Song Yi really couldn't withstand Tang Si's gentle onslaught; every word struck directly at her heart.
He held her hand, their fingers interlocked—
...
The night was deep.
Around eleven o'clock, Tang Si came out of the bathroom.
Song Yi lay on the bed, not wanting to move a finger; it was Tang Si who had helped her with the bath.
With her hair wrapped in a towel, he went over and helped her up: "Let me blow-dry your hair before you sleep."
Song Yi leaned lazily against him as if she had no bones, not even bothering to open her eyes.
"You do it."
Afterwards, she was like a delicate woman, enchanting in every way, her eyes subtly reddened, charmingly appealing, and she didn't want to move at all.
After Tang Si dried her hair: "Sleep now."
Song Yi tugged on Tang Si's hand, eyes closed: "Go eat."
"Cook noodles, order takeout, either is fine," Song Yi said. "I was going to cook you some noodles, but now, you've worn me out, and I don't want to move."
