Five years after my wife's death, she came back!

With a "thud," Shi Ying's phone fell to the ground.

She glanced at the door in alarm, then at the bathroom. To her left was the sound of knocking, and to her right, the sound of the shower running.

Good heavens, what kind of commotion is this?

Shang Chenyan stood outside for two minutes, but no one came to open the door, so he knocked again: "I brought you something."

Startled by the noise, Shi Ying quickly went to the door and asked through the door, "Wh...what is that?"

"You've caught a cold, did you forget to buy your medicine again?"

Shi Ying thought to herself, "He really knows me. I hadn't even thought about buying medicine."

Shang Chenyan frowned outside the door. Why wouldn't they open the door for him? He wasn't a bad person.

"Open the door, I'll bring it in for you."

Shi Ying stamped her foot in despair. What should she do?

If Shang Chenyan saw Shang Yu in her house, how would she explain it? He had just confessed his feelings to her, and now she had brought another man home. What would he think of her?

Furthermore, if Shang Yu saw Shang Chenyan coming to her house late at night, how could she continue her mission?

Why doesn't she quit first? And start a new game?

Shi Ying scratched her hair in frustration, and when the knocking sounded again, she opened the door a crack as if facing certain death.

Shang Chenyan waited in the same spot for more than five minutes before a small head cautiously peeked out.

He frowned. "Why did it take you so long to open the door? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...no." Shi Ying swallowed, her gaze falling on the bag he was carrying. "Thank you, Mr. Shang. I'm fine; I haven't caught a cold."

Shang Chenyan reached out and touched her forehead: "Just because you don't have it now doesn't mean you won't have it later. Drink a cup of herbal medicine in advance as a precaution."

Shi Ying smiled obsequiously: "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say."

"Well..." she reached out and took the bag of medicine, "Take care?"

Shang Chenyan almost laughed in exasperation. He smiled and asked, "Aren't you going to invite me in for a seat?"

"It's too late, it's not convenient..."

At that moment, Shang Chenyan heard the faint sound of flowing water, and his fingers, hanging at his sides, slowly tightened: "Is someone at your house?"

"Nobody's here!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a very familiar voice rang out from the direction of the bathroom: "Shi Ying, do you have a hairdryer?"

Shi Ying felt a chill run down her spine for no apparent reason.

Hearing Shang Yu seemingly turning the handle in preparation to come out, Shi Ying's heart pounded wildly. She absolutely couldn't let him know that Shang Chenyan was here, otherwise her million-dollar prize would be gone for good.

Thinking of this, Shi Ying hurriedly grabbed Shang Chenyan's arm, pulled him in, and pushed him into the storage room by the door.

"I'll explain later," Shi Ying pleaded. "Please don't come out!"

With a "bang," the door slammed shut right in front of Shang Chenyan.

In the cramped storage room, only a small window in the wall let in a bit of light from the street lamp. Shang Chenyan closed his eyes, completely concealing the gloomy and horrified look in them.

living room.

Shang Yu wiped the mud off his clothes and quickly washed his coat before coming out: "Is there a hairdryer? I'll dry myself off and then I'm leaving."

He gave Shi Ying, who was standing by the door, a strange look: "What are you doing standing there?"

"I..." Shi Ying pinched the hem of her clothes. At this moment, she didn't care about cultivating a relationship with the mission target. She just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Even through the door, she could almost feel Shang Chenyan's sharp gaze.

"The hairdryer at home is broken..."

Shang Yu pointed questioningly to the thing hanging in the entryway: "Isn't it over there?"

Shi Ying: "...Then hurry up and blow it."

As Shang Yu went to get the hairdryer, he glanced at the medicine on the shoe cabinet: "Are you sick?"

"No... I'll buy some cold medicine as a precaution."

"When did you buy it?" Shang Yu thought for a moment, "It wasn't here when I came in, was it?"

Shi Ying only regretted that his memory was so good.

"Yes, you're mistaken, it's been here for a long time."

"Really?" Shang Yu picked up the hair dryer and was about to turn and leave when he suddenly heard something fall to the ground in the storage room. He instinctively looked over. "Is there something in there?"

Shi Ying's heart nearly jumped out of her chest: "There's too much clutter; it might fall down."

"I can clean up myself." She forcefully pushed Shang Yu inside.

Shi Ying finally let out a heavy sigh of relief after the bathroom door closed again.

Before she could finish speaking, the door to the storage room suddenly opened, and a hand grabbed her arm, pulling her over and pinning her against the wall.

With a "click," the door to the storage room was locked.

The small room, cluttered with miscellaneous items, was very crowded, and the old, dilapidated light bulb overhead emitted a buzzing sound.

Shi Ying's back was pressed against the cold wall, while in front of her was the man's burning body. The sensation of ice and fire brought her back to her senses.

"What...what are you doing?"

"Didn't you want an explanation?" Shang Chenyan bent down slightly, meeting her gaze. "Explain it to me."

"It was an accident, really an accident. His clothes got muddy and dirty when he brought me back, so he came up to clean them..."

"Why should I explain to you?" Shi Ying said, then suddenly realized what she was saying and pushed him. "Who I associate with is none of your business, is it?"

She didn't push him away; instead, Shang Chenyan moved even closer to her, their bodies pressed tightly together.

"It's related," Shang Chenyan said in a low voice. "If you want to talk, you have to talk to me first."

"I'm at the front of the line."

Shi Ying felt uncomfortable as he breathed hot on her, and shrank back slightly, saying, "How can you calculate it like that?"

Shang Chenyan looked at her and couldn't help but gently stroke her cheek: "First come, first served, what's wrong with that?"

He could almost hear her unreasonable voice from that year on the basketball court:

"Shang Chenyan, you're so popular!"

"Although many people are pursuing you, I'm the first, so if you want to talk to someone, you have to talk to me first."

That was the first time he realized that such a well-behaved girl could actually act like a scoundrel.

Thinking of this, Shang Chenyan's gaze grew even darker.

Shi Ying sensed a dangerous glint in his eyes. She pursed her lips and warned him:

"Don't do anything reckless."

"You're afraid I'll do something reckless? You called him up here, aren't you afraid he'll do something reckless too?"

Shi Ying felt that Shang Yu wouldn't, since his level of affection for her had remained at 60% and hadn't changed. It could only be said that he had some affection, but it was far from love.

"He won't."

Hearing these words, Shang Chenyan let out a sound of laughter born of anger.

They've only met a few times, how can they trust him so much?

"He can't, but I can?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Shi Yingzhen really wanted to flip his head and make him see what he was doing.

Shang Chenyan felt a chill in her heart. She was so protective of Shang Yu, but she called him a scoundrel when she was talking to her.

So what if he's a rogue?

He suddenly lowered his head, wanting to kiss her.

Shi Ying quickly raised her hand to block, but Shang Chenyan didn't back down. He bit her fingertip and gently pinched her earlobe with his other hand.

The touch on her earlobe made Shi Ying feel weak all over. If he hadn't wrapped his arms around her waist, she probably would have fallen to the ground.

"pain..."

Shi Ying felt that he was not only licking her fingers, but also gently biting them with his teeth, bringing a tingling, stinging sensation.

Is it a dog? Why does it bite?

Shang Chenyan kissed her fingertips little by little, then kissed her palms and wrists.

The blue veins on her slender wrist throbbed beneath his lips, and he could almost hear her clear heartbeat.

Shi Ying felt weak all over from his touch, and her hands, which had been pushing against his chest, clenched his clothes tightly but ineffectively.

After he let go, Shi Ying slapped him.