“You’re sick, you’re perverted.” She scolded.
The skin on her neck was being caressed by him. Even as she scolded him, he laughed with pleasure.
He was impervious to reason, so Shi Sui simply closed her eyes and played dead.
In an instant, he straightened up with his hand around her waist, and suddenly, close to her ear, asked: “Did my roommate with glasses touch you?”
“No.” Shi Sui thought he was being baselessly jealous again, “Wasn’t he pulled back by you?”
“I know.”
He kissed her cheek once, like a reward.
Shi Sui was completely confused until she heard Yan Tingli say casually, “I remembered wrong – he wasn’t wearing glasses today.”
Several seconds passed.
She finally slowly understood Yan Tingli’s meaning, and fine goosebumps suddenly rose on her back.
—He was testing her, whether she had seen other men’s faces.
As for why he asked about this roommate, she wasn’t sure.
“I’m very happy today.”
Shi Sui: “…Huh?”
She often couldn’t understand Yan Tingli’s thought processes.
“Coming here, were you looking for me?” He played with a strand of hair by her ear.
“I came here for class.” Shi Sui originally wanted to explain she hadn’t come specifically to find him, but remembering Song Jie’s request, she changed her tone, “But I did want to find you too.”
Yan Tingli’s response was to lean his profile against hers from behind, nuzzling her.
Every moment of intimacy with him at school made Shi Sui feel at a loss, even in the car.
She slightly moved her face away and finally spoke the lines she had rehearsed for a long time: “Where did you go yesterday anyway? Why didn’t you answer my calls?”
Shi Sui never proactively asked about his whereabouts.
Yan Tingli was silent for a moment.
Suddenly, he said, “Who told you to ask?”
Shi Sui’s heart jumped violently, almost thinking he could read minds.
“Zhou Xuyan?” Yan Tingli’s tone was cold. “What does she want to find out?”
“No, she didn’t ask!”
Yan Tingli looked at her with lowered eyelids.
Seeing he was just routinely inquiring, Shi Sui regained confidence and raised her voice: “Can’t I ask what you’re doing?”
Yan Tingli was silent longer this time than before.
Just as Shi Sui’s heart was jumping up and down, suddenly, another gentle kiss fell on her cheek.
Like a lingering feather.
Shi Sui’s eyelashes fluttered: “…Why are you kissing me again?”
“Commemoration.”
“Commemorating what?”
“The first time you’ve controlled me.”
Shi Sui lowered her head and muttered, “Do you like being controlled?”
He laughed slowly: “That depends on who’s doing the controlling.”
Shi Sui felt something wasn’t quite right.
After a long while, she suppressed this strange feeling and changed the subject: “So what did you go do?”
He seemed particularly patient today, willing to participate in this boring conversation.
“I went back to the Yan house.” He said, “Had dinner with them.”
“Oh,” Shi Sui said, “I know about that.”
“Professor Su’s family was also at the table, including Su Han,” Yan Tingli paused, “You know about that too?”
Shi Sui wanted to pretend she didn’t know, but unfortunately, people who aren’t good at lying can’t even pretend. She could only say hesitantly: “I heard you mention it on the phone.”
“You eavesdropped on my phone call?” Yan Tingli’s voice slightly rose, carrying indescribable meaning.
“I wasn’t eavesdropping.” Shi Sui cleared her name, “I accidentally overheard.”
“Mm, accidentally.”
“It was accidental,” Shi Sui’s face grew hotter, “Stop kissing me.” He was kissing while talking, like petting a cat, pressing against her cheek to kiss.
“I won’t have any relationship with Su Han.” Yan Tingli suddenly said in her ear.
Each word is clear, more intimate than pillow talk.