A beautiful summer night

Xia Wanzhi slowly moved to the bathroom door and watched Xie Qiyan check the showerhead.

He took off his suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt to reveal half of his strong forearm, with light blue veins slightly protruding.

Xia Wanzhi touched it once, and it felt very nice.

The showerhead was leaking, but he didn't fix it. He just unscrewed it in a few quick movements, then went to the cabinet under the sink and found a spare showerhead to replace it.

Xia Wanzhi paused for a moment, then went inside, squatted down slightly, and rummaged through the cabinet.

In addition to a spare shower head, the cabinet also contains spare toiletries and a full set of repair tools.

Before this, she had never known that these things were hidden here.

This was the first time she had opened the cabinet under the sink.

Xia Wanzhi couldn't quite understand it.

How did Xie Qiyan know that the cabinet contained what he needed?

"Okay." After Xie Qiyan replaced the shower head and tested the water, he put it back in its place after confirming that there were no problems. He turned around and saw Xia Wanzhi's expression, which was half blank and half incredulous. He then slowly realized what he had just done.

It was a bit too natural and effortless.

"It's just a new showerhead, no need to idolize me like this." Xie Qiyan didn't feel guilty at all. He washed and dried his hands and lifted Xia Wanzhi, who was squatting slightly.

Xia Wanzhi snapped out of her daze and slapped his hand away: "How did you know I have a spare showerhead at home?"

"Isn't this common sense?" Xie Qiyan said confidently.

Xia Wanzhi choked: "Life... common sense?"

The young lady, who has never even bought her own daily necessities, certainly lacks common sense.

Xie Qiyan nodded without batting an eye: "Otherwise what?"

Xia Wanzhi believed it immediately: "Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Xie, for condescending to change my shower head."

"You're welcome, it was no trouble at all." Xie Qiyan walked past her out of the bathroom and naturally went into the kitchen to check all the possible leaks.

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

This person is acting like it's their own home.

"Let's go, go get your things." Having found no problems, Xie Qiyan came out of the kitchen and stood next to Xia Wanzhi, casually patting the top of her head.

Xia Wanzhi rubbed her head, looking resentful: "..."

That's rude; they're touching me inappropriately.

"I didn't leave anything with you." That's what she said, but Xia Wanzhi still followed.

Changsheng squatted at the door waiting. Xia Wanzhi's eyes lit up. Before Xie Qiyan could take his hand off the doorknob, she bent down, put her arm through Xie Qiyan's arm, and hugged Changsheng directly.

Changsheng was an old cat and remained calm. Xia Wanzhi fed him while Xie Qiyan was away on business. Perhaps because he was familiar with her, Changsheng rubbed against Xia Wanzhi's chest, completely ignoring Xie Qiyan.

Xie Qiyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

After fourteen years of raising him, Xia Changsheng has never been seen rubbing against anyone's chest.

This color embryo.

Xie Qiyan hissed inwardly again.

But it clearly doesn't have eggs.

While Xie Qiyan was distracted, Xia Wanzhi had already taken Changsheng to the cat room, naturally and skillfully poured new cat food into the cat bowl, and then cleaned the cat litter.

Xie Qiyan never used an automatic litter box or automatic feeder for Changsheng.

He doesn't mind the trouble; on the contrary, he likes to do everything himself.

"If you didn't know better, you'd think Changsheng had changed owners." Xie Qiyan leaned against the door of the cat room with his arms crossed, watching her.

A person and a cat, living in perfect harmony.

The cat, Changsheng, was squatting at Xia Wanzhi's feet, rubbing against her vigorously.

Xia Wanzhi raised her eyebrows slightly, ignoring Xie Qiyan's strange tone, and ran out to wash her hands before running back to hug Changsheng.

Before he could even squat down, Xie Qiyan grabbed his arm.

"Dry your hands," Xie Qiyan ordered.

Xia Wanzhi held out her hands for him to check: "It's dry."

