
Watching Si Tian hurry away, Shen Yifan furrowed his brow.
Why did he get the feeling Si Tian was avoiding him?
But then he thought about it again. She was probably worried about bringing him bad luck, just as she had been a moment ago.
Si Tian really did love him to an extraordinary degree, always putting him first.
The more he thought about it, the more inexplicably guilty Shen Yifan felt.
Then, as if remembering something, he called after Si Tian. “Atian, wait.”
Si Tian stopped and looked at him.
Shen Yifan said, “There’s a yacht party in a few days. Come with me.”
For a moment, Si Tian had thought Shen Yifan had seen through her. Her heart had leapt in fright.
Now, hearing what he said, she relaxed.
She managed a smile. “All right.”
A few days later, Si Tian went to the yacht party with Shen Yifan as promised.
Most of Shen Yifan’s friends were unmarried. More precisely, this yacht party was a mixer for the young men and women of Beijing’s upper crust.
The yacht was full of beautiful women, all dressed in skimpy, sexy outfits.
By comparison, Si Tian, in a simple, solid-colored dress, looked completely out of place.
Si Tian didn’t care. Comfort was what mattered to her.
Still, her bright, star-clear almond eyes, petite, straight nose, and softly smiling lips, with dimples deepening in her cheeks, drew plenty of attention.
Her smooth black hair fell over her shoulders, lending her a lively, sweet air.
She looked like a pure little white rabbit.
That distinctive quality of hers drew quite a few sidelong glances.
Seeing this, Shen Yifan couldn’t help looking her way.
She seemed prettier than before. There was something unique about her now, something she hadn’t had in the past. He couldn’t quite put a name to it, but it was alluring…
Enough to make people’s thoughts stir…
“Brother Fan, you brought Zhou Yi along.”
When Shen Yifan’s friend Li Zhixing saw him approaching with Si Tian, he called out with a slightly strange expression.
Shen Yifan collected himself and gave a quiet “Mm.” “Where is everyone?”
Li Zhixing glanced at Si Tian before answering. “This way.”
They went upstairs. As soon as they entered, Si Tian spotted a familiar figure.
The man sat in the middle of the sofa, legs spread, his posture carefree.
The collar of his black shirt was unbuttoned at three buttons, revealing his sleek neck and the sensual hollow of his collarbones.
His long, sharply defined fingers held a cigarette, lifting it to his lips.
Smoke curled through the air, obscuring his sharply sculpted features and making his expression hard to read.
An imposing, dangerous air surrounded him, warning everyone to keep their distance.
He looked distinguished and cold, mysterious and impossible to approach.
That night, the lighting had been dim, and the man’s voice had been so seductive. Si Tian hadn’t realized he carried such a powerful presence.
Especially since everyone around him treated him with a mixture of reverence and fear.
For some reason, Si Tian felt uneasy.
It was as if she’d fallen into a thorn-filled trap. To climb back out, she’d have to leave a layer of skin behind.
Perhaps the very thing you fear most is the thing that finds you.
“We meet again.”
The man’s gaze settled directly on her. His voice was low and dark. “Shen Yifan, you really are devoted and faithful. You bring your fiancée everywhere.”