Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

Warm breeze accompanied the whirring sound of a hair dryer as Song Shiye gently stroked Su Ruonan's hair, carefully combing it. His technique was skillful and gentle, as if he were protecting a precious treasure. Su Ruonan immersed herself in this comfortable atmosphere, enjoying the tranquility and warmth of the moment.

Song Shiye's eyes were focused and affectionate. He carefully observed each strand of Su Ruonan's hair, making sure they were blow-dried and arranged neatly. His fingers gently stroked her scalp, bringing a reassuring touch.

As time went by, Su Ruonan gradually relaxed and began to feel sleepy. Her eyes closed unconsciously and her head began to nod involuntarily, like a cute chick pecking at rice.

Song Shiye noticed her sleepiness, but did not interrupt her. Instead, he silently quickened the movements of his hands, but his movements were still extremely gentle.

When Su Ruonan was about to fall asleep, the sound of the hair dryer suddenly stopped.

Song Shiye whispered, "It's done." His voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of pampering. Song Shiye put down the hair dryer and gently combed Su Ruonan's hair with his hands, letting them fall softly on her shoulders.

Su Ruonan finally woke up from her coma and slowly opened her eyes, with a hint of sleepiness still in them.

I tried to open my hazy eyes, and said sleepily: "Oh"

Song Shiye patted Su Ruonan's shoulder gently and said in a doting tone, "Go to sleep for a while. I'll wake you up when the meal is ready."

"I'm not sleepy..." Su Ruonan tried hard to open her eyes, but her voice was full of sleepiness. She tried to resist the sleepiness that was overwhelming her and forced herself to stay awake.

At this time, it was too late to take a lunch break, but it was not yet time to go to bed, which made her feel a little embarrassed.

"Be good, Mrs. Song, you need to rest first." Song Shiye coaxed softly, and at the same time took Su Ruonan's hand and led her to the bed in the bedroom. His big palm was warm and dry, tightly wrapped around Su Ruonan's slender and tender little hand, as if giving her a sense of security.

Su Ruonan was so tired that she didn't realize that she was being held by Song Shiye's hand. Song Shiye always spoke to her in such a doting tone that made it difficult for her to refuse.

Song Shiye’s bed is very big, more than twice as big as the small bed in his rental house. The white quilt looks thick and soft, like clouds in the sky, and it seems very comfortable to sleep on.

Su Ruonan's body walked uncontrollably to the bedside, reached out and gently stroked the soft quilt, thinking to herself: "This bed is so soft, it must be very comfortable."

In the end, Su Ruonan couldn't resist the temptation of the soft bed. She lifted the corner of the quilt, lay down on it, turned sideways, and soon fell asleep.

Song Shiye tucked the quilt and looked at Su Ruonan who was sleeping soundly. His eyes dimmed and his gaze fell on Su Ruonan's face.

Her long hair, as soft as seaweed, fell over her face and shoulders, slightly obscuring her features.

Song Shiye stretched out his fingers and gently parted the hair, revealing her fair skin. Her skin was delicate and smooth, like white jade, emitting a faint luster. Her eyelashes were like two small fans, casting a light shadow, making you want to touch the soft touch. Her lips were as tender as cherry blossoms, slightly parted, as if inviting something.

Su Ruonan was not sleeping well in her sleep, with her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was enduring some pain.

In the dream, a white kitten was rubbing her cheek gently with its furry head, and the itchy feeling made her very uncomfortable.

"Stop it." Su Ruonan waved her hands impatiently in her sleep, muttering to herself, then turned over and fell asleep again.

When Su Ruonan woke up and glanced out the window, it was already dark. There was no light on in the bedroom, so with the faint light coming through the window, Su Ruonan habitually groped for her phone on the bedside table, but she couldn't find it.

After turning on the bedside lamp and lighting up the bedroom, Su Ruonan realized that she was not in her rental house.

Su Ruonan got up, put on her slippers and walked towards the living room.

The yellowish light in the living room was soft and warm, giving the whole room a cozy atmosphere. A sumptuous meal, carefully prepared, was placed on the dining table, but Song Shiye was nowhere to be seen.

Su Ruonan felt a little puzzled. She walked to the coffee table in the living room, picked up her phone, checked the time, and was surprised to find that it was already seven o'clock in the evening! She couldn't help but widen her eyes and muttered to herself, thinking that she had only dozed off for a moment, but she didn't expect time to pass so quickly.

Su Ruonan walked towards the kitchen, but it was empty. Where did Song Shiye go?

Just as Su Ruonan was about to go to the study to look for it, she suddenly heard a slight noise - the door opened.

Song Shiye walked in with a bulging bag in his hand.

He looked at Su Ruonan and raised his lips: "You're awake."

Su Ruonan replied softly, "Yeah," her voice, having just woken up, was a little lazy and gentle.

Song Shiye was slightly startled, as if touched by the soft voice. But he quickly regained his composure and casually explained, "I went to buy some food. The meal is ready, so you can eat now." After saying that, he casually placed the bag in his hand on the table beside him.

Su Ruonan felt a surge of guilt. She had slept so late, and Song Shiye must have been waiting for a long time. This feeling of guilt made her feel a little overwhelmed, and she silently followed Song Shiye to the dining table.

Su Ruonan looked at the dishes on the table. They happened to be her favorites, and none of them were repeated from the previous times. How could it be such a coincidence every time? The dishes made by Song Shiye happened to be her favorites.

Once or twice, Su Ruonan just thought it was an unexpected coincidence, but after so many times, if she still believed it was a coincidence, she was probably too slow.

Su Ruonan picked up a piece of chicken wing and put it in her mouth. The cola-flavored chicken wing was sweet but not greasy, and the meat was tender and juicy. It was her favorite. She chewed it with satisfaction.

While eating chicken wings, Su Ruonan secretly glanced at Song Shiye.

I saw Song Shiye concentrating on removing fish bones from the steamed sea bass. His technique was so skillful as if he had done it countless times. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were focused and serious.

Could it be that Song Shiye had known him a long time ago? This thought suddenly popped up, causing Su Ruonan's heart to jump.

Su Ruonan thought about it carefully, but couldn't think of any details related to Song Shiye before this. This could only mean that she had forgotten something.

At this time, Song Shiye handed Su Ruonan a bowl of clean sea bass meat with the bones removed. His tone was as natural as if he had done this thousands of times before, and he said casually, "Try it."