闪电算

Ye Xingguang:

She had never dreamed that a man like Ye Junqing, could be just as shameless as every other man in the world.

Realizing she was placed on a single couch, her heart, which had lodged itself in her throat, relaxed a bit. But just as she was about to stand up, the man’s towering body loomed over her. Ye Junqing supported himself with his hands on the armrests of the sofa, imposing and authoritarian.

Ye Xingguang’s heart leapt in her chest, unsure of his intentions, fearing his impulsiveness.

Ye Junqing stared at her panicked eyes, filled with regret. He originally wanted to introduce her in a grand manner tonight, but because he felt unwell, everything ended hastily. He felt deeply apologetic, but he really longed for her response.

Like the lyrics he wrote, if he could start over, it would be the love he most wished she could give him. He couldn’t possibly not hope for reconciliation.

He deliberately had mirrors spread on the floor, not to create romance, but to expect her to step on the starlight and enter his world, to give him a chance of reconciliation.

What he wanted to warm, was his own heart.

“You… you calm down a bit, have you had too much to drink, alcohol affecting your judgment?” Ye Xingguang suddenly found herself peering into his deep-set eyes, which seemed to contain an entire galaxy. Just a glimpse stirred her heart.

She should have continued to stay angry. He had extinguished the dreams of her youth, a score she hadn’t settled with him yet. But at this moment, her thoughts couldn’t stretch that far. As he continued to advance, her heartbeat quickened.

So nervous, she shut her eyes and said aloud, “Don’t get any ideas, I’m not just any woman!”

Ye Junqing smiled, his hand landing on her head, gently rubbing it twice as if to say, I know.

Under the false belief that the quickest way to a woman’s heart was through her body, he had once made a terrible mistake. He won’t make the same mistake twice.

Wanting to tease her, he watched with delight as her face flushed and her heart pounded in panic. Whispering softly by her ear he said, “What a pity, you can’t escape tonight. I’m giving you ten seconds to prepare. Tonight, I want you as my birthday gift. Who told you not to prepare a birthday gift for me? Everyone else had, and you’re the only one who didn’t…”

The voice was deep and magnetic, brimming with an authoritarian tone. It seemed as though her disagreement was irrelevant, his territory, his power.

Ye Xingguang quickly responded: “I did prepare a birthday gift for you, it’s in my bedroom. Step aside, and I’ll go get it right away!”

“Really?” Ye Junqing’s voice was dangerous yet expectant.

“Of course, step aside.” Ye Xingguang opened her eyes and pushed him.

Ye Junqing did not move, his deep eyes focused on her: “But the birthday gift I want the most is you.”

As he spoke those words, his heart tightened.

He was testing her, baiting her as a bad boy, wishing to know if she had any feelings for him, even though he knew it was impossible.

Ye Xingguang shuddered inwardly. Looking up, she saw a picture on the ceiling. It depicted a mermaid sitting by the sea, looking at a sky filled with stars. For a brief moment, she had an unrealistic fantasy that she was the mermaid, and the sky full of stars was also hers…

But how could that be?