Once upon a time, Ye Siyu had sat on the sofa just like this, with Fei Shi kneeling at her feet.
Back then, she was still President Ye of the Ye Group.
And that day was also the first day she brought Fei Shi home, the night they returned from the harbor.
Inside the mid-level villa stood Fei Shi. She was a little afraid, hugging her arms, her eyes downturned, not daring to look at Ye Siyu sitting on the sofa opposite her.
Those eyes condensed with a misty watery sheen, and her long eyelashes were dampened with moisture. Her fair skin appeared pale because of tension. Beneath the smooth, slender lines of her neck, the outline of her collarbone was faintly visible, making it clear she was striving with all her might to restrain some emotion.
What kind of emotion could that be? Fear?
Was it because no one else was present at the moment, so she instinctively felt afraid?
Ye Siyu spoke, offering a faint smile. “I don’t eat people.”
She leaned back against the sofa, looking at Fei Shi, yet she had long forgotten the line she had uttered in front of everyone on her friend’s boat not long ago, that she was in a hurry to eat a mermaid.
At this moment, Ye Siyu crossed her long legs, sitting in a relaxed posture.
Her knees reflected the moonlight slipping in through the window, her pale, smooth legs dazzling to the eye.
Fei Shi’s gaze slowly shifted to Ye Siyu’s legs. Beneath the veil of her long lashes, her eyes quietly landed on those sleek, distinctly sculpted ankles.
The high heels covered in full diamonds worn on her feet served only to accentuate the slender, beautiful lines of her legs.
“Tell me. There are no outsiders here anyway, what is your name?”
As Ye Siyu’s voice sounded, Fei Shi slowly raised her eyes. “Sister, my name is Fei Shi…”
Originally, this was just a name given in jest, mainly because Ye Siyu never believed she had actually lost her memory.
So she had casually called her Fei Shi, a play on “troublesome”…
“Your real name.”
Fei Shi fell silent for two seconds before speaking. “I really don’t remember.”
Well then. A genuine amnesia trope. A plotline that even TV dramas wouldn’t dare to write so casually had actually happened to her.
Ye Siyu wasn’t so easily convinced, suspecting it was merely a clever little trick used by a pretty girl to manipulate people’s hearts.
“Then tomorrow, I’ll have a doctor come over to check on you. If necessary, I’ll get you prescribed some medication.”
A trace of sorrow and confusion floated across Fei Shi’s brows, but she still slowly walked over and gently squatted down in front of Ye Siyu.
With one hand, she held Ye Siyu’s ankle, and with the other, she removed Ye Siyu’s high heels, slipping a pair of comfortable leather slippers onto Ye Siyu’s feet, which were as fine and white as jade.
She was so submissive and gentle, keeping her head low and eyelashes downturned. From Ye Siyu’s angle, the bridge of her nose was tall and delicate, her lashes thick and long.
Having meekly helped her change into slippers, she remained squatted there, looking up at her. Watery light shimmered within her eyes.
“Sister, although it might sound unreasonable to you, I… I really don’t remember why I fell into the sea, nor do I remember my name. I really am not lying to you.”
When she spoke, her eyes welled with clear, flowing water.
The brow that Ye Siyu had subconsciously knitted actually smoothed out gently.
It had to be said, Ye Siyu truly had a soft spot for this.
Immediately after, Fei Shi lowered her head slightly and raised her fingers to gently part her thick black hair.
As the black hair parted, it revealed a patch of injured scalp.
It was as if a perfect piece of art had been ruthlessly damaged by an impudent bastard from somewhere, showing no tender affection for the beauty at all.
“A blunt force injury?”
Ye Siyu remembered that before her aunt divorced her alcoholic ex-husband, her aunt had a similar wound on her head.
Supposedly, she was hit with a club by that scoundrel. Back then, Ye Siyu was small, with thin arms and legs, yet she rushed forward to protect her aunt. Finally, after others restrained that drunkard, she picked up a baseball bat and smashed it hard on that thing’s head, splitting his scalp open in the exact same way…
The wound on Fei Shi’s head was clearly more severe than a normal impact. Coupled with having been soaked in seawater for a period of time, some of the hair near the wound was stuck to the blood scab on her scalp, looking quite serious.
