18 Wanting to Hold Her Close Every Day
“Ruan Ruan, you’re drooling.”
Ling Qing Ruan snapped back to reality and actually touched her mouth with her hand, only to find there was no drool at all. This old man had tricked her again, what a big liar!
Si Zhanhan was amused by the girl’s little action. He looked even more handsome when he smiled, his cool and elegant face lifting slightly as the corners of his lips curved upward.
“Liar.”
Ling Qing Ruan glared angrily at the man before her, puffing up like a pufferfish when mad, her cheeks bulging out.
Si Zhanhan absolutely adored seeing the young girl like this. He pinched her fair cheek, soft like a ball of white dough.
Why were there girls in this world who could be so soft?
“Don’t touch me!”
Ling Qing Ruan turned over on the bed, wrapping herself up in the blanket again.
“Don’t be angry, Ruan Ruan. Have you thought about what I just said?”
Si Zhanhan asked with immense patience.
He had used all the patience in his lifetime to coax this little ancestor.
Mu Yun, watching from the side, nearly stamped her feet in frustration. Their Second Master was practically begging to marry that woman, yet she still wasn’t willing?
How ungrateful. The number of their Second Master’s admirers could circle the Earth several times over.
Moreover, this woman had no special talents. Aside from being good at crying and somewhat pretty, plus carrying Second Master’s offspring in her belly, she was completely unworthy of their Second Master.
“Hmm? Ruan Ruan?”
Si Zhanhan’s deep voice sounded again, carrying a unique hint of sexiness that was very pleasant to hear.
“Si Zhanhan, what about your girlfriend? If you marry me, what will happen to your girlfriend?” Ling Qing Ruan peeked out from the covers to ask.
Si Zhanhan, “I don’t have a girlfriend, only you. The woman you saw last time at the Manor was someone my… family likes. I don’t like her.”
“Really?”
Ling Qing Ruan finally emerged from the blankets, kneeling beside Si Zhanhan, her pupils clear and transparent.
“Really, I swear.”
Si Zhanhan’s expression was unprecedentedly serious as he looked at Ling Qing Ruan, his dark eyes showing a faint trace of doting.
This young girl was like a blank sheet of paper, making people want to protect her.
Ling Qing Ruan, “I’ll think about it…”
Si Zhanhan, “Ruan Ruan, what do you need to think about?”
“About whether I should marry you and keep this child.”
Ling Qing Ruan hung her head, her voice very soft. What if people at Imperial University found out she was pregnant…
“Alright, take your time to think. I’m not in a hurry.”
Although Si Zhanhan said he wasn’t in a hurry, internally he was extremely anxious. This little girl was too naive, and he wasn’t at ease leaving her alone.
He wished he could hold that little girl close every day, keeping her tucked in his embrace.
Ling Qing Ruan muttered, “Si Zhanhan, give me three days. I’ll give you my answer in three days.”
“Okay.”
“My body has recovered. I want to go back now. Please take me back.”
Ling Qing Ruan climbed out of bed to leave, but was stopped by the man’s large hand wrapping around her waist. An unfamiliar scent washed over her as she was placed on Si Zhanhan’s bent long leg.
“No, you need to rest properly in the hospital.”
Ling Qing Ruan squirmed in the man’s embrace, her two hands clutching his collar. “No, Si Zhanhan, I don’t want to stay in the hospital. I hate the smell of disinfectant. Please take me away.”
Faced with this little troublemaker, Si Zhanhan had no recourse. He gently patted her slender waist.
“Alright, but you have to come home with me. You’re carrying a baby, and I’m not comfortable leaving you alone.”
This woman couldn’t even take care of herself, how could she take care of a child?
“But what about my studies!” Ling Qing Ruan looked anxiously at Si Zhanhan. Her dream was to become a dancer, an international performer.
“Be good. After the child is born, I’ll hire you the best teachers. We’ll definitely make up for all your missed classes.”
Si Zhanhan stood up, effortlessly lifting the girl into his arms, one hand supporting under her knees, the other around her back.
The girl was very light, almost weightless, her whole body carrying a milky scent that was quite pleasant.
Si Zhanhan leaned in closer, his warm breath spraying by the young girl’s ear. Ling Qing Ruan felt her ear tickle, the sensation traveling all the way to the small of her back.
“Si Zhanhan, put me down. I can walk by myself.”
“No, you’re carrying a child. What if you fall?”
Ling Qing Ruan muttered, “I’m grown up, I can walk by myself. How could I possibly fall? I’m not a three-year-old child.”
“Still not allowed. I’m holding you.”
Ling Qing Ruan rested her head on Si Zhanhan’s shoulder. Then, just like that, Si Zhanhan carried her out of the hospital. So embarrassed, she buried her entire face in the man’s chest, afraid others might see her.
“Is the little girl this shy?”
Ling Qing Ruan pressed tightly against Si Zhanhan’s chest, her head against his shoulder, her whole body soft. Si Zhanhan couldn’t resist pinching the girl’s waist.
Despite her slender frame, her figure was actually quite good. Not that he would say how he knew…
“Mmm…”
The girl in his arms let out a soft whimper, resisting this action of his.
“Good Ruan Ruan, although I’m old, I’m not that unsightly.”
Ling Qing Ruan shook her head, tears glistening in her eyes. She hadn’t made up her mind yet, feeling very conflicted, unsure what choice to make.
She was just an 18-year-old girl. Why was she being given such a difficult problem?
(′へ, )
Si Zhanhan carried Ling Qing Ruan into the car, shielding the person in his arms the entire time as if tending to his own eyeballs, afraid she might get bumped or hurt.
Mu Yun and the others were astounded. Their Second Master cared too much about this woman. So what if she was pregnant?
What was the big deal?
He treated her like a treasure, afraid she’d melt in his mouth, afraid she’d fall from his hands.
“Si Zhanhan, put me down. I’ll sit beside you.” Ling Qing Ruan gently pushed against the man’s chest, her strength minimal, like a little kitten.
Si Zhanhan gently placed Ling Qing Ruan beside him. The girl sat next to him, her figure petite, her face delicate and slim, her dark almond-shaped eyes large and bright.
“Ruan Ruan, have you decided? If you have, we can go get the marriage certificate now.”
Ling Qing Ruan nearly bit her tongue. The marriage certificate again!
He wanted to take her to get the certificate every day!
“No, I haven’t decided yet. You said you’d give me three days.”
“Okay, three days it is. Give me your answer in three days.”
Si Zhanhan’s large hand wandered restlessly to the girl’s belly again.
Was there really his baby inside? Why couldn’t he feel it?
“Don’t touch me.Even when angry, the soft girl remained gentle, fierce yet cute, lacking any authority but instead somewhat adorable.