Chapter 18 “Come on, kill me?”
The indoor lighting was warm, yellow, and dim.
Shen Jixing leaned against the semi-open kitchen, his long, cold-white fingers holding a silver spoon, slowly stirring the milk in the pot.
His phone rang softly; he glanced at it.
“…”
Nerves.
Which sentence of his sounded like he was acting cute?
Shen Jixing continued to stir the milk nonchalantly. After a moment, his ears slightly reddened, and he frowned as he looked at the message again.
His voice was cold, his words clear, “Sick. Who’s acting cute…”
When Zhou Yili stepped into the apartment’s entrance hall, his steps paused slightly.
This is his house, not a kindergarten.
What the hell is this milky smell?
When he went past the living room and saw the top-tier actor in the dining room drinking warm milk with a spoon, he knew what was going on.
“You’re not weaned yet?”
Zhou Yili’s thoughts were slightly hazy from the alcohol, leaning lazily against the doorframe, he chuckled lightly as he watched him.
Shen Jixing calmly raised his eyes, the silver spoon lightly pressing against his lips.
“Do you want to die?”
The aloof top star’s authority couldn’t be challenged, especially by such a provocative flirtation.
Shen Jixing coldly raised his eyes to look at him, his dark eyelashes as clear as an ink painting, stunningly beautiful under the warm light.
Zhou Yili stared at him for a few seconds.
He strode towards him, his black silk shirt flowing under the light, his whole body exuding lazy and sexy hormones. He chuckled softly, “Come on, kill me?”
“…”
Shen Jixing quietly looked at him.
The sweet scent of milk was mixed with the faint smell of alcohol. He asked, “Did you drink?”
Zhou Yili stood in front of him, “Yeah.”
Shen Jixing looked away and continued to eat calmly.
Warm milk entered his pale, thin lips. He said faintly, “Can we talk tonight?”
“Why not?”
Zhou Yili casually pulled out a chair and sat down. He looked no different from usual, except for the lazy gaze he directed at Shen Jixing when he leaned back.
Straightforward.
The drunk Zhou Yili was even more aggressive and direct; his gaze was both domineering and lingering.
Shen Jixing withdrew his gaze and calmly took a sip of warm milk.
“I can move out.”
Zhou Yili looked at him with cold eyes, without any emotion, and without speaking.
Shen Jixing put down the silver spoon, “This is the worst outcome I’ve foreseen, for both of us.”
“Can you be any more narcissistic?”
A magnetic, slightly cold voice sounded, Zhou Yili sneered, “Whether you live here or not makes no difference to me, understand?”
The air fell silent.
Shen Jixing calmly hummed.
“Understood.”
A strange irritation arose in Zhou Yili’s heart, as if he was back in the stuffy bar.
The scar behind his earlobe throbbed dullly.
He impatiently loosened his tie with a gesture, lowering his head without speaking.
“But I will compensate you,” Shen Jixing’s calm voice sounded, “If you agree to let me stay.”
Zhou Yili looked up, “What compensation?”
Shen Jixing asked back, “What do you want?”
Anything within his capabilities.
Shen Jixing wasn’t someone who hesitated; on the contrary, he was more decisive than anyone.
Since he had violated Zhou Yili… let’s just say that, he needed to compensate him seriously.
After all, he had gone to Zhou Yili’s room in the middle of the night and forcefully insisted on being held while he slept.
What’s the difference from sexual harassment…
Shen Jixing slightly averted his gaze, a hint of blush on his temples, “If I can’t think of anything right now, I can owe you; I will keep my promise and won’t go back on my word.”
“Didn’t you forget?”
Zhou Yili’s long fingers hung slightly, lightly rubbing his fingertips. He then raised his eyes and asked, “Are you sure now?”
He never doubted Shen Jixing’s promises.
After all, Shen Jixing never made promises to people.
Even at the most emotionally charged moment, when he had been mischievous and wickedly tormented, trying to coax a lifetime promise from Shen Jixing.
He just averted his gaze, covering his eyes.
His voice was hoarse and weak as he sighed.
“It’s too long; let’s talk about it later.”
A lifetime is too long; he never gives promises lightly.
