Shen Yue looked around.
Sang Fan said, "The guest room is a bit messy. It needs to be cleaned before it's habitable tomorrow."
Shen Yue nodded.
She sat on the sofa, her lashes naturally drooping, casting a shadow on her pale eyelids, making her appear to exude a captivating gentleness.
Sang Fan's heart skipped a beat, his nerves buzzing for a moment.
Upon realizing this, he immediately averted his gaze.
After a while, the atmosphere was quiet.
"I'm a bit sleepy," Shen Yue said, looking up at him honestly.
Sang Fan: "...Okay."
His lips tightened, and he immediately returned to the bedroom, wondering why he was standing there like an idiot.
By midnight, Sang Fan was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, staring at the dark ceiling, with no hint of drowsiness.
The silence around him was absolute.
There was no movement from the living room; the girl should be asleep.
He got out of bed, smoked a few cigarettes, and felt a dryness in his throat. He tiptoed to the refrigerator for a bottle of water.
The air conditioning was a bit cold. The girl lying on the sofa was slender and petite, her blanket not covering her properly, her arm exposed.
Sang Fan watched for a long time before slowly walking over.
He leaned down and pulled the blanket up to cover the girl. For some reason, he didn't leave immediately but slowly crouched down.
The faint fragrance that wafted to his nose made his pupils constrict, and he frowned slightly.
The last time he was on the hospital lawn, he had fallen asleep with a similar scent.
That was the first time in half a year that he had slept so soundly.
He sat beside the sofa, a thick carpet spread beneath him, which was quite comfortable.
In the dim light, Sang Fan's gaze was like an invisible sharp sword, scanning every part of the girl's face.
Exquisite and beautiful, so pure that he couldn't bear to taint her.
Her breathing was light, her chest rising and falling subtly. The breath she exhaled felt like a feather brushing against his heart, agitating his nerves.
It was already late at night, and the moon was hidden by dark clouds.
Sang Fan propped his chin with his hand, staring intently at the sleeping girl before him.
Perhaps he himself didn't realize it, but his eyes were filled with a chilling obsession.
Her gentle breath brushed against his face, giving him a strange sense of dizziness, his fingertips trembling slightly.
Then he heard his own heartbeat, strong and powerful.
He lay beside her, his long legs awkwardly tucked together. It wasn't a comfortable position, as his height made him feel constrained here, yet he couldn't bear to leave.
He just watched the girl quietly, their faces very close, their breaths mingling.
A profound sleepiness he had never experienced before washed over him. Sang Fan had never felt this way before; simply watching brought a fullness to his heart.
And then he slept until dawn.
He slept until 8 AM.
When Sang Fan woke up, his eyes were clear and calm, as if he had never slept, but his spirit felt unprecedentedly relaxed.
This time, he no longer doubted.
No matter how strange it was, this was how it was.
The girl could inexplicably cure his six-month-long insomnia.
This was a good thing. Sang Fan was already contemplating how to get the girl to stay for a few more days.
Shen Yue was woken by a fragrance. She got up groggily, her hair messy.
Sang Fan had just come out of the kitchen, holding a steaming bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean meat, emanating a fragrant aroma.
Sang Fan looked at her, his voice deep and pleasant.
"The guest room has been tidied up and has a bathroom. Go wash up quickly."
Shen Yue obediently nodded and went to the guest room to wash.
She was very hungry. Shen Yue finished washing up quickly and looked at the lavish breakfast on the table, her eyes filled with admiration for the man.
"You're amazing."
This was a sincere exclamation.
The corners of Sang Fan's mouth curved into a subtle arc, very small and disappearing quickly.
His surface calm, he regulated his breathing, his voice slightly unsteady. "I can do many things. You'll find out later that these are nothing."
Shen Yue's eyes brightened even more after hearing this.
It was rare for men to cook, let alone cook so well.
None of the men around Shen Yue could cook.
Neither her father nor Jiang Bainian.
Shen Yue took a bite, her eyes widening like a cute little white rabbit. "Your future girlfriend is lucky."
"Is she?"
Sang Fan's tone was light, his voice magnetic, as if he had merely rolled his Adam's apple.
Shen Yue soon lost the inclination to speak, her entire attention focused on the breakfast.
It was truly delicious.
The ingredients were the same, yet Sang Fan's cooking tasted far better than others', even rivaling that of a master chef.
It was certainly much better than the chef at the Shen family's house.
The Shen family's chef always added medicinal herbs to their soup or congee, which turned even the most delicious dishes into bitter, strange-tasting concoctions, losing their original flavor.
This caused Shen Yue to have no appetite for meals, eating as little as possible.
Despite the Shen family's chef's daily variety of dishes, none could pique her appetite.
After eating, Shen Yue自觉地乖乖洗碗。
She washed the dishes meticulously, then took two pieces of paper to dry her hands.
Sang Fan came out after changing his clothes. He was wearing different clothes today; a simple black shirt outlined his perfect physique, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, every inch flowing and full of power.
He had unbuttoned two buttons, revealing his collarbone.
His handsomeness was tinged with wildness, exuding sexy hormones at all times.
He was already handsome, but his mountain-like aura was very imposing.
Shen Yue wiped her hands dry and politely asked, "Are you going out?"
Sang Fan, who was adjusting his collar, paused slightly at her words, looked at her, and nodded.
Shen Yue fiddled with the corner of her clothes, feeling that she should say something.
Just then, Sang Fan's phone on the coffee table rang.
Sang Fan walked over to answer the call.
Xiao Yansheng's boisterous voice came from the other end of the phone, his loud voice carrying far even through the mobile.
"Old Sang! Why haven't you arrived yet? Xia Qiong is already at the exhibition. If you don't hurry, you'll be too late."
Sang Fan replied indifferently, not in the least bit hurried.
"Soon."
"Where are you now?"
"On the way."
"Hurry up! Or you really won't make it. If you can't seize such a good opportunity, do you still want to pursue Xia Qiong?"
Instinctively, Sang Fan lowered the volume of his phone, glanced at the girl beside him with his peripheral vision, said a few perfunctory words in a low voice, and immediately hung up the call.