The first thing Shen Shuangjian returning to the Shen Residence was to take a shower and change into her pajamas. Since she didn't wash her hair at the same time, she came out of the bathroom very quickly.
Xie Jinghui had prepared to help Shen Shuangjian blow-dry her hair, but in the end, his plan fell through. He could only glance with slight regret at the swaying strand of long hair behind her as she turned away.
Shen Shuangjian only remembered that Xie Jinghui was still in her room when she lifted the covers to lie down.
"I'm going to sleep, Mr. Xie," Shen Shuangjian gently reminded him.
Shen Shuangjian was completely unaware of the extent to which her current state and the extremely vague words she uttered would affect Xie Jinghui.
His usually quiet and aloof lover, with a light dusting of powder on her face from a recent shower, wearing soft, rarely seen pajamas, looked at him with trusting eyes and quietly told him it was time to sleep.
His slender, white knuckles were sunken into the light-colored blankets, and his calves, leaning against the bed, appeared thin and frail due to the looseness of his trousers.
So cute, and so pitiful.
Xie Jinghui did not answer, but simply placed his hand on his wrist, where his expensive, gleaming wristwatch was displayed.
Because of the eye contact, every movement and expression of the other person becomes clearer than usual.
Shen Shuangjian noticed Xie Jinghui's actions; he seemed to want to take off his watch, or perhaps not, but in any case, his fingers were groping for the clasp.
"·····"
Shen Shuangjian away, and within the time it took to purse her lips, her ears had already turned red.
Through numerous kisses and nearly a year of spending time together, Shen Shuangjian subtly learned some of Xie Jinghui's habits.
Xie Jinghui always had the habit of wearing a watch and a ring. Every morning, he would slowly put them on and then take them off when he washed up in the evening.
Normally, Xie Jinghui wouldn't remove these things unless there were specific circumstances.
Except when he wants to hug Shen Shuangjian or kiss her.
The hard rings and watches would prick Shen Shuangjian 'Shen Shuangjian delicate skin when he held her close, so Xie Jinghui would remove them before each kiss to avoid this.
After so many kisses, it was hard for Shen Shuangjian not to know this habit, even if she wanted to.
Therefore, when Xie Jinghui's hand touched her wrist, Shen Shuangjian inevitably thought about what he might do.
Xie Jinghui had been watching Shen Shuangjian the whole time, and he naturally didn't miss the hint of shyness in Shen Shuangjian's eyes when she looked away.
A smile gradually crept into Xie Jinghui her hand and said softly, "Okay, I understand."
Although he said that, he didn't move his body at all. He just sat on the sofa chair not far away, propping his chin up to look at Shen Shuangjian.
Because of the embarrassing thoughts that came to mind, Shen Shuangjian didn't even dare to lie in the direction of Xie Jinghui when she shrank under the covers.
Although Xie Jinghui seemed to be right, at this moment, he still felt that Xie Jinghui was very bad, utterly bad.
"·····"
The bedroom was silent; apart from his own and Shen Shuangjian's soft breathing, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Xie Jinghui slowly turned the ring on her finger, trying her best to suppress the thoughts that lingered in her mind.
In fact, Xie Jinghui really wanted to kiss Shen Shuangjian just now.
In a place that belongs entirely to Shen Shuangjian, he kisses Shen Shuangjian, who belongs to him.
But ideas are just ideas. Xie Jinghui still considered that Shen Shuangjian's fatigue might not be enough to sustain a long kiss.
Moreover, he was wearing an outer garment, and if she went to hug him, Shen Shuangjian would have to take a shower and change clothes again, and her bed might also get dusty.
This could upset the clean-loving kitten, and could also cause Shen Shuangjian's delicate skin to become allergic.
Therefore, Xie Jinghui's hand touched the watch briefly before putting it down again.
Moreover, judging by the time, Shen Sixian, who knows that Xie Qingchi caused a scene at the Shen Residence, should be returning soon.
He knows what's important and what's not.
Without disturbing Shen Shuangjian's rest any longer, Xie Jinghui quietly got up, walked towards the door, and then turned back to close the door behind him.
The Shen Residence, which had been passed down through countless generations and undergone numerous renovations, was very large. Xie Jinghui was not familiar with the other parts of the mansion, so he went to the side hall that he used to frequent when he visited.
On the left wall of the side hall, there was a row of antique bookshelves filled with books. Xie Jinghui listlessly ran his fingers over the book covers.
He thought it was perhaps time to find a suitable house for Shen Shuangjian live in and take good care of it.
The house must have a floor-to-ceiling window facing the sun. He will lay a thick carpet in front of the window and place a recliner there so that Shen Shuangjian can lie there and take a nap every day.
The house shouldn't be too big, otherwise it will feel very empty if only two people live there. The distance between the sofa and the TV in the living room also needs to be carefully controlled.
Their bedroom also needs a soft and comfortable big bed, and Xie Jinghui has already thought about how to customize the color and fabric of the sheets and blankets.
At that time, they will be like the most ordinary, most common couple.
They needed space to be alone, so they went to their home. Every week, when they had nothing to do and missed home, they would return to the Shen Residence, where the group would enjoy each other's company in peace and tranquility.
During festivals of reunion, Xie Jinghui would be very willing to come to the Shen Residence. He could also treat Shen Sixian as his own family member and respect and care for him for the sake of Shen Shuangjian.
Everything will be very, very happy.
Even if all of this hasn't happened yet, even if it's just a fleeting, intermittent shadow like a bubble.
But just thinking about it makes Xie Jinghui's eyes light up with a smile of pleasure.
Mr. Shen.
"Mr. Shen, you're back."
As Xie Jinghui had predicted, Shen Sixian rushed back as soon as he left the hospital.
He knew Xie Jinghui was in the side hall, and only after learning that Shen Shuangjian him asleep on the second floor did he feel a little relieved and come over.
After a short rest, Shen Sixian was in much better condition. He sat opposite Xie Jinghui and said coldly, " Mr. Xie, if you can't handle your family affairs, you might as well tell me. I, Shen, am always happy to help others and would be very willing to help you."
Xie Jinghui knew perfectly well who Shen Sixian was referring to.
"No need to worry," Xie Jinghui calmly. "There won't be a next time."
Although he already knew that Xie Jinghui was now with Shen Shuangjian, Shen Sixian would still get furious whenever he appeared within the Shen Residence's grounds.
Just then, the servants were serving tea to the guests, Shen Sixian leaned slightly forward to fill Xie Jinghui's teacup.
" Mr. Xie, please try some of our newly arrived Baihao Yinzhen tea."
In the past, when Xie Jinghui often visited the Shen Residence, Shen Sixian would always have the same tea brewed for him: this strong and bitter Baihao Yinzhen.
The same tea leaves are used, and the cup is always filled to the brim on the second cup. Even if Xie Jinghui is a fool, after a few times, he should eventually figure out that this is a way of saying goodbye.
Therefore, in the past, Xie Jinghui would leave before the second cup of tea was served.
However, times have changed, Xie Jinghui seemed unable to grasp Shen Sixian's implied meaning, raising her hand to pick up the full teacup.
His hand was very steady, and not a drop of tea was spilled. Xie Jinghui took a sip and then put the tea back.
He looked at Shen Sixian, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Good tea."