Her fingers, which he had kneaded, felt as hot as if they had been singed by a candle flame. It is said that fingers are connected to the heart, and Zhong Ruanxing felt the high temperature on her fingers had already spread to her heart. She was now breathing unevenly, and didn't even dare to look into Song JinXing's eyes. She hurriedly picked up a skewer of barbecue to change the topic.
"Shall I keep eating then?"
Song JinXing smiled. "Yeah, go ahead and eat."
Zhong Ruanxing lowered her head and ate fiercely.
Song JinXing just looked at her with a hint of a smile. The straight-shooting President Song was really hard to fend off. His gaze was as if he wanted to devour her. Zhong Ruanxing was afraid that with such an onslaught, she would take the initiative to throw herself into his arms even before he could prove himself. That would be too cheap!
She shoved two skewers of barbecue into his hands, "Stop staring. Can't I even share some with you?"
Song JinXing finally decided to give her a break. He slowly retracted his gaze and ate the late-night snack with her.
Before long, the butler brought over some desserts and fruits with the servants. Zhong Ruanxing ate while refusing, "I can't eat anymore. It's too late. I won't be able to burn off the calories."
Song JinXing said, "The island show filming is more tiring than usual. Eating a little more than usual is normal."
Zhong Ruanxing suddenly realized, "You're right!"
So she decisively threw away the last bit of guilt.
The two of them sat on the balcony. They didn't really chat much, but just sitting together and looking at the night view felt pleasant. There was a feeling of fulfillment and happiness.
When Zhong Ruanxing remembered to check the time, it was almost midnight.
She was shocked and immediately stood up, "I have to go back!"
The moonlight and stars were covered by clouds at some point, and even the sea was hidden from view. Looking down from above, beyond the castle grounds, the vast jungle was pitch black without a hint of light, like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, just waiting for them to step in so it could swallow them in one gulp.
Zhong Ruanxing was startled by her own rich imagination. She regretted indulging in his charm and forgetting the time. Song JinXing got up and draped a thin blanket folded on the sofa over her fair, delicate shoulders, "I'll walk you back."
She struggled for two seconds before making up her mind quickly, "Let's just spend the night here tonight. I'll go back tomorrow morning."
Seeing that she didn't seem to be joking, Song JinXing nodded, "Alright, I'll have them tidy up the room next to mine."
Zhong Ruanxing deliberately looked unhappy and frowned, "Huh? The next room over? Not the master bedroom?"
Song JinXing reached out and pulled up the blanket that had slipped down half an inch, covering her slender collarbone, "I'll tidy it up and sleep there while you take the master bedroom."
The smugness in her eyes was like bursting stars. "Oh, I'd feel so bad."
Song JinXing's eyebrows quirked up very quickly, "Don't feel bad."
"The entire estate will be yours in the future. You can sleep wherever you want. Consider it getting a head start as the lady of the house."
Zhong Ruanxing was countered again. She glared at him before storming off, clutching the blanket around her neck.
Song JinXing followed behind, shaking his head with a smile.
Although the estate was large, the former owner had also hired many servants, nearly fifty people inside and out. After Song JinXing bought the island, he kept these people on. Even when it was just the island owner living there alone, the servants would clean every room daily.
So the guest room only needed fresh silk bedding, a few bouquets of flowers picked from the rose garden, a few drops of woody scented essential oils, and it would be ready for guests.
The one who said she wanted to sleep in the master bedroom ran over to the next room, took one look, and refused to come out, "I like the style of this room!"
Other than the master bedroom Song JinXing lived in that was redecorated after he moved in, the other rooms retained the original owner's aesthetics. This guest room was classic European palace style, the kind that could be used directly to film Downton Abbey.
Zhong Ruanxing flopped down on the soft big bed and twisted her head to say to him, "Go back to your dreary master bedroom and sleep."
Was she complaining that he was dreary?
Song JinXing's eyes narrowed slightly as he began to ponder if he should redecorate the master bedroom into the princess style she had liked before.
Still having to get up early to sneak back before the crew and guests woke up, Zhong Ruanxing yawned and waved her hand, "You can go now. I'm going to sleep. Good night."
Song JinXing nodded, "Good night."
He turned and gently closed the door.
It was her first time sleeping in a castle, plus she had just been confessed to by her crush. Although very tired, Zhong Ruanxing's mind was exceptionally excited. She tossed and turned in the silky bedding for over two hours before finally falling asleep counting sheep.
