Chapter 371: The Cat Stealing from the Henhouse
After placing Young Master Sang on the bed, Shi Qingyan took a deep breath.
Her heart had never been this excited and anxious before.
Sang Zhe looked peaceful and well-behaved in his sleep, lying on the bed blissfully unaware.
Shi Qingyan’s fingertips glided gently across Sang Zhe’s cheek, trailing down to his collar.
Then, as if compelled by an uncontrollable urge, she slowly began to loosen his collar and remove his outer garment.
Sang Zhe usually preferred wearing simple, plain white shirts. Not exactly ugly, but undeniably too plain and understated.
After slipping off the outer garment, Shi Qingyan found herself momentarily distracted, holding onto the garment in a daze.
Then, as if she couldn’t contain herself, she pressed her face into it and took a deep breath.
“… Hah.”
She guessed her current expression must look like that of a creep.
Because she could practically feel her cheeks burning and her whole body heating up.
But she didn’t regret it at all.
In fact, she had been looking forward to this day for a long time.
Ever since that time, with the “father” who stood in front of her and chased away the brothel bullies, Sang Zhe had come to represent all the positive attributes of the label “man” in her eyes.
It also made her realize that she didn’t dislike men because she preferred women. Instead, she simply hated bad men.
Or perhaps she just really liked Sang Zhe.
Her fingers continued to slide, and Shi Qingyan gently pulled apart his inner clothing, revealing his strong chest.
Her beautiful eyes glazed with infatuation, she lovingly traced her fingers over his chest, completely enchanted by his overwhelming masculine aura.
Her heart raced faster, and with trembling excitement, Shi Qingyan slowly removed the last layer of clothing from him and sat gently on his waist.
She gazed down at the sleeping man beneath her, examining him like a work of art.
After a long while, she finally leaned down, feeling both nervous and excited, and softly pressed her lips against his.
From tentative exploration to growing intoxication, it soon transformed into insatiable desire.
Like an addiction, once she’d tasted it, she could hardly control herself, once, twice, three times…
Until Shi Qingyan felt her lips tingling, and she reluctantly parted them, a blissful sigh escaping her.
“So good…” she murmured dreamily.
Then she slowly took out her hairpin, her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.
With her garments loosened, they hung casually at her elbows, exposing her smooth shoulders and delicate arms.
Her slender waist could easily be embraced with just half of Sang Zhe’s arm, making her look like a doll perched on a giant stuffed toy.
But even so, Shi Qingyan remained confident; her figure, curves, and skin could be considered stunning. Even among the beauties of the Sang family, she held her own.
Yet, it seemed that Sang Zhe had never truly paid attention to her.
No matter how much she hinted, suggested, or even directly flirted, Sang Zhe always maintained that comfortably distant position, close yet far enough that it remained ambiguous, never crossing the line.
Sometimes, Shi Qingyan felt a bit defeated and dejected. Was she truly not as good as the others?
Not as gentle and accommodating as Zhang Xiaoying.
Not as pure as Gu Yingmian.
Not as mature and seductive as Meng Qiyan and Tang Yubbing.
Not as adorably petite and charming as Hua Jianglian.
Perhaps she had grown accustomed to being silent in a shadowy life, used to going solo in everyday life.
Accustomed to being clumsy with words and not knowing how to express her feelings.
But even if she was awkward, even if he was thick-headed…
Some things, at the very least, he should’ve realized, right?
“… You big blockhead.” After a long pause, Shi Qingyan finally muttered softly.
It sounded both helpless and playfully resentful.
“Though I think what I’m doing isn’t quite right… But it can’t be helped. It’s all your fault for never responding to me, you blockhead.”
“You stole away the woman I love the most… so I’m taking you away.”
“Now, we’re even, right?”
With that, she leaned down, pressing her skin against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck, and gently biting his earlobe.
“Even if it feels like a cat sneaking a bite… I’m sorry.”
“I’m about to dig in.” She licked her lips daintily.
But in the next moment, a voice made her jump like she’d been electrocuted.
“Um… Senior Sister Shi?”
“Is there a possibility that you could just tell me directly instead of drugging me?”
Shi Qingyan froze, her face instantly flushed: “Y-You’ve been awake all along?”
“Ahem, I think I can tell the difference between the smell of alcohol and anesthesia.” Sang Zhe opened his eyes, looking slightly helpless.
“S-So… you heard everything I said just now?”
Shi Qingyan suddenly felt a pang of embarrassment.
A bit dejected, yet she didn’t want to get off Sang Zhe.
“If Senior Sister Shi needs it.”
Sang Zhe thought for a moment and replied, “I could conveniently forget everything.”
Unexpectedly, Shi Qingyan suddenly bit his lips, and after a long, intense kiss, she fiercely said:
“… No forgetting.”
“Everything I just said… Every single word.”
“Keep it in your heart.”
“Forever, you’re not allowed to forget.” Her long eyelashes slowly lowered, almost brushing against Sang Zhe’s face, ticklishly.
Sang Zhe nodded.
“I will.”
Only then did Shi Qingyan break into a smile.
She gradually straightened herself, the moonlight filtering through the window, illuminating her fair and smooth body, making her look exceptionally pure and pleasing, as if her delicate skin was emitting a milky glow.
Seemingly pleased with Sang Zhe’s captivated gaze, Shi Qingyan softly asked:
“Is it pretty?”
“… It would be a crime against my conscience to say it’s not pretty.”
“Good, then keep your eyes on it. Don’t look away, okay?”
Shi Qingyan lightly tucked some stray hair behind her ear and gently said, “Next up, it’s time for the blood demon to feast.”
“Wait, are you seriously going to feast at a time like this? On my blood?”
“Hehe, I’m a blood demon who isn’t picky about food.”
Shi Qingyan’s flirtatious eyes sparkled, her smile filled with indescribable charm and alluring grace.
“Blood demons can eat more than just blood, you know.”
“I can eat… anything~”
Sang Zhe: “?”
What kind of outrageous words were these?
How come he never realized Senior Sister Shi was so bold before?
No… now that he thought about it.
She had said quite a few suggestive things before, but he just never connected the dots.
“Ahem. Speaking of which, Senior Sister Shi, since you’ve got my agreement, can you get off me now?”
“No~ way~”
Shi Qingyan stubbornly stayed put and instead used her fingers to form an invisible spiritual chain that bound Sang Zhe’s hands to the headboard.
“Hey… what’s this for?”
“Because.” She gently leaned over, whispering seductively into Sang Zhe’s ear.
“I prefer… being on top.”
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