“…I don’t remember.”
“?”
“Don’t look at me like that. I really don’t.”
Xiao Ji frowned, as though reluctant to revisit those painful memories.
“The doctor said the shock was too much, so my brain blocked that part out.”
Song Liang studied him with a frown. He had deliberately held something back, mentioning only that he and the original owner’s mother had been at the accident scene.
And now Xiao Ji said he couldn’t remember.
“Have you ever considered getting treatment?”
“…”
Xiao Ji’s face darkened.
“Wouldn’t a normal person apologize and offer some comfort right now?”
Why was this man looking at him with disdain?
He couldn’t help demanding, “Do you really like me?”
Song Liang raised an eyebrow.
“Remember, I’ve saved you twice.”
Xiao Ji choked on his words, then suddenly said, “You saved my uncle too.”
“…”
The room went quiet.
Then Xiao Ji’s expression soured.
“How many people do you like, exactly?”
Song Liang thought for a moment and replied slyly, “You’re the only one I want to marry.”
Xiao Ji’s face grew warm. For a moment, he said nothing.
Seeing that he wasn’t going to learn anything more, Song Liang stood and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Xiao Ji’s eyes widened.
“What are you doing?” he asked in alarm.
“Taking a shower.”
Song Liang quickly stripped off his bloodstained shirt and headed for the bathroom.
“You can’t get the wound on your hand wet.”
Looking at his narrow, supple waist and the defined contours of his back, Xiao Ji’s throat tightened.
“Do you need me to help—”
Click.
Before he could finish, Song Liang shut the bathroom door.
Xiao Ji: “…”
And here he had actually hoped the man was hinting at something.
The room fell silent, making the sound of running water especially clear. The image of Song Liang removing his shirt flashed through Xiao Ji’s mind, and his throat tightened again.
Then his phone rang.
It was Yu Hang. A problem had come up with the project, and he needed Xiao Ji to come over.
Xiao Ji frowned and glanced toward the bathroom again. In the end, he agreed.
After hanging up, he sent Song Liang a message and hurried out.
When Song Liang emerged from the bathroom, the room was empty. Only after reading the message did he learn that Xiao Ji had gone back to the office.
He was about to put his phone down when the doorbell rang.
Assuming Xiao Ji had forgotten something, he opened the door.
“What did you lea—”
Before he could finish, he saw who was standing outside.
The tall man had changed into a white shirt and suit waistcoat. He stood quietly in the doorway, his sleeves casually rolled up, his open collar revealing a patch of cool, pale skin.
A few strands of hair fell loosely at his temples. His dark green eyes looked even deeper beneath the dim corridor lights.
Much of his usual aloof, forbidding elegance had faded, replaced by something intimate and lingering.
The charged atmosphere left Song Liang speechless.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Xiao Yi’s gaze discreetly passed over his bathrobe and the pale skin visible at its collar. Only after confirming there were no marks did he speak.
“Your nephew’s inside,” Song Liang replied calmly.
“He went back to the office.”
Song Liang: “…”
He knew the man wouldn’t leave so easily. So this was what he had been waiting for.
With complicated feelings, he looked at Xiao Yi.
“Do you think it’s appropriate to send your nephew away in the middle of the night and enter his fiancé’s room?”
Xiao Yi stepped closer. Reaching out, he brushed the exposed side of Song Liang’s neck and wiped away a droplet of water.
“I think it’s perfectly appropriate,” he said in a low voice.
Song Liang: “…”
An older man really abandoned all shame once he started flirting.
The fingers at his neck were long and slightly cool. They stroked intermittently down toward his collarbone, sending tingling sensations deep into his bones.
Song Liang quietly stepped back to let him in, moving away from that hand in the process.
Xiao Yi didn’t mind. He followed him inside, shut the door, and pulled him back.
Still considering his next move, Song Liang was caught off guard as he was drawn backward and pressed against the door.