In the master bedroom just one wall over, Song JinXing also lay wide awake until the horizon began to turn misty blue.
Although he hadn't slept all night, his spirit was exceptionally good. When the alarm prompted a pained Zhong Ruanxing to crawl out of bed, Song JinXing was already tidied up and knocking on the door, "Awake?"
Zhong Ruanxing didn't even open her eyes. Hair disheveled, she went to open the door and stumbled back into bed without so much as glancing at him.
She didn't have a change of clothes and had slept in one of his shirts last night. The long white shirt covered her bottom, revealing a pair of slender, straight legs below. Her long wavy hair was messy against the dark silk bedding, spreading open with her movements. Her slender waist looked barely a handspan wide.
So early in the morning, this vivid, alluring scene was quite stimulating.
Yet the instigator was completely oblivious. Her muffled voice carried lazily, "Let me sleep five more minutes. Wake me in five."
Song JinXing closed his eyes briefly, suppressing the surging desire, and strode quickly to the foot of the bed. He picked up the edge of the comforter she had pressed down and covered her body with it. Then he walked to the window overlooking the blue sea awakened by daylight.
When napping, five minutes felt like it was over in just a second.
Zhong Ruanxing felt like she had just closed her eyes before being woken up, "Time to get up."
The low, gentle voice by her ear made Zhong Ruanxing open one eye and twist her head to look. Song JinXing was sitting at the edge of the bed, his palm patting her back lightly over the silk comforter.
Zhong Ruanxing whined, "I'm so sleepy..."
He smiled and continued patting her back gently, comfortingly, "Then let's not film today. You can just sleep in today, how about that?"
Zhong Ruanxing sat up sharply, "Of course not!"
Song JinXing's pupils expanded for a moment before he calmly looked away, turning his head, "Then get up. Breakfast is ready."
Zhong Ruanxing watched his deliberate movements and thought of something. She looked down.
Sure enough, the buttons on the front of her shirt had come undone at some point, exposing large swaths of fair skin and the peaks and valleys of her curves. Further down, there was much more the shirt didn't cover.
For two people who had swapped bodies before, they should have long been used to seeing each other's bodies.
But seeing it from their own perspective made them realize the feeling was completely different.
Zhong Ruanxing used to be able to tease him shamelessly, but now she would also blush from the sight.
Her fingers, which he had kneaded, felt as hot as if they had been singed by a candle flame. It is said that fingers are connected to the heart, and Zhong Ruanxing felt the high temperature on her fingers had already spread to her heart. She was now breathing unevenly, and didn't even dare to look into Song JinXing's eyes. She hurriedly picked up a skewer of barbecue to change the topic.
"Shall I keep eating then?"
Song JinXing smiled. "Yeah, go ahead and eat."
Zhong Ruanxing lowered her head and ate fiercely.
Song JinXing just looked at her with a hint of a smile. The straight-shooting President Song was really hard to fend off. His gaze was as if he wanted to devour her. Zhong Ruanxing was afraid that with such an onslaught, she would take the initiative to throw herself into his arms even before he could prove himself. That would be too cheap!
She shoved two skewers of barbecue into his hands, "Stop staring. Can't I even share some with you?"
Song JinXing finally decided to give her a break. He slowly retracted his gaze and ate the late-night snack with her.
Before long, the butler brought over some desserts and fruits with the servants. Zhong Ruanxing ate while refusing, "I can't eat anymore. It's too late. I won't be able to burn off the calories."
Song JinXing said, "The island show filming is more tiring than usual. Eating a little more than usual is normal."
Zhong Ruanxing suddenly realized, "You're right!"
So she decisively threw away the last bit of guilt.
The two of them sat on the balcony. They didn't really chat much, but just sitting together and looking at the night view felt pleasant. There was a feeling of fulfillment and happiness.
When Zhong Ruanxing remembered to check the time, it was almost midnight.
She was shocked and immediately stood up, "I have to go back!"
The moonlight and stars were covered by clouds at some point, and even the sea was hidden from view. Looking down from above, beyond the castle grounds, the vast jungle was pitch black without a hint of light, like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, just waiting for them to step in so it could swallow them in one gulp.
Zhong Ruanxing was startled by her own rich imagination. She regretted indulging in his charm and forgetting the time. Song JinXing got up and draped a thin blanket folded on the sofa over her fair, delicate shoulders, "I'll walk you back."
She struggled for two seconds before making up her mind quickly, "Let's just spend the night here tonight. I'll go back tomorrow morning."
