The items in the system shop were far more interesting than she had imagined—there were all kinds of strange things, enough to keep her entertained for a long time.
Shen Jiyuan’s reactions were also much more entertaining than she expected.
Shi Qing knew her personality was terrible and her sense of humor was awful.
Shen Jiyuan’s initial cold expression didn’t intimidate her at all. His extremely bad attitude and words didn’t affect her mood either; instead, she found him quite amusing.
From her perspective, Shen Jiyuan was like a little cat angrily meowing—who would take a cute meowing kitten seriously? She even wanted to tease him and make him meow more.
Her hands and the back covered by her long hair bore the scratches of a wild cat’s playful claws. Holding her hand up to the light, the several bright red marks looked quite cheeky.
Young Master Shen had a serious cleanliness obsession—he even kept his nails neatly trimmed. Shi Qing wanted to tease him and asked if he regretted cutting his nails so cleanly. Maybe if he had cut less, his claws would be more damaging. She could tell that Shen really wanted to scratch her to death.
She thought this and actually asked, but Shen Jiyuan ignored her.
His face was half-buried in the pillow; his soft black hair spilled over it, hiding his handsome face entirely.
Shen Jiyuan always held himself to a strict standard of neatness. Even though tonight was Shi Qing’s first time seeing him, it wasn’t hard to notice—from when he came out of the bathroom, thinking he was alone, his hair was tidy and his bathrobe properly worn.
But now, he probably didn’t care about those things anymore.
Never in his life had Shen Jiyuan been this disheveled and terrible-looking. His usually cold and aloof face was now a complete mess. Tears trickled from the corners of his lips to his chin; his wet eyelashes quivered weakly.
Shi Qing smiled.
Like a caring elder, she gently stroked the top of Shen Jiyuan’s head, threading her fingers through his hair softly.
The sensation of fingertips touching the scalp was hard to describe—especially her fingertips sliding and occasionally teasing him by pinching his ear.
Every time she touched him, Shen Jiyuan shuddered. When she pinched his ear, Shi Qing heard his muffled sobs buried in the pillow.
Shi Qing smiled.
Shen Jiyuan was quiet now—probably hypnotizing himself mentally, pretending to be a corpse, treating silence as his last form of protest. He hadn’t been so obedient at the start.
A few hours ago, Shen Jiyuan, who had never even held a woman’s hand, hadn’t realized what was coming. He sharply reprimanded Shi Qing, ordering her off his body.
Though his body was stiff, his expression was calm, his attitude cold, and his words full of disdain and disappointment.
His expression said: she was no different from those women who had tried to approach him before. He would rather die than touch such a woman.
But later, when Shi Qing pulled open Shen Jiyuan’s bathrobe, he completely panicked.
He sensed something was wrong from her actions but had no idea what it meant. Fear of the unknown made his struggle fierce, but in the end, Shi Qing easily subdued him.
By the end, neither shouting nor pleading worked.
Tears mixed with sweat, strands of hair stuck to his cheeks, his vision blurred in waves. Shen Jiyuan felt his heart pounding so hard he was dizzy. The vibrations in his chest were his breathing, chaotic like a leaky bellows making a broken sound.
Why did it come to this? When would it end?
Breath on his skin, rising body temperature, physiological rejection, the intense discomfort brought by tears and sweat—each sensation amplified his feelings a thousandfold, to the point of nausea.
Shen Jiyuan truly felt his stomach cramping. His emotions were swallowed by his senses; his obsessive cleanliness was being tortured to the brink of collapse.
He buried his face in the soft pillow, struggling to breathe. His nose seemed blocked from sobbing. By now, he couldn’t say anything and didn’t want to.
Shi Qing took a deep breath, sat up, swept her thick long hair back, and looked down at Shen Jiyuan.
Shen Jiyuan faced down, his back to her, his beautiful face hidden in the pillow. The white pillow made his black hair look even darker, and through the messy strands, his flushed ears peeked out.
His shoulders were very straight. Between his rapid breaths, his marble-white skin and beautiful spine caught the eye.
Shi Qing swore she had no intention of tormenting Shen Jiyuan.
At least not now—really.
She just naturally liked beautiful things and couldn’t resist touching the slender, elegant shape of his spine beneath the thin skin. Shen Jiyuan’s fingers clenched the bedsheet tightly and twitched again.
This is truly a “child of the world with extraordinary talents,” so pathetic.
Shi Qing found it amusing and leaned close to Shen Jiyuan’s neck, deliberately letting her breath fall on his skin.
