Shen Yue was also very excited, and since Jiang Wei wasn't around, she could show off her skills.
Song Yan had drunk some alcohol, his complexion still as refined as jade, but his ear tips were actually red. He lowered his head and whispered a few words to Bai Qingzhen, then put down his wine glass and walked in a certain direction.
Shen Yue, who had been paying attention to Song Yan, silently followed him.
Song Yan went to the restroom and came out shortly after. He had drunk some alcohol and rubbed his brow bone.
After walking a distance, Song Yan saw a figure blocking his path. Due to the alcohol, his mind was still a bit hazy.
Within a meter's distance, Shen Yue took two steps and arrived in front of Song Yan. The young man's face was gentle, his features even more perfect, divided by the scattered light and shadow. His reaction was a beat too slow.
Song Yan's eyes lowered slightly, his gaze sweeping over, and he saw the girl's slender, fair neck and her exposed fair arms, perfectly suited to be held in one's palm and played with. Finally, his gaze settled on that face, which was almost excessively beautiful.
Her dark, moist eyes were unexpectedly serene and pure, of an indescribable color, looking at him timidly. Her lips were rosy and full, like overripe juice, emitting a faint fragrance.
Her eyes were full of white, perfectly suited for other colors to be imprinted upon them.
Song Yan held his breath, his gaze direct and burning, without any concealment.
Getting closer, Song Yan could smell the faint fragrance emanating from her.
So small, she was perfect for holding in one's arms.
Shen Yue didn't notice the strangeness in his eyes. She was still preparing herself psychologically; she was now a villainous cannon fodder driven mad by jealousy, needing to do something particularly outrageous to cause a misunderstanding.
Looking at Song Yan's pale lips, Shen Yue couldn't bring herself to initiate a kiss. After all, Song Yan seemed very resistant to her. Would there be a risk to her life if she kissed him?
She carefully extended her hand, tentatively reaching up to the young man's broad shoulders. Her long eyelashes trembled incessantly with tension and unease.
Her brows furrowed slightly, her lowered lashes obscuring her pupils. She pursed her lips and leaned closer to the man's mouth. The fragrance grew stronger. Song Yan felt his head spinning more and more. He subconsciously gripped the girl's waist.
A soft touch met his lips, followed by an overwhelming fragrance.
Shen Yue raised her eyes and cautiously observed Song Yan's expression. Seeing his expression darken, she thought he had sobered up and, trembling, instinctively tried to pull away.
She almost forgot her mission.
Song Yan was lost for two seconds. He tightened his arm, and the person who was trying to retreat bumped into his chest due to inertia.
He looked down, saying nothing. His deep, dark eyes stared quietly at the girl, his throat bobbing.
He pursed his lips as if restraining himself, the faint fragrance still lingering. His gaze uncontrollably swept directly over the girl's beautiful, delicate face and her rosy lips.
They looked like ripe cherries.
They looked sweet and soft.
As if sensing his thoughts, the girl tilted her head. Her slender, soft arms tentatively wound around his neck like dancing vines, pulling him down.
Song Yan offered no resistance, nor did he refuse.
He almost yielded to the force, leaning down with his eyes dark and unreadable.
—
He took the initiative, holding her fiercely.
His mind was reeling, and he uncontrollably held her trembling lips. The fragrance was truly sweet and cloying, not faint, but rich, assaulting his senses.
The girl's thin eyelids were tinged with red, and her dark eyes misted over.
His hands, clasped around her waist, were burning and large, gripping her with ferocity, completely different from his gentle exterior. They were two extremes.
She was forced to tilt her head back high, her long, graceful neck forming a fragile arc.
Song Yan's palms, holding Shen Yue's arms, were damp with sweat.
The dazzling flashes of light made Song Yan reflexively close his eyes. When he opened them again, his reason returned. Upon seeing the mobile phone in Shen Yue's hand, he instantly sobered up.
Almost without hesitation, he pushed the girl away. Caught off guard, Shen Yue stumbled back a few steps from the force of his push.
Her lips were swollen and red, the corners of her eyes flushed. Her fair, small face was flushed red. Holding the phone, she looked at the photos on it and revealed a smile.
What else could Song Yan not understand?
His eyes, usually filled with gentleness, became extremely sharp, his gaze locked onto the beautiful, blushing girl before him.
Footsteps echoed in the corridor. Fearing discovery, Song Yan grabbed her and pulled her into a room.
As soon as the door was closed, Shen Yue was roughly pressed against the wall.
"You did this at Qingzhen's birthday party. Do you have any shame?"
Song Yan's disgust had almost materialized. He instinctively ignored the slight strangeness, his breathing rapid. He suppressed his anger, but the force in his hands couldn't help but increase. "I'm telling you, if you dare to use these tricks on me again, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life."
The girl seemed frightened by his anger, her dark eyes widening slightly, her face paling. The flushed corners of her eyes were as exquisite as a painting, looking incredibly captivating.
She was so beautiful that one couldn't look away.
Song Yan watched, perhaps it was the alcohol making him excited, but he swallowed, his throat dry and unbearable.
But soon he became angry again, his eyes filled with gloom, like a hawk staring at the girl.
"Delete the photos."
Perhaps out of fear, the girl's beautiful eyes were moist, as if she were about to cry. Her entire body was tensely rigid, looking somewhat fragile and helpless.
Yet, she still endured her fear and threw herself into his arms, clinging tightly to his waist, her voice soft and tearful.
"Little Yan Gege, don't like anyone else, okay? Okay?"
Her soft, helpless body caused Song Yan to stiffen for a moment, but what Shen Yue said was like a basin of cold water drenching him awake.
Song Yan knew that Shen Yue was Jiang Wei's person, and before that, she had been with more than just Jiang Wei...
Her seemingly clean and pure appearance was all an act; in reality, she was already filthy.
"If I don't like her, who should I like?"
"Do you want to like me?"
"Are you worthy?"
An indescribable emotion made him utter incredibly vicious words, words that had almost never come from his mouth.
The faint fragrance of the other person lingered on his lips, which made him feel somewhat disgusted, because those lips had kissed so many people, had been tasted by so many.
But contrary to his thoughts, his heart was pounding like a drum, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The girl looked at him in disbelief, as if she hadn't expected him to say such things. Her slender body trembled slightly, and her small face was almost completely drained of color.
"You... you're not him..."
She murmured to herself, unsure of what she was saying.