On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

Upon hearing this, Yu Jinzhao felt as if his words were like hooks, scraping heavily against her heart, causing her to tremble.

miss...

How long has it been since Si Qing called her that?

Those memories she thought she had forgotten, all the little things they had shared in the past, suddenly resurfaced clearly in her mind.

At that moment, she felt her breathing become erratic. The morning light fell into her eyes, and although it was warm, she felt a throbbing sensation that made it hard to open her eyes. Her vision was blurry, and every nerve in her senses was numb.

She froze for a few seconds, then her gaze gradually returned to focus, and the man's handsome face came into view.

His eyes, still heavy with sleep, were deep and unfocused as he met her gaze, his breathing muffled and hoarse.

This reminded her of how he used to lull her to sleep every night, and how he would always end up sleeping next to her in bed.

So the next morning, he would open his sleepy peach blossom eyes and softly call her "Miss" to wake her up.

As if a replica, she swallowed, unconsciously opened her mouth, and responded to him lazily, just like before.

"Ah Qi..."

He came to the Yu family in July; that's the name she gave him.

He called her Miss, and she called him Ah Qi; it was as if it had become muscle memory.

As her soft, misty voice rang out, the weariness in Si Qing's eyes gradually gave way to clarity.

His long, raven-feather eyelashes fluttered, his Adam's apple bobbed slowly, and his voice was languid yet clear.

"Yu Jinzhao".

It's like an invisible blade piercing the air just before a dream arrives, ripping the illusion in front of you and cutting you back to reality.

Her scalp relaxed, and her gradually clearing eyes reflected his cold and indifferent appearance, his brows revealing an arrogant and aloof air.

That sharp, cold gaze was like snowflakes falling on a frigid island, layer upon layer scattered in the air, cold and menacing.

It was as if the barely audible "young lady" who had just abandoned her defenses was just her hallucination.

While she was still in a daze, he raised a hand to rub his temples, seemingly finding the morning light too bright. After calming himself down, he looked intently into her unfocused eyes and said thoughtfully,

How did you end up in my bed?

Yu Jinzhao's mind was still muddled, but listening to his meaningful tone, her chaotic thoughts began to unravel and organize themselves. She quickly calmed down and began to explain.

"It was an accident."

Si Qing's sharp, dark eyebrows lifted slightly. As his deep eyes moved away from her face, they lingered on a certain spot, seemingly amused. He gave a barely perceptible smirk and clicked his tongue.

Where should I put my hands?

Yu Jinzhao followed his somewhat mischievous gaze, which lingered on her arm that was wrapped around his neck, and she was speechless.

wipe.

She was clearly pushing him, how did it turn into hugging?

She jolted back as if electrocuted, wishing she could slap herself.

He slowly sat up, leisurely took out a cigarette from the bedside table, put it in his thin lips, and then took out a lighter to light it.

The scarlet hue reflected on his angular face, his peach blossom eyes were half-closed, and there was a trace of weariness, which suppressed his usual sharpness and coldness and made him look more relaxed.

For some reason, I was reminded of the descriptions in Song Jingshu's novels of men waking up in the morning and lighting a cigarette after sex...

The next morning! ?

My brain went blank; what the hell was she thinking...?

He held a cigarette in his mouth, met her eyes again, and slowly, his tongue brushed against his cheek, a wild and unrestrained smirk playing on his lips.

"Did you enjoy taking advantage of me, huh?"

After saying that, he took a deep drag on his cigarette, and smoke rings emerged from his mouth, forming a hazy white line that looked perfectly natural.

Yu Jinzhao's eardrums tingled from the meaningful "hmm" at the end of his sentence, leaving him feeling utterly speechless.

He subconsciously let go of her the moment he woke up.

So the current situation is as if she, while he was asleep, transformed into a female hooligan and shamelessly took advantage of him.

Speechless.

There is no big word.

Once again, I experienced what it means to have mud dripping down your pants—even if it's not poop, it still looks like poop.

She stiffly avoided his dark gaze and said calmly,

"When people are not thinking clearly, they will do things unconsciously and uncontrollably. These actions cannot be explained by logical thinking. If we really want to clarify things, you were the one who hugged me first..."

She was completely open and reasonable, saying, "I was careless at the time and didn't dodge, but the problem really wasn't with me."