If I Have You, What More Could I Ask For In This Life? - Chapter 33.1
Translated by: Cherry
T/N: This chapter is slightly more descriptive
After Yisheng met Lin Ruohan again, she found that this woman was a lot calmer compared to before. She no longer had the arrogance and disdain from her youth in her eyes. Perhaps it varied from person to person, but towards the wild woman, she did not see the side of Lin Ruohan she had seen in the past.
After she finished buying the windbreaker for Song Anchen, Yisheng did not dare to stay any longer and headed straight home. Her wallet could not afford the expenses of buying the clothes there. When she left the mall, she walked towards the entrance and saw a group of people wearing formal suits in front. The person in front was very tall and had a large figure, the aura he exuded was one of indescribable composure. He looked noble and when Yisheng walked past him, she felt a little stuffy. She seemed to have seen this person before, but she was unable to recall who the man was.
The man leading the group of people stopped walking. The people in suits that were following him also stopped. The man turned around to look at Yisheng’s back, narrowing his eyes slightly, but not opening his mouth. Instead, he simply continued to stare at her back as she walked further and further away.
“Manager, what’s the matter?”
“It’s nothing,” There was a shallow smile at the corner of the man’s mouth and he turned around to continue walking towards the lift.
When she reached home, it was only seven-thirty. Yisheng returned home alone. When she looked at the empty living room, she suddenly felt bored. She walked to the sofa and threw the stuff she was holding down before she sat down and started to watch the television.
She did not know why she suddenly felt so bored. It was like she was waiting for Song Anchen to return. She watched the clock tick and it was when the minute and hour hands of the clock became a right-angle and showed that it was exactly nine o’clock, her eyelids suddenly felt heavy and she held the windbreaker in her hands as she hung her neck down and fell asleep.
There was the sound of the door opening.
Yisheng was suddenly energized and jumped up, happening to see Song Anchen, who was opening the door and entering the apartment. As soon as Song Anchen entered the house, he saw Yisheng standing by the sofa, her eyes widened as she looked at him.
“Why are you standing here in such a foolish manner?” Song Anchen removed his shoes and arranged them properly before he walked to Yisheng, bending down and wanting to kiss her. However, Yisheng avoided it.
Yisheng said awkwardly, “I fell asleep watching the television, and when I heard the sound of the door opening, I was scared.”
Song Anchen was distracted, his gaze turning to the clothes in Yisheng’s hand. He stared at it for a very long time and Yisheng could not help tightening her arm and bit her lips, no longer daring to move. Song Anchen suddenly raised his hand, pinching the corner of his eyes, his expression one of tiredness, “Don’t watch the television till too late, sleep earlier.” After he said that, he walked upstairs alone.
Yisheng pursed her lips, looking at the windbreaker in her hand reluctantly. Even though she wanted to give him a present, she was unable to bring it up. And he saw it, but did not ask her about it.
Yisheng followed him upstairs and heard the sound of the washroom door closing, the sound of water coming from inside. Some people said that the sound of water could cause one to feel self-control, but Yisheng felt even more restless. She thought about how they were going to sleep on the same bed today and felt a little uneasy.
Not long after, Song Anchen finished showering and walked out. He held a towel in one hand and wiped his hair as he used his other hand to tie the silk belt around his waist. His hair that had water droplets in it emitted a faint fragrance, and his deep and starry eyes looked towards Yisheng, shining.
Yisheng could not deal with this sort of Song Anchen. Song Anchen was very good-looking, but if his expression was rigid, she would be able to distance herself from him, but when he looked at her with such a unique focus and intensity, Yisheng’s heart rate would increase and she would feel like her brain was lacking oxygen.
“Aren’t you going to take a shower?” Song Anchen slowly walked over and sat next to her, passing her the towel, wanting her to help him dry his hair. Yisheng took the towel and messed up her hair, she did not use a lot of strength but was not gentle either.
Song Anchen did not say anything, an arm casually wrapped around her waist as he leaned towards her.
“Don’t get so close,” Yisheng leaned away from him in time to avoid whatever he was plotting, “I’m drying your hair.”
Song Anchen hummed in acknowledgment, but continued to lean towards her, leaning against her neck and sniffing. He said very sensationally, “I like this scent.” Every time he breathed, hot air would land on her sensitive neck, and it made her feel itchy and distracted. Yisheng could not help but tremble, withdrawing as she tried to get out of his grip. However, unexpectedly, Song Anchen directly jumped on her, his free hand pulling away from the cloth in Yisheng’s hand before moving downwards.
“You’re probably very tired today,” Yisheng mumbled, but her face was already extremely red. They were very close and she could even smell the scent of shower gel on his body and feel the heat from him, along with the changes to his lower body.
“Yes, I’m a little tired,” Song Anchen’s dexterous fingers moved about on Yisheng’s body. Every time he reached a spot, he would exert a gentle force or properly caress the spot. It caused Yisheng to feel like there was an electric current flowing through her body, numbing her. Unknowingly, her clothes had been opened by Song Anchen, exposing a sexy black bra.
“Don’t,” Yisheng crossed her arms in front of her shyly, stopping him from doing whatever he wanted. She saw that Song Anchen stopped moving, staring at her with his deep eyes, not even blinking.
Yisheng’s heart felt rattled by his meaningful gaze.
“You’re very tired,” Yisheng added a reason for rejecting him.
However, Song Anchen removed the clothes on his body and leaned down, “I want to feel even more tired.”