Suddenly he laughed: “No wonder.” The mockery in his tone almost overflowed: “Usually can’t wait to run away.”
Shi Sui’s voice was very low: “…I just didn’t know how to refuse Aunt Song.”
“Not curious?”
“About what?” Shi Sui didn’t understand.
Yan Tingli slightly tilted his head, his brows cool as water: “Like asking me who Yan Congjin is. You don’t look surprised.”
Shi Sui’s expression stiffened almost imperceptibly, then quickly covered it up.
Yan Tingli let out a cold laugh: “Zhou Xuyan has quite some nerve.”
“No, it wasn’t her, she didn’t say anything.” Shi Sui hurriedly cleared her friend of responsibility.
His eyebrow arched with more sarcasm: “Seems you do know.”
“…”
Yan Tingli was cunning and scheming. She too easily fell into his traps.
The more she said, the more mistakes she made. Shi Sui simply shut her mouth.
For quite a while.
Yan Tingli didn’t make another sound.
Thinking he was brewing some big move, Shi Sui held her breath and secretly glanced at him, slightly stunned.
Yan Tingli only showed him her profile.
His eyelashes pressed low, his expression unclear.
She couldn’t fathom anything, yet Shi Sui felt a kind of cold, lonely fragility.
But it was only momentary, so fast it seemed like an illusion.
Yan Tingli turned his face toward her, back to his usual indifferent attitude: “What’s that expression?”
Shi Sui was stunned.
“Pitying me?”
“No, I—”
“Do I need it?”
Shi Sui paused for two seconds, understanding the meaning of his words.
…Just now was indeed an illusion.
Right.
With his top-tier life, getting whatever he wanted, where would he need her pity?
Though Shi Sui was indignant, her heart strangely relaxed somewhat. She muttered quietly: “Then I’ll take it back.”
“Who gave you permission to take it back?”
Shi Sui:?
Yan Tingli expressionlessly pulled her back onto his lap, moving up, spreading her legs apart.
Shi Sui was wearing a pleated skirt today, with only a thin layer of stockings underneath.
“Pitying it would also work,” Yan Tingli leaned close to her ear, saying in a low voice, “Haven’t tried it in a car yet.”
The hair on Shi Sui’s neck stood up as she cursed: “You pervert, this is school!”
Yan Tingli glanced out the window: “Should I drive the car home then?”
“That’s not okay either!”
Yan Tingli was noncommittal, playing with a strand of her hair.
Not mentioning this matter again, he asked methodically: “Let me guess, Zhou Xuyan told you yesterday?”
Shi Sui: “…”
He used a casual conversational tone: “Randomly telling my business, did she think about the consequences?”
“No…” Shi Sui had to cover for her best friend to the end: “I was the one who insisted on asking.”
Yan Tingli leaned close, his hand resting on her leg, his breath very light:
“Knowing so much is very dangerous.”
Shi Sui stopped his hand from going further, “Just pretend I don’t know. I won’t talk randomly.”
Yan Tingli laughed.
“No good.” He said, “Knowing is knowing.”
Regarding deliberately inquiring about Yan Tingli’s privacy, Shi Sui also felt somewhat guilty.
“What exactly do you want?”
He slowly traced circles on her knee: “What’s our relationship?”
“What else could it be,” Shi Sui said petulantly, “an improper relationship!”
“Then let’s change it to proper.”
Shi Sui’s pupils slightly dilated, her eardrums vibrating: “What kind of proper…relationship?”
Yan Tingli’s tone seemed casual, “If you’re my girlfriend, I don’t mind you knowing so much.”