CHAPTER 432: CHAPTER 432: CHRISTMAS "SURPRISE" (PART 12)

But besides that smell, there was also a faint scent of disinfectant, mixed with perfume, not noticeable unless you really paid attention.

Isn’t this kind of smell usually found in hospitals?

Just as she was thinking, the bathroom door was suddenly opened. Sheng Jianan stood at the door, wrapped in a towel, looking at her with a faint smile.

Tang Yanqi felt slightly embarrassed, caught in the act of sniffing his clothes.

"Uh, I..."

Miss Tang wanted to explain, but her tongue seemed to be tied in knots, unable to straighten out. Sheng Jianan, with a mischievous grin on his lips, walked up to her and pulled the clothes from her hands, casually tossing them aside. "So enchanted by my scent? Come into my arms, and I’ll let you smell as much as you like."

"..."

That’s not what she meant!

She cleared her throat to steady herself, then pretended to be calm as she spoke, "Your clothes have a disinfectant smell. Did you... go to the hospital?"

Sheng Jianan’s hand had already wrapped around her waist, his head buried in her neck, "Mm."

"What happened?"

Sheng Jianan explained tonight’s events in a lazy, succinct manner.

Tang Yanqi hadn’t dared to ask directly about Shen Yao, but she hadn’t expected him to explain it directly.

Listening to Sheng Jianan, Tang Yanqi felt a complex mix of emotions. Shouldn’t she be thankful that Shen Yao was willing to risk everything for Sheng Jianan? Otherwise, he would have been hurt.

But why did her heart feel so unsettled?

Tang Yanqi didn’t think of herself as a petty woman, but she just felt uncomfortable.

Shen Yao knew all of Sheng Jianan’s preferences; she was his first love, and she could risk everything for him, but what about Sheng Jianan?

They once loved each other, and now with this happening, would he...?

Tang Yanqi didn’t dare think further, nor did she dare to ask; she also didn’t have the time to ask.

The person who had his head buried in her neck had moved sometime, directly capturing her lips. Tang Yanqi instinctively wanted to refuse, she wasn’t in the mood now, but there was no way Sheng Jianan would let her reject him.

Her slight resistance seemed merely like the shy pretense of a girl to him; Sheng Jianan’s hands lingered around Tang Yanqi’s neck.

He always had the power to mesmerize her.

To hell with Shen Yao and first loves; she just wanted to hold him, possess him, and let no one take him away.

Maybe Sheng Jianan’s explanation worked; when Tang Yanqi woke the next morning, the turmoil from witnessing last night’s scene had already vanished.

Propping herself up to sit, before she could lift the quilt, she was pulled back, a large hand pressing on her head. The man’s husky voice sounded above her, "Sleep a little more."

Winter beds are always the most decadent places; Tang Yanqi had wanted to get up and finish the things she neglected due to distraction last night, but Sheng Jianan’s words made her unable to refuse, so she nestled in his arms and fell asleep again.

By the time both of them woke up, it was already noon. Sheng Jianan rarely had such a leisurely weekend; after lunch, a drizzle began outside, and the temperature dropped instantly.