Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 806: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (19)

"Shengsheng... don't be like this..."

In the dim room, Xu Yanheng leaned against the door frame with his breathing slightly disordered.

He carefully held Song Yuesheng's waist with one hand, and his palm could touch the outline of her bandage through the cheongsam, fearing that she would tear the wound if she moved too much. His other hand was propped on the door, and his knuckles turned slightly white due to restraint.

But Song Yuesheng seemed not to hear her. Her soft lips pecked his neck all the way, and her warm breath brushed over his protruding Adam's apple.

Her fingers deftly slipped into his clothes, her fingertips hooked onto the button of his shirt, and lightly lifted it——

"Sheng... Sheng..." Xu Yanheng's Adam's apple rolled, his voice was extremely hoarse, with a hint of begging for mercy, "... Can I beg you? You, you are injured now..."

Song Yuesheng raised her eyes from his chest, with a faint red at the corners of her eyes.

She suddenly opened her mouth and bit his chin lightly, her voice sticky like melted honey: "Didn't you promise to accompany me to relieve stress? Xu Yanheng, you lied to me."

Xu Yanheng simply couldn't express his pain in words.

He had gone to the Chinese Medicine Hospital to give an exchange lecture today, but when he was leaving, he heard several doctors whispering about the "deep brother-sister relationship" between her and Shen Zhirang.

I wanted to ask her for clarification, but she coaxed me into leaving the hospital with just a few words. The doctor said she was seriously injured and needed counseling, so when I heard her say she wanted to relieve stress, I agreed without thinking.

He thought that "relieving stress" was to accompany her to drink some sweet soup, talk, or at worst play some fighting games. He never thought it would be like this...

"Doctor Xu, you are not concentrating~"

Song Yuesheng suddenly raised her hand and gently hooked away the plain glasses on his nose with her fingertips.

The moment the lenses faded, the desire surging in his eyes had no place to hide anymore, and his dark pupils were like thick ink that could not be dissolved, staring straight at her.

Xu Yanheng closed his eyes, and suddenly tightened his arms to hold her closer. He rested his forehead against hers, and as his breaths intertwined, his voice was so low that it was almost a sigh: "Little ancestor, please stop teasing me, okay? If you continue to tease me... something bad will really happen."

His Adam's apple rolled again, "Really, I'm not lying to you."

Song Yuesheng chuckled and drew circles on his chest with her fingertips: "But I really need to relax now, how about you..."

"Who taught you to relax about this?" Xu Yanheng suddenly interrupted her, frowning, "Shen Zhirang?" His voice suddenly became colder, "Does he still have any shame? You are brother and sister! Fuck! You should have just given him an acupuncture injection so that he would never wake up!"

The air was quiet for a moment.

Song Yuesheng tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly burst out laughing: "I was adopted by the Shen family when I was six years old, and my relationship with him is not what you think."

"As for who taught me..." She paused, the corners of her lips curled up, "I don't know."

Who can remember a night of passion?

Besides, that was two years ago.

Who has such a good memory that only remembers useless things?

Song Yuesheng's fingertips slid to his collar and gently pulled it: "I'm in the entertainment industry, I may have seen a lot of this kind of thing... Want to try it yourself."

"This kind of thinking is very dangerous and needs to be changed." Xu Yanheng's Adam's apple rolled and his voice was as low as the ending note of a cello.

His slender fingers gently pinched her chin, forcing her to look up and look at him.

"That is, I can bear not to touch you..." He suddenly leaned forward, his warm breath sprayed on her ear, with a hint of danger: "If it were someone else, you would probably die tonight."

Song Yuesheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she stubbornly refused to look away. Seeing this, Xu Yanheng sighed softly, stroking the red corners of her eyes with his fingertips, and his tone softened unconsciously: "Shengsheng, there are many ways to relieve stress. I will help you find another one, okay?"

"...So you agree to play the piano for me?" Song Yuesheng suddenly changed the subject.

