Chapter 7
Stingy Tan Shen (1/2)
Tan Shen arrived on the third floor and pushed open the bedroom door.
The first thing he saw was a small lump curled up on the soft white bed.
The little fox had half her face buried in the pillow. Her long hair spread out messily around her, and her slender fair fingers rested against her cheek. Curled up slightly, she slept quietly and obediently.
Tan Shen had always felt that when she was quiet, she looked like an exquisite porcelain doll.
âWake up.â
The way the man woke her was anything but gentle. Even his tone was cold and ruthless.
Xie Yurao vaguely heard him. She frowned, buried her face deeper into the pillow, and ignored him.
Tan Shen was not a patient person. He bent down.
Originally, he intended to pry her little head out of the pillow.
His long fingers slipped through her messy, fluffy hair and brushed against her soft, fair cheek. The sensation was surprisingly pleasantâsoft and smooth, like silky jelly.
Tan Shen gave up on the idea of prying her loose.
âGet up.â
â…â
Seeing that she still showed no reaction, Tan Shen simply grabbed her thin, fair arm and pulled her upright.
The little fox immediately exploded.
âTan Shen!â
She opened her misty, watery fox-like eyes and glared at him angrily.
But the moment she saw him, she froze.
This was one of the rare occasions she had seen Tan Shen dressed casually.
Gone were the dress shirt and suit pants.
Instead, he wore a simple dark-gray casual outfit that made him look relaxed and effortless.
He had just finished exercising. Beads of sweat still clung to his long neck, and his entire body radiated an intensely masculine, sensual aura.
Xie Yuraoâs mind blanked for a moment, and she forgot what she had wanted to say.
âWhat is it?â
Tan Shen assumed she had noticed that he was covered in sweat.
She was always delicate and particular about cleanliness, so he thought she probably disliked it.
He released her wrist and stepped back to put some distance between them.
Unexpectedly, Xie Yurao immediately asked,
âWhy are you moving away?â
Kneeling on the bed, she waved at him.
Her voice was soft and hazy from sleep.
âTan Shen, come hereâŚâ
Tan Shen frowned in confusion, but still moved a little closer.
âWhy?â
Xie Yurao raised a hand toward him, her eyes innocent and guileless.
âI want to touch your Adamâs apple.â
â…â
Tan Shen paused.
Under the direct gaze of her shimmering, sleepy eyes, the manâs Adamâs apple rolled slowly.
His voice deepened.
âDo you even know what youâre saying?â
Tiny droplets of sweat rested on his prominent Adamâs apple before sliding downward, leaving a winding trail of moisture behind.
To the half-awake little fox, the sight was overwhelmingly impactful.
She blinked slowly.
Then, unconsciously licking her red lips, she answered,
âI do.â
Xie Yurao had never been able to resist good looks.
And every single feature of Tan Shen fit perfectly with her tastes.
So she looked at him expectantly.
The next second, however, she heard his hoarse voice say,
âNo.â
He stepped back to his original position.
His expression was restrained and indifferent, devoid of emotion.
âGet up. Itâs time for dance practice.â
Xie Yurao was disappointed.
Unhappily, she muttered,
âStingy.â
â…â
That complaint nearly made Tan Shen laugh from irritation.
His handsome, sharp features remained cold, yet a faint smile lingered beneath the surface.
Slowly, he asked,
âNot letting you touch me makes me stingy?â
What kind of logic was that?
Was a manâs Adamâs apple something people could just touch whenever they wanted?
âMm. Stingy.â
Still sleepy, Xie Yurao responded drowsily.
Then she lowered her messy-haired little head and refused to move.
âCarry me to wash up.â
âNo.â
Tan Shen rejected the request almost instantly.
Xie Yurao: â???â
She lifted her eyes angrily, nearly driven mad by him.
âYou wonât let me touch you, and you wonât carry me. Are you trying to rebel today?â
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