The cedar scent on Shen Jiyuan was crisp; Shi Qing liked the smell.
Like his clean scent, Shen Jiyuan’s behavior was like a blank sheet.
He had no experience, understood nothing. At first, he struggled wildly; later, when he felt something, he still didn’t know how to cooperate, letting himself be manipulated like an obedient ball-jointed doll.
Still, even so, Shi Qing found it very interesting.
Just Shen Jiyuan’s strong reactions were enough to entertain her. Being a blank slate didn’t matter. She believed she was a good teacher, and there was still plenty of time in this world.
She found what she wanted in the system shop. The system no longer warned of risks from deviating from the storyline, so it seemed her plan was achievable.
What happens next depends on Shen Jiyuan’s choices.
It would definitely be interesting.
Shi Qing, with a tender feeling, grabbed his chin and forcibly turned his face away from the pillow.
This was a repayment for the very first time Shen Jiyuan had grabbed her chin.
Tears in Shen Jiyuan’s eyes hadn’t yet dried; they soaked his eyelashes, and his long lower lashes clumped together. His entire face was covered in steaming moisture, his black hair falling in front of him.
Shi Qing slowly helped Shen Jiyuan tidy his damp bangs. Shen Jiyuan didn’t react, staring blankly at her.
What could be more exciting than completely messing up a cold, indifferent, and heartless person?
Shi Qing looked at Shen Jiyuan’s unfocused gaze, thrilled to the point that even her fingertips trembled slightly.
She lowered her face a little, bringing her own face close to Shen Jiyuan’s. At such a close distance, she carefully observed him. His eyelashes were long, and his features handsome and well-defined.
After all, this was the face worthy of being the protagonist of this world—a true favored child of heaven.
Shi Qing traced his features with her fingertips, leaned close to his ear, and noticed how even his sweat hairs trembled pitifully as he breathed out.
“Do you know what I was thinking the first time I saw you?”
She lowered her voice, letting the warm breath brush against his ear. Shen Jiyuan’s neck flushed gradually, his Adam’s apple rolling. In the stillness of such close proximity, the faint pulsation of purple veins under the thin skin of his neck was barely visible.
When Shen Jiyuan had grabbed Shi Qing’s chin and questioned why she wasn’t speaking, he was still covered in moisture.
Even when he thought he was alone in the room, he tied his bathrobe tightly.
However, the design of the bathrobe was bound to reveal some skin.
Shi Qing’s gaze never actually left Shen Jiyuan’s body.
“Has anyone ever told you…” Shi Qing smiled softly, “Your legs are really long, really white.”
Even if Shen Jiyuan fainted, he should have been shocked awake by that sentence.
No one had ever said such humiliating words to him. His strong pride made him tremble with anger. His eyes gradually focused, his eye sockets reddened, and he stared at Shi Qing with hatred.
Yes, exactly that kind of look.
Shi Qing couldn’t help but curl her eyes into a smile, planting a tender kiss on Shen Jiyuan’s sweaty forehead, “So pretty.”
“Good that you’re back to your senses, the night is still long.”
As dawn approached, Shi Qing left Shen Jiyuan alone in bed without any guilt.
She used Shen Jiyuan’s bathroom to take a thorough shower, used his high-end hairdryer, and even applied his expensive perfume.
After coming out, she washed her clothes in the washing machine, used the dryer, and finally even sat on the sofa charging her phone with Shen Jiyuan’s charger.
During all this, the room was completely silent. Shen Jiyuan didn’t make a sound. He was so exhausted he couldn’t even lift a finger and had fallen into a deep sleep.
Hmm, you might ask why she didn’t just rest on the bed?
Shi Qing put the fully charged phone in her pocket, glanced at the bed—its sheets were a complete mess. Where was there any place to sit?
She heated some toast from the fridge in the oven, ate two slices, left one on a plate, and kindly left a note: “Remember to eat when you wake up, take care of your body.”
As for the sheets and Shen Jiyuan, she had no intention of cleaning up.
Let Shen Jiyuan tidy up when he woke. She wondered how he would react to seeing the mess when he opened his eyes.
With his unusually strong pride, he probably wouldn’t dare call room service to clean it up. So how would he handle it? Would he hold his waist, scowl, and clean up the mess himself? Or smash everything out of anger? Or break down and be unable to face it—
Just thinking about it was amusing.
Shi Qing gently closed the door and left the room in a very good mood.