One Thousand Four Hundred and Eighteen Open Your Heart and Wait for Your Return (I)

Song Zhixing didn't disturb him, ran downstairs, made a cup of hot milk, and then went back in.   She stepped on the carpet barefoot, and there was no sound. But Tang Yu felt it, looked up, and suddenly saw her, and was stunned for a moment.

She was wearing pajamas, her long hair was a little messy when she slept, and she looked a little lazy in the middle of the night. Under the light, her facial features were delicate and delicate, and her skin was white. It was just that the gauze on her face and neck ruined the picture.

"What are you looking at?" Song Zhixing saw that his eyes were always on her, and asked in confusion, and was a little at a loss when he looked at her.

Tang Yu came back to his senses, and his eyes moved slightly, falling on her bare feet, "Why don't you wear shoes at night? It's cold now."

"It doesn't matter, this is a carpet, it's not cold." She felt very comfortable stepping on the soft carpet like this. She brought the hot milk to his desk. She stood in front of the desk and looked at him from top to bottom. "Where is Qiuqiu? I remember that when I fell asleep, it clearly slept with me."

"I let it sleep in the cage." Tang Yu flipped through the documents and looked up at her again. "Don't take it to sleep in the future. Don't develop such a bad habit."

Sure enough, he scolded her again, just like before, nothing changed. However, he just said "in the future"...

Does that mean that she will live here in the future?

Song Zhixing's heart was jumping. She sat down opposite him and held her cheek. "Why can't I take it to sleep? It's very well-behaved and doesn't do much."

"In this season, it will shed hair. Not only should you not hold it to sleep, but you should also touch it less." Tang Yu said the latter, his expression was a little serious.

Song Zhixing slyly chuckled.

He asked, "What are you laughing at?"

She leaned forward slightly and moved closer to him, "Didn't you say you had forgotten that I was sick?"

Tang Yu's expression did not change at all. After a "hmm", he said naturally, "Didn't your sixth uncle remind me last time?"

"Oh~" Song Zhixing responded, and the tail tone was intentionally or unintentionally drawn out, looking at him with a half-smile, clearly showing disbelief. Tang Yu closed the file and looked at her. She folded her hands on the desk, "I touched your suit pocket today. Do you want to guess what I touched?"

Tang Yu did not speak.

Song Zhixing smiled,

"Medicine bottle."

He did not deny it, but just looked at her smiling face with a burning gaze. She was so close to him, so close that he could touch her. Such a smile, without a trace of impurities, and without the previous gloom, was like sunshine, shining into his heart.

"You came to me so late, just to ask me about this?" Tang Yu spoke, looking at her seriously.

Song Zhixing's heart beat faster and faster when he looked at her, and for some reason, her face turned red. She stood up and took a step towards him. Tang Yu was still staring at her. She took a deep breath, as if she had just made up her mind, and walked around to stand beside him. She spread her hands towards him and whispered, "I'm here to ask for something."

"What?" He pretended not to understand.

"The cherry blossom necklace, you said you wanted to give it to me." In front of him, she returned to her old appearance, like a child asking for candy, and stretched her hand closer to him, "Give it back to me."

Tang Yu looked up at her, the dazzling light sprinkled into his eyes, his eyes became deeper, and he hinted, "I give you the necklace, what do you give me?"

Song Zhixing's heart beat like a deer because of that look, and she bit her lip, "...What do you want?"

"What can you give me?" He threw the question to her again.

The night was deep. The night was unusually quiet. Song Zhixing looked at him, and he looked back at her. She felt that the air was so quiet that she could only hear her own heartbeat and his increasingly heavy breathing. Perhaps it was the influence of the hazy night outside the window that made the atmosphere inside the window unusually ambiguous.

She felt that something was calling, encouraging, or tempting in her heart. She licked her lips, lowered her head and looked at him, and asked softly: "Then... can I kiss you?"

This was the answer he wanted. But the answer he wanted was definitely not just that. Moreover, she must not know how seductive her voice was in such a tempting night.

Tang Yu's breathing tightened a little, and he adjusted his sitting posture. He still looked up at her leisurely, but his eyes clearly contained encouragement and coaxing, "Try it, maybe it will work."

Song Zhixing felt that she must have been bewitched by him, and at that moment, she didn't know where the courage came from. She leaned down and gently touched his lips. She was too nervous, so nervous that she could hardly breathe, so she paused and wanted to withdraw. However, she didn't expect Tang Yu to be one step faster than her. His long arms had already clasped her slender waist, and he held her on his lap and sat her down. She subconsciously pressed her hands lightly on his shoulders, and because of nervousness, her soft body became stiff.

The two of them were so close that they could see the moisture in each other's eyes clearly.

"That's it?" Tang Yu's voice was hoarse, his eyes were burning, "Do I look like someone who is so easy to deal with?"

"...You said... maybe it's okay." Song Zhixing's heart was about to jump out of her heart because of her burning eyes, and her palms were full of hot sweat.

Tang Yu lifted her chin with his long fingers, "Why don't you show the posture of begging me to kiss you that day?"

Song Zhixing still remembered that she was drunk and shameless that day, but when he mentioned it now, she felt extremely embarrassed. Refusing to admit it, she said: "How could I ask you to kiss me? I... I forgot. I must have been drunk."

Tang Yu straightened his face and stared at her solemnly, "When you are sober, are you willing?"

He was very serious. Song Zhixing's heart swayed slightly, and suddenly she became very pious. No longer timid, no longer shy, under his burning gaze, she nodded, "I am willing..."

Tang Yu raised his eyebrows.

Song Zhixing took a light breath, put her arms around his neck, leaned over and took the initiative to kiss his thin lips. At first, Tang Yu did not take the initiative to respond, he was testing. Testing how far she could go. Testing how determined she was to return to his world this time.

For three years, she had not kissed any man, and now her skills were surprisingly bad. She held his lips and kissed them, but didn't get his response for a long time. She felt a little disappointed and hurt. She looked at him sadly, "Is my kissing skill too bad?"

"It's really bad." His voice was extremely hoarse. He inserted his long fingers into her hair, clasped the back of her head, and pulled her close to him again. When their lips were about to touch each other, he said, "Fortunately, there has been no improvement, otherwise... you'd be dead!"