Sang Fan was incredibly tall, and Sang Fan had to slightly tiptoe to more conveniently stroke his hair.
What was initially a comforting gesture, devoid of any ambiguous undertones, caused Sang Fan to freeze entirely.
No one dared to touch his head; it was no different than plucking a hair from a tiger's mane.
Sang Fan was quite reclusive in certain aspects. He didn't even have many close friends, nor had he ever been this intimate with anyone.
The moment Shen Yue drew near, her warm breath brushed across his chin, sending a tingling sensation throughout his body. His heart felt warm and full, strangely smoothing out all the restlessness within him.
The milk tea in his hand was still warm. Holding it in the heat of summer wasn't very comfortable. This was Shen Yue's habit; she was quite strictly regulated regarding her diet, and she usually drank milk tea at room temperature. This led her to subconsciously order two cups at room temperature when buying milk tea back then, unaware of how torturous room-temperature milk tea could be in the height of summer.
The sweetness spreading in his mouth didn't seem so unacceptable anymore; it was sweet to the very core of his heart.
Amidst his out-of-control heartbeat, Sang Fan almost frantically dodged that hand, lowered his head abruptly, and took two deep sips of his milk tea.
Shen Yue naturally withdrew her hand, chuckling softly twice.
After Sang Fan finished his strawberry mochi, Shen Yue very seriously said, "Alright, our next task is to tidy up the house."
Turning to look around, Shen Yue couldn't help but sigh, "Do you know what you're like?"
Sang Fan asked curiously, "Like what?"
Shen Yue looked him in the eyes, "Like a husky that tears up the house when the owner isn't home."
"..."
It was truly a vivid image.
After cleaning the guest room, Shen Yue was drenched in sweat from exhaustion. She planned to take a bath first, but when she entered the guest room, Shen Yue's pupils contracted at the sight within.
The neatly made bed she had left behind was now in disarray, folded into a nest-like shape. One might have thought a wild beast had made its den there.
"Sang Fan."
Sang Fan felt guilty and dared not make a sound.
"This is not a good habit."
I can't help it.
"Here," the young man seemed quite helpless, letting out a soft sigh. "You're not allowed to do this anymore."
But I really can't help it, unless you don't go out to work.
"You can tell me if you have any problems, but you can't casually destroy things like this anymore, and you can't make a nest on my bed, okay?"
Got it, got it. I'll be more careful in the future.
Shen Yue had no idea what the man was thinking, believing he had taken her words to heart. She diligently tidied up the room.
That night, Sang Fan finally slept in Shen Yue's bed.
The bed was large, with a bolster pillow separating them. Each had their own blanket. In the pitch-black darkness, Sang Fan could hear the girl's light breathing.
He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and couldn't help but fidget.
"What's wrong?" the girl's sleepy voice echoed in the silence, soft and sweet, as if she were acting spoiled. "Can't sleep?"
Sang Fan's ears tingled. He let out a low hum.
Then, in the next instant, Shen Yue gently took his hand, as if coaxing a child, and softly patted his hand, saying, "Sleep, sleep..."
Under Shen Yue's gentle touch, Sang Fan soon fell asleep.
—
The flower shop didn't have much foot traffic throughout the day; not many people came to buy flowers. Shen Yue's main tasks were arranging flowers and packaging bouquets.
"Hello, could I have a bouquet of Eustoma, please?" a refined man wearing glasses walked in and, as usual, asked for a bouquet of Eustoma.
Shen Yue said, "Okay," and lowered her head to wrap it.
This gentleman came almost every day and always ordered the same flowers – Eustoma.
The Eustoma had a fresh and elegant color, with petal tips of pale purple that deepened as they went down, eventually turning white, making them elegantly unique.
Shen Yue's packaging movements were a little slow, but the man seemed in no hurry. He would always wait quietly nearby and never urged her on.
After packaging, Shen Yue handed him the flowers. The man pulled out a large red bill, generously saying, "No need for change."
Shen Yue wasn't one to take advantage. "Sir, we have change..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man simply waved his hand and left. Shen Yue didn't know whether to chase after him with the red bill or not.
The man, carrying a bouquet of pale purple Eustoma, got into a Bentley parked not far away.
He handed the bouquet to the man sitting in the back.
In the semi-lit car compartment, Jiang Bainian crossed his long legs at ease, holding the Eustoma that clashed with his impeccably tailored suit.
He lowered his head and sniffed it gently, his eyes cast down, revealing no discernible emotion.
The man hesitated for a moment before voicing his doubts, "Mr. Jiang, if you're that worried about Miss Shen, why not bring her back?"
It wouldn't be so troublesome; he had to wait outside the flower shop for an hour every day, whether going to or from work. This job at the flower shop was also arranged by Jiang Bainian. Jiang Bainian was already very busy, yet he still had to carve out two hours.
In the dim light of the back seat, Jiang Bainian's features seemed to merge with the darkness, conveying a sense of gloom and detachment in the confined space.
His tone was unreadable, but the pampering and helplessness hidden beneath it were evident. "She's having a tantrum lately and hasn't cooled down yet. Let her play outside for a while."
Assistant Ye had only recently started following Jiang Bainian. Now, he was truly witnessing the man, who was always seen as a fox in sheep's clothing by outsiders, revealing such genuine emotions.
It seemed the rumors were true. President Jiang truly doted on Miss Shen as if she were his own precious darling.
His mind conjured the image of the girl's overly exquisite and beautiful face. She looked as though she had been pampered and accustomed to a life of luxury, her demeanor unlike that of an ordinary person.
—
Shen Yue got off work early today, and Sang Fan was also at home, so they decided to go out to eat. It was mainly Shen Yue's idea because she had a little money on hand. It was the first time in her life she had earned a small sum through her own efforts, and naturally, she wanted to celebrate with her closest friend.
That's right, within these two weeks, Sang Fan had risen to the position of friend in Shen Yue's heart.
Shen Yue waved her hand grandly, patting her chest, and said magnanimously, "It's my treat today!"
She booked a popular restaurant on her phone. When they arrived, they didn't have to wait long before the hostess called out their table number.