Chapter 9 (1/2): The Table Got Wet

“As for whether it’s the best or not…”

The man’s meaningful words were not finished before the girl had already stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his slender neck.

Her head rested on his shoulder, pressed against his neck.

“So comfortable…”

Finally able to feel his skin and body heat, Miss Xu Nanyin was filled with joy and wanted even more.

Bitter medicine is hard to swallow, but this medicine wasn’t bitter at all.

She even felt that the pain from staying away these past few days wasn’t enough; now, this was so much more comfortable.

Whatever gift she had in mind, she’d long since thrown it to the back of her mind.

Mr. Song Huaixu turned his head; his chin brushed her ear, and he noticed this ear tremble lightly.

The dress was thin. Miss Xu Nanyin enjoyed the comfort for only a short moment before she grew dissatisfied again, her very bones craving more.

“Song Huaixu, why aren’t you holding me?”

A similar question, a similar scene.

Mr. Song Huaixu narrowed his eyes.

“What did you just call me?”

De Shu, who knew him well, was downstairs.

If he heard this voice, he’d know that Song Huaixu’s mood had already shifted.

“…Huai Xu-gege?” she asked tentatively.

Two completely different forms of address.

The way she raised the tone at the end made the “gege” sound especially delightful.

The man’s voice grew deeper.

“Tell me, why should I hold you?”

Miss Xu Nanyin felt wronged by the counter-question and hugged him even tighter.

“I’m uncomfortable, really uncomfortable.”

It was as if, if he didn’t hold her, she would burst into tears.

Song Huaixu was a normal man.

He couldn’t possibly have no reaction to her words, especially when she was being so restless.

No wonder she’d said she needed someone to sleep beside her at night—she really couldn’t sleep without company.

Hearing her soft, broken breaths by his ear, Song Huaixu lowered his eyes, gripped her slender waist, and asked in a low voice, “Where does it hurt?”

Miss Xu Nanyin mumbled, “It just hurts.”

“Tell me where.”

“The places you haven’t touched…”

Miss Xu Nanyin was very obedient and spoke the truth.

Under the light, her face was flushed red, whether from heat or something else.

Song Huaixu’s breathing grew heavier.

There were plenty of places he hadn’t touched.

To him, it seemed she was seducing him.

Sometimes she was comfortable, sometimes uncomfortable, never settled.

If it were anyone else, they’d have long disappeared from his world.

But her behavior made him react.

It didn’t seem deliberate; her oval face looked so pitiful in discomfort that it tugged at his heartstrings.

Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.

Song Huaixu freed a hand, glanced at the caller’s name, and hung up without hesitation.

“How about now,” he said calmly, “does it feel better?”

“Hug me tighter.”

Miss Xu Nanyin hummed softly as he stroked her back, eyes closed.

Suddenly, his arms seized her and set her on the table.

The sudden distance made her frown.

Miss Xu Nanyin opened her eyes and saw the man bow his head. She followed his gaze—and saw something tall and raised.

She froze, seeing it for the first time.

With the light behind him, she couldn’t see his expression clearly.

When he swept his gaze over, she quickly turned her head away and drew her legs under the table.

“Hiding from what?”

His large hand covered her thin back, pressing her against him in an instant.

The strong sense of control gave Miss Xu Nanyin quite a shock.

She let out a muffled sound and leaned into him.

When she felt a rush of heat, she couldn’t help but bite his hard shoulder.

It wasn’t hard, nor did it hurt.

Song Huaixu let out a low sound, sensing her change.

“Where else do you feel uncomfortable?”

Miss Xu Nanyin was too embarrassed to answer, finally burying her face in his neck and changing the subject: “The table is wet…”

Hearing that, the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

Given the current situation, the meaning behind her words was enough to make anyone blush and their heart race.

Did she even realize what she was saying?

“How did it get wet?” he asked.

Miss Xu Nanyin’s face was burning, unwilling to answer.

She tried to push him away, only to hear him laugh softly, making her feel he was going too far.