Seeing that she didn't seem to be joking, Song JinXing nodded, "Alright, I'll have them tidy up the room next to mine."
Zhong Ruanxing deliberately looked unhappy and frowned, "Huh? The next room over? Not the master bedroom?"
Song JinXing reached out and pulled up the blanket that had slipped down half an inch, covering her slender collarbone, "I'll tidy it up and sleep there while you take the master bedroom."
The smugness in her eyes was like bursting stars. "Oh, I'd feel so bad."
Song JinXing's eyebrows quirked up very quickly, "Don't feel bad."
"The entire estate will be yours in the future. You can sleep wherever you want. Consider it getting a head start as the lady of the house."
Zhong Ruanxing was countered again. She glared at him before storming off, clutching the blanket around her neck.
Song JinXing followed behind, shaking his head with a smile.
Although the estate was large, the former owner had also hired many servants, nearly fifty people inside and out. After Song JinXing bought the island, he kept these people on. Even when it was just the island owner living there alone, the servants would clean every room daily.
So the guest room only needed fresh silk bedding, a few bouquets of flowers picked from the rose garden, a few drops of woody scented essential oils, and it would be ready for guests.
The one who said she wanted to sleep in the master bedroom ran over to the next room, took one look, and refused to come out, "I like the style of this room!"
Other than the master bedroom Song JinXing lived in that was redecorated after he moved in, the other rooms retained the original owner's aesthetics. This guest room was classic European palace style, the kind that could be used directly to film Downton Abbey.
Zhong Ruanxing flopped down on the soft big bed and twisted her head to say to him, "Go back to your dreary master bedroom and sleep."
Was she complaining that he was dreary?
Song JinXing's eyes narrowed slightly as he began to ponder if he should redecorate the master bedroom into the princess style she had liked before.
Still having to get up early to sneak back before the crew and guests woke up, Zhong Ruanxing yawned and waved her hand, "You can go now. I'm going to sleep. Good night."
Song JinXing nodded, "Good night."
He turned and gently closed the door.
It was her first time sleeping in a castle, plus she had just been confessed to by her crush. Although very tired, Zhong Ruanxing's mind was exceptionally excited. She tossed and turned in the silky bedding for over two hours before finally falling asleep counting sheep.
In the master bedroom just one wall over, Song JinXing also lay wide awake until the horizon began to turn misty blue.
Although he hadn't slept all night, his spirit was exceptionally good. When the alarm prompted a pained Zhong Ruanxing to crawl out of bed, Song JinXing was already tidied up and knocking on the door, "Awake?"
Zhong Ruanxing didn't even open her eyes. Hair disheveled, she went to open the door and stumbled back into bed without so much as glancing at him.
She didn't have a change of clothes and had slept in one of his shirts last night. The long white shirt covered her bottom, revealing a pair of slender, straight legs below. Her long wavy hair was messy against the dark silk bedding, spreading open with her movements. Her slender waist looked barely a handspan wide.
So early in the morning, this vivid, alluring scene was quite stimulating.
Yet the instigator was completely oblivious. Her muffled voice carried lazily, "Let me sleep five more minutes. Wake me in five."
Song JinXing closed his eyes briefly, suppressing the surging desire, and strode quickly to the foot of the bed. He picked up the edge of the comforter she had pressed down and covered her body with it. Then he walked to the window overlooking the blue sea awakened by daylight.
When napping, five minutes felt like it was over in just a second.
Zhong Ruanxing felt like she had just closed her eyes before being woken up, "Time to get up."
The low, gentle voice by her ear made Zhong Ruanxing open one eye and twist her head to look. Song JinXing was sitting at the edge of the bed, his palm patting her back lightly over the silk comforter.
Zhong Ruanxing whined, "I'm so sleepy..."
He smiled and continued patting her back gently, comfortingly, "Then let's not film today. You can just sleep in today, how about that?"
Zhong Ruanxing sat up sharply, "Of course not!"
Song JinXing's pupils expanded for a moment before he calmly looked away, turning his head, "Then get up. Breakfast is ready."
Zhong Ruanxing watched his deliberate movements and thought of something. She looked down.
Sure enough, the buttons on the front of her shirt had come undone at some point, exposing large swaths of fair skin and the peaks and valleys of her curves. Further down, there was much more the shirt didn't cover.
For two people who had swapped bodies before, they should have long been used to seeing each other's bodies.
But seeing it from their own perspective made them realize the feeling was completely different.
Zhong Ruanxing used to be able to tease him shamelessly, but now she would also blush from the sight.