Xiao Yi’s handsome, sharply defined face was right before him, so close that a slight dip of his head would bring their lips together.
Song Liang: “…”
“Does your hand still hurt?”
When he didn’t answer, Xiao Yi glanced down at his still-damp lips, then back into his eyes.
“Are you angry? Because I sent Xiao Ji away? Shall I call him back?”
“…”
Song Liang’s head hurt.
“He’s your nephew, not a dog.”
Xiao Yi gave a low laugh. His chest vibrated against Song Liang’s, warm with the rise and fall of his heartbeat. His hot breath brushed Song Liang’s face, intimate and scorching.
“I know he’s my nephew. I just don’t feel comfortable leaving him alone with you.”
“We’re engaged. It’s a legitimate—hiss!”
The sudden pain at his neck made Song Liang suck in a sharp breath.
Before he could resist, the man biting him released his teeth and gently licked the spot.
The warm, slick sensation came with an enveloping scent of snow and greenery, surging over him as though to bury him completely.
Song Liang felt simultaneously clearheaded and dizzy. He couldn’t tell whether the alcohol was hitting him again or whether it was the lingering effect of losing too much blood.
Fortunately, Xiao Yi went no further. He straightened, drew back from Song Liang’s neck, and looked at the mark he had left.
“I can let the engagement pass. But don’t let me find out you’ve taken things any further with him. Otherwise, I’ll make you regret it. All right?”
Song Liang: “…”
He couldn’t see anything all right about that.
Taking his silence as agreement, Xiao Yi leisurely straightened his bathrobe collar. Then he touched Song Liang’s lips, stroking them a few times and pressing lightly.
As the finger threatened to become even more intrusive and slip inside, Song Liang finally lost patience.
He caught the offending hand and raised an eyebrow at those deep green eyes.
“…Haven’t you evolved a little too quickly in one evening? Straight from monk to lecher?”
Xiao Yi was silent for a moment.
Then he leaned in, pressed Song Liang into his embrace, and held both sides of his waist tightly. His lips brushed Song Liang’s cheek.
“You seduced me first,” he said hoarsely.
“…”
“You were the one who appeared before me first.”
“…”
The murmurs beside his ear were gentle yet persistent.
Song Liang let out a long breath and couldn’t help asking the system, 【Has he developed a bug?】
3085 replied gloomily, 【…Probably. The plot stopped resembling anything I know ages ago. A bug in the villain is hardly surprising.】
Song Liang asked, 【Since he doesn’t mind me being engaged to Xiao Ji, does that mean he won’t mind me marrying him either?】
After a pause, 3085 replied, 【Why don’t you try asking him?】
Feeling the dull ache in his waist from Xiao Yi’s grip, Song Liang ultimately didn’t dare.
【Let’s behave ourselves from now on, all right? No more flirting with everyone.】
Song Liang: “…”
When Song Liang woke the next morning, his waist ached.
While washing up, he lifted his bathrobe to look.
Wonderful. A row of purplish finger marks on each side. The bite mark on the right side of his neck was equally conspicuous.
Seeing him stare silently into the mirror for so long, 3085 couldn’t help saying, 【You shouldn’t have saved him yesterday. Going soft on the main villain is the worst mistake a mission taker can make.】
Song Liang felt wronged.
He had been drunk and hadn’t understood what was happening. When he saw someone thrust a knife toward him, he thought it was meant for him and instinctively caught it.
Who could have known the target was the man behind him?
“My damned subconscious.”
Song Liang clicked his tongue.
“I really am a born powerhouse.”
3085 sighed. 【Enough admiring yourself. Think about what we’re going to do.】
“Whatever needs doing.”
Song Liang looked at himself in the mirror, arrogant and composed.
“What can he do? Tie me up?”
A few minutes later, he opened his door and found a neat line of black-clad bodyguards outside.
At their head, Yang Xun regarded him coldly.
“Xiao Yi told me to bring some men to watch… protect you.”
Song Liang: “…”
He had heard that.
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