Shen Yue went to the apartment next door and bought breakfast. The breakfast shop had a good taste, and she often bought from there; the prices were also very affordable.
The owner of the breakfast shop was a gregarious person who would chat with every customer. After Shen Yue bought her breakfast, the owner engaged her in conversation. Due to her nature, coupled with good upbringing and politeness, she listened quietly, occasionally chiming in.
She only suggested leaving when it felt appropriate. The owner was very enthusiastic, and Shen Yue found it a bit overwhelming.
Sang Fan lived on the sixth floor.
While waiting for the elevator, Shen Yue heard a commotion from nearby. She instinctively looked over and then froze.
Sang Fan saw her too. It was as if he had spotted a lifeline. He rushed over like a cannonball, knocking Shen Yue back several steps. If not for his strong, sturdy arms catching her, she would have likely fallen to the ground the next second.
His hot, burning breath, the disheveled, heavy panting from above, and his heart pounding intensely as if it would burst through his skin.
Sang Fan couldn't utter a word. He was simply too tall, lifting Shen Yue almost entirely off the ground.
The gazes of the people nearby also started to become strange.
In broad daylight, pulling and dragging – what kind of conduct was this!
Shen Yue was easily embarrassed. Her pale, sickly complexion was tinged with a faint blush, and even her thin eyelids were painted with a touch of crimson.
Utterly helpless, Shen Yue, being held, couldn't even free one hand. She could only blush and say, "You, let go of me first!"
Sang Fan didn't speak, but he was obedient and loosened his grip slightly, changing to holding her hand.
The elevator arrived just then. The two entered, and once inside the apartment, the door was closed. Before Shen Yue could even ask what was going on, she turned around and was met with a hug.
Sang Fan lowered his head. Shen Yue quickly dodged, and for a moment, their breaths mingled.
He was still shaken, and the faint, fresh scent near his nose helped the beast, freed from its chains, to calm down slightly. However, it remained restless, and the urgent, burning sensation was almost overwhelming Shen Yue.
Shen Yue was not short, but it was of no use; Sang Fan was simply too tall, like a majestic small mountain. The veins on the back of his hands were prominent, bulging slightly at the moment, his muscles taut, exuding a fierce explosive power that her small frame couldn't possibly resist.
She looked up and saw Sang Fan's dark eyes gazing deeply at her, as if a fire was burning within them.
In the narrow entryway, Sang Fan, so tall, almost completely enveloped Shen Yue.
She still held her breakfast in her hand, emitting warmth.
Sang Fan's gaze made Shen Yue somewhat evasive. She quickly raised her hand to push him.
His hard, broad shoulders were as unyielding as rock. When she pushed, it was like hitting a solid stone; it was completely useless.
Instead, the more she pushed, the tighter Sang Fan held her. In his strong arms, Shen Yue was like a porcelain doll being manipulated, utterly unable to resist, her back slowly pressed against the door.
Her vibrant red lips couldn't help but purse slightly. In the confined space, the feel of his firm muscles through the thin fabric and his scorching breath made her dizzy.
Too close…
Too hot…
Her slender, thick eyelashes quivered minutely. Her pale skin glowed like the moon, beautiful yet so frail.
So fragile, one would want to cradle her in their hands.
"Sang Fan…" she enunciated clearly, her earlobe, round and pearly white, was bright red, a sign of shame. "Let go."
After a moment, Sang Fan released her with a heavy sigh, but his dark eyes remained fixed on the girl, like a predator gripping its prey by the neck, the heat within them chilling.
Contrasting his gaze, his tone was soft as he mumbled towards the pale girl before him, "Where did you go?"
Shen Yue suppressed her reaction. She placed her hand lightly on his chest, which was firm and somewhat hard. Feeling the heat radiating from him, the male hormones were almost unbearable for anyone. "You, you step back a bit…"
Sang Fan lowered his eyes, appearing wronged but still obediently stepped back a small half-step. It was truly just a small step, but at least it gave her room to breathe.
Shen Yue exhaled a silent, long breath and composed herself. "I went to buy breakfast."
She paused, then glanced at Sang Fan's feet, her brow furrowing. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
But very soon, Shen Yue sensed something was wrong.
Sang Fan was wearing black pants. His leg had been injured yesterday and couldn't be subjected to strenuous activity for a month. However, the injured right leg was stained a deep color.
The next second, Shen Yue saw a drop of blood fall onto the floor.
A faint scent of blood wafted through the air.
Shen Yue's brow furrowed again. Without a word, she pulled Sang Fan to sit on the sofa and turned to get the first-aid kit.
Seeing Shen Yue about to leave again, Sang Fan reflexively stood up quickly, following her like a desperate pursuer.
This time, Shen Yue was truly a little angry, and her tone involuntarily turned cold. "Sit down!"
The tall boy trembled slightly at the girl's words and then, reluctantly, sat down with extreme slowness.
His dark, suppressed, and gloomy eyes followed the girl's movements.
Shen Yue skillfully found the first-aid kit, rolled up Sang Fan's trouser leg, and removed the bandage. Fortunately, the wound hadn't torn too badly, but it was bleeding quite a bit. Shen Yue fumbled clumsily for a long time before finishing.
The breakfast on the table had gone cold. Shen Yue washed her hands and took the breakfast to the kitchen to reheat it.
Sang Fan seemed to be equipped with a radar; as soon as Shen Yue made a move, he tensed up.
He quickly grabbed the hem of Shen Yue's clothes, his voice hoarse from crying all night, like it had been rubbed by stones. "You, where are you going?"
It seemed to be the only sentence he knew.
Shen Yue replied, "I'm just going to heat up this breakfast."
Sang Fan looked down and saw that Shen Yue was indeed carrying the breakfast in her hand. The heavy stone on his chest loosened slightly.
He went to the bathroom to wash his feet, and coincidentally changed into a pair of pants, then eagerly came before Shen Yue.
Shen Yue was still arranging the breakfast when he pulled her aside and started doing it himself.
His movements were domineering and unreasonable, exuding an air of unquestionable authority, yet also showing meticulous care, like a dragon guarding its treasure.
Shen Yue didn't move, allowing him to proceed.
The porridge was still warm. Shen Yue only ate half of it; she couldn't eat the other half. Perhaps her palate had been spoiled by Sang Fan, and the breakfast she used to find quite good now seemed mediocre, not as delicious as what Sang Fan made.