Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Perhaps it was a sense of guilt that made Zheng Mengni unusually obedient. She lowered her head, her long, dark hair cascading forward from her shoulders. A few strands slipped into Ye Bingran's collar, and she felt a wave of embarrassment, quickly reaching up to pull them away.
It was itchy.
Particularly itchy.
Like soft feathers brushing against her skin.
Ye Bingran paused for a moment. Just as Zheng Mengni's small hand was about to touch his collarbone, he swiftly grasped her delicate wrist.
Ye Bingran had always disliked physical contact.
Living amidst the chaos and bloodshed, he had only ever surrounded himself with hardened men who were as ruthless as they were reckless. In battles with those reckless fools, he inevitably encountered muscles tougher than stone. He feared neither knives nor bullets; life was cheap in his world.
He had never considered holding back; he fought with all his might, intent on defeating his opponents without mercy.
But at this moment, the softness of her palm was something he had never experienced before.
He was afraid to apply too much pressure, worried that he might break her fragile hand with just a gentle squeeze.
Zheng Mengni's fingers trembled slightly, but in an instant, he regained his composure. His dark eyes remained calm and untroubled, revealing no hint of the turmoil within.
Without hesitation, Ye Bingran removed Zheng Mengni's hairpin. As his hand fell, he instinctively clenched his fist, using the back of his hand to shield her view of her pale forehead.
The strands of hair that had slipped into her collar followed the motion of her head tilting back and slipped out again. Zheng Mengni straightened up and stepped back until her back pressed against the door.
Turning away, she created a dangerously close distance between them. Ye Bingran's expression remained emotionless as he spoke in an even lower voice than before.
Zheng Mengni turned back, and Ye Bingran tightened the fabric at her back with the hairpin securely in place.
That should do it.
Zheng Mengni reached behind to feel it; indeed, it was firm.
She smiled and said, "Thank you."
Her tone was particularly sincere. She even thought that if Ye Bingran were not someone who threatened her position, she might be willing to be close friends with him. Ye Bingran looked reliable, after all. At this thought, Zheng Mengni felt an inexplicable sense of loss. Even she found him likable.
"Let's go," Zheng Mengni said.
"What's the rush?"
Just as her hand was about to touch the door, she heard a male voice outside, slightly breathless. The footsteps were chaotic, accompanied by suggestive sounds. She was certain a man had entered.
Could it be that he had walked in by mistake?
With this thought, Zheng Mengni withdrew her hand. She had already stood up and was ready to leave when she accidentally bumped into Ye Bingran, who was completely unguarded. She stepped on his foot and fell back onto the toilet seat.
Zheng Mengni stumbled over Ye Bingran, losing her balance and landing right in his lap. Although she was light, there was still a certain weight when she fell into his embrace, and Ye Bingran instinctively reached out to steady her arm. The subtle fragrance around her seemed to intensify.
The commotion from their fall startled the couple next door, who had just been getting cozy; one of them even bit their lip in surprise. They certainly hadn’t expected anyone to be in the adjacent room, let alone more than one person.
Could they be like them, sneaking into the restroom for a tryst?
That carefree Young Master pinched his companion's backside and playfully called out to the people next door, "Hey buddy, what a coincidence! How about we join forces?"
Ye Bingran's expression darkened as he raised his hand to cover Zheng Mengni's ears.
Zheng Mengni knew exactly what those two were up to.
Ye Bingran's face clearly turned red, yet she still remembered to cover her ears. She blinked and formed a crescent smile.
Comment 0 Comment Count