If anyone were to ask what it felt like to live with two handsome men of different styles, Shen Jianxi felt she was more than qualified to answer. She watched Song Qi, who had just finished his workout and was bare-chested in the living room, sweat tracing the lines of his muscles as it dripped down, his fringe damp. Beside him, Song Duanli, impeccably dressed in a suit, sipped coffee while reading a magazine, the sunlight illuminating his profile, lending him an almost divine aura.
Shen Jianxi’s answer: It feels… incredibly happy.
“Cub, you’re up. Brother will shower and then take you to school,” Song Qi said, walking over and placing a hand on her head. He then bent down so they were at eye level. “Good morning, Cub.”
His unique scent enveloped her. Within Shen Jianxi’s line of sight was the highly sensual male form. Suppressing a smile that threatened to curl her lips, she cleared her throat and said, “Good morning, Brother.”
Song Qi returned to his usual demeanor, as if nothing had happened. He had come to a realization: Cub was in her rebellious phase. Although his Cub had always been well-behaved, it was better not to push too hard, just in case. After all, he wouldn’t give those two brats at school any opportunities.
She sat down at the dining table, feeling Song Duanli’s occasional gazes, yet pretending not to notice as she drank her milk.
Seeing that she wasn’t initiating conversation, Song Duanli put down his magazine and looked at her. “Good morning.”
“Mhm,” she replied with a faint hum, and nothing more.
Song Duanli’s heart ached as he realized that when Song Qi wasn't around, he hadn't felt her attitude towards him was particularly different. Now, with the comparison, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment.
Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, he continued, “I haven’t told Song Qi about us.”
Only then did Shen Jianxi cast him a glance. She drank her milk, swallowed the bite of bread, and feigned ignorance, asking, “Us? Did anything happen between us? Are we close?”
After speaking, she smiled, her eyes filled with mockery.
Song Duanli’s expression changed. Just as he was about to speak, he caught sight of Song Qi descending the stairs out of the corner of his eye. He paused, swallowed his words, and decided against it.
“Cub, are you done eating? If so, let’s go?”
Finishing the last sip of milk from her cup, she nodded. “I’m done. Let’s go.”
Shen Jianxi picked up her schoolbag from the chair beside her and trotted to Song Qi’s side, linking her arm through his. Song Qi took the bag, and neither of them paid attention to Song Duanli behind them. They grabbed the car keys and left.
On the way, Song Qi regaled her with amusing stories from his competition in the West Country, making Shen Jianxi laugh uncontrollably.
“Did Brother bring me any gifts then?”
At the mention of this, Song Qi felt a pang of guilt. He had originally planned to pick out a gift for Cub when he went out with his teammates after the competition. However, while playing games that day, he had a persistent sense of unease, so he immediately booked a flight for the next day and returned. He hadn’t had a chance to buy anything yet…
Fortunately, he hadn’t returned too late. Even though Cub had already had a boyfriend, it was normal for someone her age to be curious about dating. Cub probably didn’t like that boy that much, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so unaffected, perhaps it was just curiosity.
With this thought, his mood brightened.
“How about I give myself to you? How does that sound?” he said, half-jokingly, half-seriously.
Shen Jianxi knew he had returned in a hurry, and her question was just to tease him. She hadn’t expected him to answer like this, which instantly sparked a mischievous idea in her.
“How are you planning to give yourself to me, Brother?”
“Will you be put in a gift box and delivered to me, or—” she paused deliberately, and Song Qi’s heart tightened with her hesitation.
Or what?
Was she willing for him to give himself to her?
What did Cub want him to do?
Was it what he thought?
77: “Beep! Affinity +5, Song Qi’s affinity is now 70.”
As his speculation deepened, Song Qi’s ears turned red. He increasingly wanted to hear the latter half of her sentence, but Cub refused to continue.
Little rascal, he thought to himself.
Intentionally leaving him hanging like this, making his emotions go back and forth.
His anxious expression was caught by Shen Jianxi. Fighting back a smile, she turned her head to look out the window, appearing unwilling to say more, leaving Song Qi in agony.
No matter how curious Song Qi was, they had arrived at school, and he didn’t have time to ask.
“I’m getting off now, goodbye Brother!” As she unbuckled her seatbelt and prepared to exit, her left hand was suddenly grasped. She looked back in confusion and was unexpectedly kissed on the lips.
The sudden warmth on her lips made her eyes widen instinctively. Before she could even savor the sensation, the warm lips had already retreated.
“There, Cub, hurry and go,” Song Qi said, not dwelling on the unfinished sentence, his mood cheerful as he watched her.
Shen Jianxi looked at his satisfied expression and couldn’t help but voice her question.