Before Xu Yanheng could react, the person in her arms had already slipped out like a nimble fish. She fumbled for the switch in the moonlight coming in from the window, and with a "click", the warm yellow light instantly filled the entire living room.

The sudden light made Xu Yanheng squint his eyes subconsciously.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Song Yuesheng standing in front of the grand piano, his slender fingers gently stroking the wood grain on the piano cover.

"Sister Zhen is right," she turned around and raised her eyebrows at him. The cheongsam set off her curvy figure, and the few tears in it made her look even more charming. "You really have such a good piano hidden in your house. Can you play a song for me?"

Xu Yanheng stood there in a daze, and suddenly laughed softly after a while.

He unbuttoned his cuffs slowly and rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, revealing his well-defined arms: "...Okay, you take a rest first."

"Not now?" Song Yuesheng tilted his head.

The man had already walked in front of her, kneeling on one knee at the edge of the sofa, and gently rubbed her lips with his calloused thumb: "Some little bad guy was only concerned with starting the fire..."

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with lust. "You have to give me some time... to calm down."

Song Yuesheng choked and coughed lightly: "...You said no."

"Well," Xu Yanheng suddenly leaned over and placed a feather-light kiss on her forehead, "I can't bear to let her go."

When he stood up, the agarwood bracelet on his wrist brushed against her cheek, leaving a faint wisp of sandalwood.

Song Yuesheng watched the man's back as he walked towards the second floor, and suddenly noticed that the back of his white shirt was wet.

Well...he's weird too.

Liuxia Hui only exists in books. In today's fast-paced life, who would let go of the meat at their fingertips?

It seems...everything has gone wrong since she acquired that strange "ability" - whenever she had suicidal thoughts, her soul would leave her body.

She could now compete with Shen Zhirang, a dignitary who was once high and mighty. Those men who always looked down on her now called her "Shengsheng" in a lingering tone. What was even more strange was that the emotions surging in their eyes had already surpassed liking and were even more paranoid than love...

Why on earth?

"hiss--"

His forehead was throbbing, and Song Yuesheng raised his hand to rub his temple, but accidentally pulled the wound on his arm.

Forget it.

Shen Zhirang’s account has not been settled yet, why think about these things?

but……

Song Yuesheng glanced at the second floor.

Why did Xu Yanheng take so long to go up there?

She had long lost interest in listening to music and now only felt sleepy.

"Xu Yanheng!" She stood up by supporting herself on the sofa. The wound felt a slight sting, but it was not enough to affect her movements. When she reached the stairs, she raised her voice, "Where is your guest room? I'm sleepy."

A vague response came from the corridor: "The second room on the left of the stairs..."

"understood!"

However, when Song Yuesheng pushed open the designated door, he froze at the door for a moment.

The frosted glass reflected the hazy figure in the bathroom, and the sound of the shower could not cover up the man's heavy breathing. She could even imagine the hot water flowing over his tense back and into his waist...

"..."

She took a deep breath: "Xu Yanheng, what do you mean?"

"Shengsheng..." The sound of water stopped abruptly, and his voice mixed with water vapor floated in, "I mean... except for this room... maybe I spoke too softly..." The ending tone trembled suspiciously.

"Okay." Song Yuesheng slammed the door.

The corridor returned to silence.

In the bathroom, Xu Yanheng turned the water temperature to the coldest setting. The cold water washed over his burning skin, but it couldn't extinguish the restless fire in his body. Just when he thought the torment was about to end——

"Sincere advice," Song Yuesheng's lazy voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Doctors don't treat themselves. You can find other Chinese medicine doctors to check your hidden illness."

The footsteps gradually faded away, and this time they really left.

Xu Yanheng turned off the shower and water droplets dripped down the ends of his hair.

He suddenly chuckled, and wiped his lips with his fingertips: "Shengsheng, when your injury is healed..." The man in the mirror had dark eyes, "You will definitely regret every word you said just now."