"The back of her hand." Xie Qiyan turned her hand over to reveal the back of her hand.

Water droplets were clearly visible flowing down it.

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

Xie Qiyan found it inexplicably funny to see her puffing out her cheeks, looking defiant yet obediently going back to the kitchen to get paper to wipe her hands.

Changsheng followed Xie Qiyan to the living room and jumped onto the exquisite antique-style gift box placed on the coffee table.

Xia Wanzhi's gaze followed Changsheng, making it hard for her not to notice the box.

She suddenly realized what Xie Qiyan meant when he told her to come and take her things.

This is a gift he brought back for her from his business trip to Nancheng.

Two square boxes.

Two portions.

Xie Tan only has one copy.

Xia Wanzhi seemed slightly uncomfortable: "All...mine?"

"Hmm." Xie Qiyan's posture was lazy. He hadn't put down the sleeve that he had rolled up while fixing the shower head. If you looked closely, you could still see a few drops of water that hadn't dried yet.

She doesn't dry her hands, but he does the same.

Xia Wanzhi looked as if she were possessed by a ghost, reached out and grabbed a tissue to wipe herself.

Xie Qiyan looked at her with his eyelashes lowered, his fingers curling slightly.

After Xia Wanzhi finished doing this, she looked up and met his deep eyes, and stammered, "There's something dirty in there."

Xie Qiyan cooperatively rotated his arm: "Are you sure this isn't about taking advantage?"

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

"It's true!" Xia Wanzhi had always wanted to have the upper hand over him since she was a child, and she would make up stories even if they were just making things up.

So he used both hands to pull his sleeves up even higher.

Her sleeve was pulled up, revealing a rather grotesque scar on her upper arm.

Xia Wanzhi was suddenly startled.

There really is something there.

Xie Qiyan never expected that she would be so bold as to lift up his clothes.

He lowered his gaze and casually pulled down the sleeve of his shirt.

Normally, he would have teased her in a cheeky way, asking if she was trying to molest him, but now, a sinister glint was hidden in his jet-black eyes.

This is his ugly past, and it shouldn't be shown to her.

He has never exposed his scars to others.

Whether it's physical or mental.

"Were you scared?" Xie Qiyan snapped his fingers near her ear, forcibly pulling her back to her senses.

Xia Wanzhi's gaze was sharp. After staring at him for a while, she suddenly pulled up his sleeve again, catching him off guard.

Xie Qiyan: "..."

Could it be that I really intend to sexually assault him?

The shirt could only be pulled up to the upper arm, but Xie Qiyan's scar seemed to be spreading upwards. Xia Wanzhi used some force but couldn't pull it up any higher, so she could only use her palm to probe through the clothes.

Xie Qiyan's breath hitched.

"Xia Wanzhi, just say so if you want to touch me." Xie Qiyan's voice was slightly deep.

Xia Wanzhi moved her lips slightly: "I want to."

Xie Qiyan: "..."

Now he can't do it.

"Could you unbutton it and let me see?" Xia Wanzhi asked anxiously, clearly not out of concern.

His relationship with her hasn't reached that point yet.

Xie Qiyan narrowed his eyes, thinking that she seemed to be confirming something.

Making a man unbutton his shirt in front of you, that's really...

Audacious.

That's what he thought, but Xie Qiyan hesitated for a moment before finally unbuttoning one of his buttons.

He was moving too slowly, and he seemed to be doing it half-heartedly. Xia Wanzhi was getting impatient, so she leaned over and caught the three pills in a few quick movements.

The well-developed pectoral muscles are fully exposed.

Xie Qiyan unconsciously softened his breathing: "..."

That's a bit too forceful.

But Xia Wanzhi's thoughts were entirely on the scar on his left arm.

The sleeve was pulled down, exposing Xie Qiyan's entire shoulder to the air.

Xia Wanzhi's expression froze as she saw the scar that stretched from his shoulder to his arm.