Zhou Yili’s forehead was damp; he blinked his wet eyes, deliberately fluttering his eyelashes at his palm. “Hm? Where is it long…”
“Zhou Yili!”
The young man’s unrestrained laughter was cheerful and pleasant, melting into the evening breeze of the summer night.
Shen Jixing met his gaze, unsure of what he was thinking, but the drunk Zhou Yili was quietly alluring and seductive.
He said, “Probably sure.”
The reason for the uncertainty was that he never took the initiative to seek someone out.
The reason for certainty was that Young Master Zhou did have some good looks… so it wasn’t impossible.
Shen Jixing felt slightly troubled every time he mentioned this matter.
“That’s it then.”
This was a reasonable explanation; the matter ends here.
Just as he stood up to leave, a long leg stretched out in front of him.
“Sit down,” Zhou Yili said, “Who said you could leave?”
“…”
“Anything else to talk about?” Shen Jixing coldly asked back; he was clearly a little sleepy.
For some reason, although he didn’t like to rest for long periods before, his life was mostly occupied by busy work.
But since moving to Zhou Yili’s place, he had been half-asleep and half-awake.
That blanket seemed to have magic.
“Is it over after painting a pie?” Zhou Yili nudged his knee, saying, “Let’s continue talking about my compensation.”
Shen Jixing: “…” So what was he thinking about just now?
Yellow waste. (Implying dirty thoughts.)
Zhou Yili’s expression remained cold, showing no difference.
“What do you want?” Shen Jixing had no choice but to sit back down and casually picked up a grape to eat.
Zhou Yili was straightforward, “Money.”
“…”
The grape burst open in his mouth, the sour taste spreading throughout his oral cavity.
Shen Jixing slightly frowned, looking for something.
Zhou Yili’s hand subconsciously rose, wanting to reach for that beautiful chin, but he retracted his hand with a cold face as if regaining his senses, lightly kicking the trash can with his long leg.
Shen Jixing spat out the sour grape.
He didn’t notice Zhou Yili’s small movements; he just slightly frowned and asked, “Are you short of money?”
The moment the words left his mouth, he realized it was redundant; even if Zhou Yili wasn’t short of money, he would probably say he was.
“Not short.”
Zhou Yili lazily raised his eyes to look at him, the blue hair curled up in a flamboyant arc. He curled his lips into a lazy chuckle, “But aren’t you short?”
“…”
It was still Liufang Baishi’s inspiration.
Shen Jixing is currently out of money.
Then he wants money.
Helping in someone’s time of need, he, Zhou Yili, only has the chance to add insult to injury for Shen Jixing.
Shen Jixing remained silent for two seconds, his frost-like profile showing no emotion, only shocking beauty.
“How much do you want?” he asked.
Zhou Yili finally curved his lips into a happy smile, his loosened collar swaying slightly. He lazily tilted his head, like a little male lion that had finally succeeded in doing mischief.
“Of course, as much as you have.”
“…”
Is that even human language?
Shen Jixing finally took a gentle breath. He didn’t need to go through his accounts to know the exact figures.
“Three million and two thousand.”
Zhou Yili was obviously dissatisfied, “Only this much?”
“…” Shen Jixing’s usually calm face changed. He was wearing soft white casual clothes; his cold eyebrows and eyes were as cold and arrogant as ever.
Zhou Yili slightly raised his eyebrows when he saw that he was a little angry.
He actually seems angry…?
The night shrouded his eyes like a tide; Shen Jixing looked at him, his black eyes as cold and beautiful as shards of glass.
He said coldly, “This is all I have.”
Zhou Yili was referring to all his current assets.
Zhou Yili slightly raised his eyebrows, his lips seemed to want to curl up, but he suppressed it.
He arrogantly opened his mouth, “Alright, three million then, the remaining twenty thousand is your pocket money?”
Shen Jixing: “…”
He coldly glared at Zhou Yili, then turned and went upstairs.
The living room returned to its original quiet; the air was filled with the warm scent of milk. Zhou Yili’s dizzy brain was slightly blank.
Then he raised his hand to cover his eyes, and lightly slid his Adam’s apple.
He couldn’t help but chuckle, “Damn, that glare was kind of cute.”
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