Fu Hanye had been out enjoying himself for two days. Though he had played to the point of exhaustion, he still could not sleep soundly.
Every time he woke from a dream, he felt extremely irritable, and his mind would always drift back to those two times he had slept with He Sheng.
Calm, peaceful, and so comfortable it made one’s soul tremble.
He truly had never imagined, not even in his dreams, that the little mute could possess such a kind of magic.
When He Sheng heard Fu Hanye’s words, she froze once again.
This damn opportunity that had practically delivered itself to her doorstep—she really… couldn’t refuse it.
But He Sheng felt she still needed to hold back a little. Acting too eager might make Fu Hanye suspicious.
She bit her pale lower lip with her pearly white teeth, putting on the appearance of someone who had just heard something filthy, trembling in fear.
Fu Hanye’s large hand gripped her fragile neck and pulled her closer. “What are you afraid of? Don’t tell me you think I’m going to do something indecent to you? I’m not that desperate.”
“It’s just that the weather’s getting cold. I need someone to warm the bed.”
“Little mute, you should clear out the dirty thoughts in your head.”
Pah!
He Sheng secretly spat in her heart. Who was the one full of dirty thoughts? She was just acting, alright?
After secretly rolling her eyes twice, He Sheng rearranged her expression, lifting her head to reveal a timid look. The lace ribbon could not hide her glossy black eyes, making her look like a little rabbit, utterly pitiful.
Fu Hanye’s hand moved down to grip her slender shoulder, applying a slight force as if urging her. “Hmm? My patience is limited. I’ll give you three seconds. If you’ve thought it through, nod.”
“One.”
“Two.”
Before he could say “three.“ He Sheng pursed her lips and nodded, as though extremely unwilling yet forced to compromise.
Fu Hanye felt satisfied. This was exactly what he liked.
The man wrapped his arms around He Sheng’s soft waist, and the two of them fell onto the large bed together.
He Sheng barely managed to brace herself against his smooth chest muscles, avoiding hitting her nose.
Why was this man always acting on a whim? Couldn’t he just talk things through properly?
He Sheng felt annoyed but did not push him away.
First, she lacked the strength. Second, the notification sounds of her life points increasing rang one after another, smoothing away her displeasure.
This brat Fu Hanye must think he had the upper hand.
He Sheng lightly pressed on Fu Hanye’s muscles. Firm and elastic—the body of a young man truly was full of vitality.
Naturally, Fu Hanye was aware of such touches. He lowered his gaze and smiled softly, not minding at all.
The lights were turned off, leaving only a dim sleep light. It was only ten o’clock, yet Fu Hanye, who usually found it hard to fall asleep, already felt drowsy.
He tightened his arms around the soft body in his embrace, domineeringly locking her by his side. He Sheng felt uncomfortable and twisted slightly, turning her back to him. Unexpectedly, Fu Hanye pressed even closer.
Previously, when they had shared a bed, both of them had been clothed. This time, Fu Hanye was bare-chested, pressing tightly against He Sheng’s back. The scorching heat surged against her, and the distinct shape of his muscles could be clearly felt.
He Sheng silently counted in her heart—one, two, three… Fu Hanye seemed to have eight-pack abs. Truly, he had a good body.
Fu Hanye nuzzled closer, his head near He Sheng’s neck. The warm breath he exhaled felt like countless tiny brushes, sweeping across her delicate skin and sending waves of shivers through her.
Damn it—her neck was a sensitive spot. With Fu Hanye like this, she wouldn’t get any sleep tonight.
He Sheng shifted her neck, trying to move away from him, but how could Fu Hanye let her have her way? With a slight exertion of force, everything returned to its original position, even closer than before.
He Sheng: …
Can I take this back?
This damn brat!
“Little mute.“ the man murmured: “be good.”
He Sheng fell silent, constantly consoling herself—endure for a moment and the sea will be calm; take a step back and live a long life.
Before she knew it, He Sheng also drifted into sleep.
It was a night of good rest. Fu Hanye woke up before He Sheng.
Perhaps because he was not used to sleeping with someone, when he realized there was an extra person in his arms, he froze for a moment.
The early morning was quiet. Sunlight filtered evenly through the thin gauze curtains.
He Sheng’s sleeping position had changed several times. Now she lay on her side facing Fu Hanye, her cheeks flushed with the rosy hue of deep sleep. The ribbon covering her eyes had come loose at some point, revealing her long, thick eyelashes, which trembled lightly with her breathing.
The girl’s breathing was soft, carrying a faint warmth as it brushed against Fu Hanye’s chest, like a feather gently scratching at the tip of his heart.
He felt that his once empty and cold heart seemed to gain a trace of warmth.
Fu Hanye curled his finger, tracing the outline of He Sheng’s face with the back of it. He poked the soft flesh of her cheek, then picked up a fallen eyelash and casually blew on it.
That single breath scattered He Sheng’s dream. She took a deep breath, and as she exhaled, she opened her eyes.
She had a pair of exceptionally beautiful eyes. Even though her vision was not good, they did not appear dull or lifeless. Instead, they were even more crystal clear and bright, like a pool of spring water—pure and moist.
He Sheng blinked, let out a delicate yawn, then lifted the blanket and got out of bed without the slightest reluctance.
Fu Hanye did not stop her. Resting his right arm behind his head, he clicked his tongue. “Little mute, you’re quite skilled at acting like you don’t recognize someone after putting your pants back on. Shouldn’t you give me a good morning kiss before leaving?”
He Sheng ignored him completely.
A good morning kiss?
As if.
Who would go kiss their own “charging device”?
Wasn’t that just absurd?
She still had many things to do today—for example, getting a comfortable spa before attending the birthday banquet, and then putting together a suitable look.
As for Fu Hanye, it didn’t matter whether he dressed up or not. After all, the one who was going to tear things apart today was her.
As long as she looked beautiful and bold, that would be enough.
Before leaving, He Sheng asked Uncle Zhou to call He Qingmei, informing her that there was no need to pick her up in the afternoon—she would go by herself.
Fu Hanye stood on the second floor, watching He Sheng leave. Was it his imagination? The little mute’s back seemed to carry a sense of high-spirited determination.
At five in the afternoon, Uncle Zhou came upstairs and knocked on the door, saying that He Sheng was waiting in the car and asking him to come over.
Fu Hanye tossed aside the game controller, casually grabbed a not-so-formal leather jacket, went downstairs, and got into the back seat.
At first glance, his heart skipped a beat.
The long hair that usually fell over her shoulders had been styled into a bun, secured with a mutton-fat jade hairpin. A black lace ribbon lay across her eyes, complementing her vivid red lips perfectly.
A modified high-collared ink-wash qipao outlined her figure. The girl was somewhat slender, but that only made her waist appear even more delicate. Fu Hanye’s gaze circled her waist, estimating that he could encircle it with just both hands—and probably still have room to spare.
Fu Hanye stroked his chin thoughtfully. What should this be called?
A darkened little white rabbit?
He Sheng sensed his gaze and turned her face slightly, lifting her chin a bit.
—Well? Does it look good?
Fu Hanye smiled without speaking. He Sheng could not see, but the heat spilling from his eyes wove into fine threads, wrapping around her.
“What are you going to the He family for?” Fu Hanye asked.
He Sheng felt around for paper and pen: To give a gift.
Fu Hanye raised an eyebrow, clearly thinking she was foolish. “You’re actually going to give a gift?”
Had she forgotten the attitude of the He family before?
He Sheng curled her lips into a cold smile: To deliver a clock.