Si Yehan’s eyes were like a cold pool of bottomless water as he looked at her and said, “Come here.”
Ye Wanwan pounced like a tiny cannon as soon as she heard him.
Si Yehan’s body leaned back a little from the impact, and two of the buttons on his dress shirt loosened.
When Si Yehan met her glittering eyes, he gently looped a hand around her waist. His tone was uncommonly gentle. “Let’s talk.”
Ye Wanwan’s brows furrowed. “You said we’d sleep after I drank it…”
“Yes, I said that, but let me ask you a question first.” There was a bewitching quality to Si Yehan’s voice.
This trick was obviously very effective. Ye Wanwan obediently nodded. “Okay…”
Si Yehan watched her face as he quietly asked, “Do you like me, or do you like my face?”
“Your face,” Ye Wanwan answered without hesitation.
Si Yehan’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly. A second later, he buttoned his shirt as though everything was normal. “Sleep by yourself.”
The second Ye Wanwan heard Si Yehan’s words, she felt like thunder clapped across a clear sky and was dumbstruck.
Si Yehan walked upstairs; even his back showed his anger.
Ye Wanwan was stunned for a moment before chasing after Si Yehan. When she realized she couldn’t catch up due to the speed of his long legs, she pushed off the stair railing and leaped forward, landing in front of Si Yehan and blocking his path.
Ye Wanwan asked, “Why?”
“Figure it out yourself.”
Si Yehan’s face was frosty. Then he coldly entered the bathroom without another word.
The door slammed on Ye Wanwan. Grievance bubbled up inside and she angrily jumped onto the bed and hugged the comforter.
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