“You got my table wet, and you won’t even let the victim ask about it?”

His palm pressed on the table beside her.

This position just happened to trap her in his arms. She mumbled, “…Maybe there was water on your table?”

Song Huaixu was unmoved.

“Tonight, no one but you has touched it.”

Miss Xu Nanyin sobered up, ignored his questioning, and pleaded, “Song Huaixu, I want to go back, back to Feilan.”

She needed a shower.

Hm, calling him by his full name again.

In the past, anyone who called him that was either an enemy or at least someone who hated him, but it had never sounded so sweet.

Song Huaixu stared at her, and she saw the unfathomable look in his eyes. She repeated timidly, “I want to go back.”

Miss Xu Nanyin suddenly thought of that father and son she’d seen tonight—would he get angry and torment her…

Just as she was thinking, the man suddenly let her go.

Seeing how easily he was persuaded and how he strode away, Miss Xu Nanyin was a bit puzzled, but she took the chance to get down from the table.

The man pulled out a thin overcoat from the cloakroom and saw her standing just as she had when she entered tonight.

The dim lights in the room left the water stains on the back of her dress completely exposed to his sight.

His eyes darkened.

Miss Xu Nanyin had only taken a few steps when a piece of clothing was draped over her head.

It was very large, reaching all the way to her ankles.

The faint scent of ebony and agarwood told her at once that it was Song Huaixu’s coat.

“I’ll have someone send you back.”

His voice was deep and magnetic from above.

Miss Xu Nanyin replied softly, “Mm.”

The one who sent her off was the butler downstairs, who said to just call him De Shu.

With one glance, he could tell the coat was his master’s.

The car drove out from the villa.

At the second-floor window, the man stood there.

Only after the car disappeared from sight did he lower his gaze to a certain place he’d been ignoring, now swollen and aching.

She was comfortable, at least.

***

De Shu only drove back to Baihu Bay after personally watching Miss Xu Nanyin enter Feilan Hotel.

He went straight upstairs to report, and after hearing movement inside, left again.

When Song Huaixu came out, he glanced in the mirror.

The mark on his shoulder was faint, and he also saw the shawl left behind on the table.

The edge of the table was still damp.

He half-closed his eyes and rubbed it with his fingertip.

His gaze fell on the two paper bags that had also been left behind.

So sensitive, and she bought toys with so many settings.

He gave a soft laugh.

Did she have no sense of her own body?

It was only long after the man came downstairs that De Shu appeared and spoke: “Tonight, Baihu Bay’s water usage has increased a lot.”

“I’m not short of money.”

As a private butler, De Shu knew this, but he still joked, “The experts say you shouldn’t shower too frequently in a day. Cold water is even worse for your health.”

Song Huaixu slowly finished his small cup of tea and replied calmly, “If you want to focus on health, I can let you retire early and go home.”

De Shu shook his head.

“That won’t do. I’m still strong for my age.”

Then he asked, “I wonder what status this Miss Xu has.”

Song Huaixu raised an eyebrow.

“You know.”

De Shu: “I don’t think I’ve met her before.”

The man put down his teacup and said offhandedly, “Then your memory must be slipping. Maybe you really should retire early.”

***

The moment she got back to Feilan, Miss Xu Nanyin wrapped herself in the covers.

Why couldn’t she hold back?

A little devil popped up and said: Why hold back?

Just treat him like medicine for your illness.

After all, you’ll be returning to Port City in a few days.

Miss Xu Nanyin lifted the covers for air and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Even though she’d left Baihu Bay, that feeling wouldn’t go away.

His body heat seemed to linger.

A Li messaged on her phone: [Zhuzhu, I just heard a loud noise from your room door!]

Miss Xu Nanyin replied: [It’s nothing.]

A Li: [Really?]
A Li: [How was your experience tonight?]

Miss Xu Nanyin paused. Only then did she remember she’d forgotten to bring it when she left, and lay back on the bed in frustration.

She hadn’t succeeded in doing anything tonight.

Well, not exactly…