frightfiction Chapter 41 I touched his pectoral muscles!
Chapter 41 I touched his pectoral muscles!
Ling Sheng's hangover soup contained ingredients such as dried tangerine peel, hawthorn, and goji berries, and was finally mixed with a spoonful of honey. It was sweet and smooth, and indeed had no strange taste at all.
Song Nanxi held the bowl and blew on it.
Ling Sheng is a very obsessive-compulsive person in his daily life. He casually opened Song Nanxi's refrigerator, which was almost empty except for a few boxes of instant food products. He checked the dates and, sure enough, they were expired.
He rubbed his temples; that helpless, headache-inducing feeling returned.
"Is this all you eat every day?" Ling Sheng sorted the fruit he bought and put it into the refrigerator, reminding her, "Don't forget to eat the fruit. I'm giving you two days off. Also, I've got you a gig as a guest on a variety show. I'll come pick you up in a couple of days."
Song Nanxi remained silent.
Receiving no response, Ling Sheng turned around, but the words he was about to utter suddenly stopped.
Song Nanxi emerged from the blanket with both hands, holding a bowl and sipping the hangover soup. The light from the floor lamp beside her shone on her face, revealing even the fine downy hairs on her skin. Her thick eyelashes drooped, making her look very well-behaved.
It looks like a small peach.
In other words, they look well-behaved when they're not talking, but as soon as they start talking—
Ling Sheng shook his head.
After tidying up the refrigerator and throwing all the expired food into the trash can, Ling Sheng tidied up the kitchen and went outside.
Song Nanxi's house wasn't exactly tidy; the coffee table was cluttered with iPads, handheld game consoles, and other random items. Coats hung on the backs of the sofa chairs, and shoes were scattered haphazardly in the entryway.
The style and environment reveal the owner's unconventional nature...
Seeing that Song Nanxi was drinking intently, Ling Shengqiang didn't disturb her. His obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in, and he unconsciously bent down to tidy up the messy area and put the shoes in the shoe cabinet.
Song Nanxi felt warm all over after finishing her drink.
She admired Ling Sheng as he did the housework, her smiling gaze tracing the curves of his body, when suddenly—
"Brother Ling."
Ling Sheng stopped what he was doing, turned around, and saw that Song Nanxi had come over at some point and was standing behind him.
"Finished drinking? Then go and rest. I should head back anyway..."
Song Nanxi suddenly grabbed his hand.
Ling Sheng was slightly taken aback. "What are you doing?" He tried to pull his hand back as soon as he realized what was happening.
Song Nanxi looked down at the injury on his finger bone and pursed her lips. "How did you get injured? You didn't have this when you came back." She looked up, her narrowed fox-like eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "Don't lie to me."
I don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol, but Song Nanxi’s body temperature is very high.
The small patch of skin she was pinching with her fingertips felt incredibly hot.
Actually, Ling Sheng didn't really want her to know. Given his personality, such impulsiveness was something he would never have done in his life.
But I just couldn't resist doing it at the time...
They exchanged a glance, and Ling Sheng said, "I beat up Song Mo."
It was Song Mo who made the first move...
"Who's winning?"
"..." Ling Sheng: "Me."
Besides work, Ling Sheng is also a regular at fighting gyms, and even participated in competitions and won championships during his school days.
Song Mo was no match for him.
Song Nanxi's furrowed brows visibly relaxed, and she glared at him, accusingly saying, "Why didn't you say so sooner! Did you beat Song Mo badly? Did you break his legs? How could I not be there for this! How awful!"
She gritted her teeth.
This wasn't an act by her; Song Nanxi genuinely felt regret. It was a memorable scene!
You'd never guess that Ling Sheng, who looks so serious, could actually fight!
Failed.
Ling Sheng looked down at Song Nanxi's angry expression and said speechlessly, "Do you hate him that much?"
"No, the opposite of hate is love. I have no feelings for the Song family, I just don't like them." Song Nanxi pouted, avoided Ling Sheng's gaze, and pushed him to sit down on the sofa.
She took out a first-aid kit, knelt on the sofa, and began to treat Ling Sheng's wounds.
A shadow has fallen over the area.
Therefore, they did not see the complexity in Ling Sheng's eyes.
Ling Sheng had abrasions on the back of his hand, and Song Nanxi cleaned them with iodine.
"This iodine solution doesn't taste right..."
It tastes weird.
Ling Sheng picked up the iodine bottle and glanced at it. He immediately laughed in anger, losing all interest in anything else.
"Song Nanxi," he shoved the production date in front of Song Nanxi's face, "Looks like you really hate me, this iodine is half a month past its expiration date!"
Song Nanxi held up the phone in front of her, her eyes innocent. "Huh? Is that so... I haven't used it in a long time..."
Ling Sheng shook his head. "Sit down, I can do it myself."
He washed off the iodine solution, noticed that the alcohol was still on, rinsed it with alcohol, and didn't put on a bandage.
He's blinded by greed; he let Song Nanxi torment him over such a minor injury!
"Alright, I've brought you up, and you've had the hangover soup. Are you feeling better now?" Ling Sheng mocked her, using her previous words. "Get up, wash up, and then go rest."
Having already helped Song Nanxi tidy up her house, Ling Sheng simply threw the expired medicines and the bottle of iodine from the first-aid kit into a trash bag, packed it up, and prepared to take it downstairs with him.
Song Nanxi leaned against the dining table, and just as Ling Sheng was about to leave, she suddenly called out to him.
"Brother Ling."
Ling Sheng was changing his shoes. "Speak."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Nanxi walked over and quickly hugged him.
"Thank you for your help."
Ling Sheng didn't even have time to react; his hand was still hanging in the air, and the body in his arms was incredibly soft.
He lowered his eyes and gently patted her head.
"I'm your agent, who else would I help if not you?"
Song Nanxi looked up from his embrace, her eyes crinkling into a smile. "But there are really very few people willing to stand by my side."
One sentence made Ling Sheng's eyes darken, and a feeling of heartache welled up inexplicably.
Unbeknownst to them, a small hand quietly climbed up.
He pinched those full, muscular chest muscles he'd been eyeing for so long...
Song Nanxi thought to herself, "Wow! So cute! So bouncy!"
Ling Sheng, who was at a loss for how to comfort her, suddenly turned pale and grabbed Song Nanxi's mischievous hand.
"Song, Nan, Xi!"
Song Nanxi tilted her delicate face up and smiled like a fox, "Why are you so fierce? Couldn't it have been an accident?"
Ling Sheng laughed in anger and removed her hand.
“Yes, your hand has its own mind.” He opened the door and walked out. “Song Nanxi, you’re a little liar.”
Ling Sheng now strongly suspects that all of Song Nanxi's emotional appeals and sob stories were just a prelude to this final act—
He couldn't understand why a man's chest was something to touch.
Once everyone left, Song Nanxi yawned, her lips curving into a wide smile, completely losing any trace of her pitiful appearance.
All personas are merely tools to achieve the ultimate goal.
……
The next day.
Song Nanxi still couldn't sleep in; a phone call woke her up abruptly.
She rushed to the hospital with a gloomy expression.
Mr. Song fainted due to the shock and was rushed to the hospital!