After all this time, it was the first time she had peeled open her wound for someone to see.
When parting her hair, Fei Shi’s fingers were trembling, her lips bitten tight as if she were enduring the pain.
For no apparent reason, Ye Siyu felt a surge of heartache. She took Fei Shi by the wrist and pulled her up to sit beside her.
“Does it hurt?”
Sitting next to Ye Siyu, Fei Shi kept her eyes lowered and shook her head gently.
“It doesn’t hurt… but… I’m scared.”
Having said that, she raised her eyes timidly to glance at Ye Siyu, then lowered them again, softly shifting her body from the sofa onto Ye Siyu’s thighs.
Suddenly having her thighs sat on felt like a fragrant, soft little cat burrowing into her arms.
Without the slightest aversion, Ye Siyu raised her hand and stroked Fei Shi’s fair cheek. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll get a family doctor to look at you. It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember anything, just stay here for now.”
This exquisitely decorated villa was part of the earliest wave of luxury real estate developments for the wealthy in Bauhinia City. Ye Siyu had acquired it from a British owner when she came here to expand her business, renovating it according to her own taste, and she was very satisfied with it.
However, this place was ultimately just a temporary residence, making it quite suitable to arrange for Fei Shi to stay here.
“Sister.”
Ye Siyu’s train of thought was interrupted as her hand was cupped by a pair of long, slender, white hands.
“I want to stay with sister. If sister goes to live somewhere else, I want to stay with sister there too.”
So she had noticed from the very beginning that this was only a temporary residence.
Ye Siyu didn’t speak, pointing to the side. “There’s a medical kit over there. Take it out, and I’ll ask Auntie Li to help bandage you up.”
There were, of course, other staff members in this villa. It was just that Ye Siyu didn’t like having outsiders around after she returned. Auntie Li, the dedicated housekeeper brought from the capital, along with two Filipino domestic helpers, as well as some gardeners and chefs, were all staying in the small courtyard in the front yard.
Fei Shi paused, stood up from Ye Siyu’s lap, and went over to get the medical kit. She looked back, her eyes glistening with watery light, but ultimately returned carrying the kit.
She slowly knelt on the carpet at Ye Siyu’s feet, but placed the medical kit on the sofa instead.
Then she stared up at Ye Siyu with a pair of tear-filled, watery big eyes.
This pure, innocent eye attack.
A direct hit to the heart.
Furthermore, Fei Shi’s looks were simply impossible to refuse.
After hesitating for two seconds, Ye Siyu had already opened the medical kit.
Pinching tweezers holding an iodine swab, her hands appeared quite clumsy as she handled the wound.
Fei Shi’s shoulders kept trembling lightly, but she endured it the whole time without making a single sound.
Finally finished, Ye Siyu used all her effort just to stick the tape on straight.
“Alright. Tomorrow, we’ll have a doctor come over to treat it properly. Tonight, you’ll just have to make do and sleep…”
Ye Siyu’s words were blocked in her mouth as her lips were covered by another set of soft lips.
Fei Shi, who had originally been kneeling on the long pile carpet in front of Ye Siyu’s feet, now propped herself up slightly. Still maintaining a kneeling posture, she leaned her body forward, tilting her face up to peck Ye Siyu’s lips bit by bit.
Her posture resembled a small animal beneath a tree gazing up at a snake fruit in the branches, gently raising its body and craning its neck, probing bit by bit.
The fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose, her arms filled with warm sweetness. Being teased like this, how could Ye Siyu possibly control herself?
Leaning down, she responded passionately, while also using her hand to clasp the back of Fei Shi’s head and hair.
The night was as dim and obscure as a dream.
Entwined arms were covered in a fine layer of fragrant sweat. A hand as fine and white as jade abruptly pinched the other’s waist. Perhaps out of pain or some other intense emotion, the sweat dusted fingers tightened, the gaps between the fingers sinking almost deep into the skin, leaving red marks.
Only by tilting her neck back could she stop the drowning sensation of suffocation, clinging tightly to the other person to steady her tottering frame…