When Gu Jiayin returned to the bedroom, she heard the sound of water flowing from the bathroom and knew that Sheng Qianchi was taking a shower. The ground bedding had already been laid out. She climbed into the bed and snuggled under the quilt. That night, her heart felt warm. In this villa, once unfamiliar and repellent, there were now two familiar and intimate things, so it didn’t seem so hateful anymore. She looked at the ceiling and thought shallowly. In fact, Sheng Qianchi could still be considered a gentleman. He said he wouldn’t force her, and he really didn’t. Noble as he was, he slept on the ground bedding every day. Unknowingly, the corners of her lips curled into a smile. When Sheng Qianchi came out, he saw the woman’s flower-like smile and couldn’t help but tease, "Smiling like that, I might think you’re inviting me." The man casually put on a black bathrobe, the belt loosely tied at his waist, revealing a large, strong chest, exuding extreme allure. Gu Jiayin quickly retracted her smile, glanced at him, and said languidly, "Only someone with a dirty mind would misinterpret beautiful things." Sheng Qianchi chuckled, wiping his hair as he walked over and sat by her bed, "Gu Jiayin, seeing as I found Sister Li and Jiajia for you, can’t you let me not sleep on the ground bedding?" This question seemed to become a nightly ritual before sleeping. Sheng Qianchi had asked casually without expecting her to agree, so when he heard her say "okay," he was suddenly stunned. After several seconds, he came to his senses, threw the towel aside, leaned toward her ear, and whispered, "Really?" The woman in front of him appeared nonchalant, "Of course, it’s true. Finding Sister Li and Jiajia touched me greatly, so I should at least satisfy this small request of yours." Sheng Qianchi’s eyes filled with uncertainty for a moment, thinking the woman’s heart was drawing closer to him, yet it felt too unreal. The next second, he dismissed that presumptuous assumption. Because the woman lifted the quilt, preparing to get out of bed, and said something nonchalant, "I’ll sleep on the ground bedding." This woman was getting better at acting. She knew he wouldn’t let her sleep on the floor. With only a second’s hesitation, he pulled her back and held her in his arms, "Playing hard to get, hmm?" "Where? I’m being sincerely honest." He saw her as genuinely and honestly playing hard to get! The woman had a delicate face, fair and tender, as if a pinch could bring out water. His fingers itched, and he couldn’t help but pinch her cheek, the slickness making him apply a bit more force. Gu Jiayin gasped from the pain, broke free from his hand, and shot him a cold glare. Had it not been for the moving thing he did tonight, she would have acted out by now. "Haha..." Sheng Qianchi let out a low laugh, seeing the blush on her lovely face, patting her cheek, and chuckled, "Time to sleep." After speaking, he naturally got off the bed, pulled back the bedding on the floor, and went inside. Gu Jiayin glanced at him twice but said nothing more, lying down again and switching off the main light in the room. The room was in darkness. Gradually, the faint light from the street lamps outside appeared, casting a light yellow hue on the window glass. The curtains were not drawn. When Gu Jiayin turned her head, she saw the window had already been covered with tiny, sparkling raindrops. It was raining again, quietly and silently. How many pear blossoms will fall on this night with the spring rain? Thinking of people, thinking of family. Brother, are you well in heaven? Gradually, the soft light from outside seeped into the room, giving it a hazy feel. In the quiet room, the woman’s calm voice sounded, "Sheng Qianchi, thank you." No matter what, she still thanked him for bringing Sister Li and Jiajia to her, making her feel less cold and lonely in this wounded city. For quite a while, the man did not respond. Gu Jiayin thought he had fallen asleep, but just as she too closed her eyes, his voice emerged like a spring, "How will you thank me?" His low voice held a slight husky allure. Gu Jiayin opened her eyes again, turning to look at the man on the ground bedding, whose handsome silhouette was faintly outlined by the dim light, sharply and ascetically. Such a man could easily make a woman’s heart throb. "I can do one thing for you. Let me know when you’ve thought of it." "Spend the night with me." A "thud" suddenly sounded. The pillow from the side of the bed flew with angry darkness, hitting the man square on the face. "Haha..." In the quiet room, the man’s low, magnetic laughter resonated, "Can’t even do these small things, then you owe me a favor." The room returned to silence. The woman’s eyes were filled with anger and irritation in the dim light. She concluded once again: this man should never be shown kindness, or he would just get carried away. Suddenly, the light and dark alternated, and the sound of thunder rumbled. It was no longer a quiet spring rainy night. The clock on the wall ticked away. About ten seconds later, the man’s voice sounded again, "Gu Jiayin." "If you don’t speak, I might just kiss you." In the dark, the man’s lips curved into a deep arc, his brows bending charmingly, "Tell me how the shipwreck happened back then." The shipwreck incident from years ago, everyone, including the police, believed it to be an accident. For one, Qin Zhennan orchestrated it flawlessly. For another, no one suspected he would do such a thing, as even the fiercest of predators do not harm their own young, and his precious children were on board. Gu Jiayin originally didn’t want to mention past sorrows, but tonight Sheng Qianchi indeed made her feel closer, so she responded lightly, "The ship arrived at Zhongjiang, then suddenly broke down and sank." "Did you see Gu Yachen being eaten by crocodiles with your own eyes? Is it possible he was saved, just like you?" "Not likely, I saw him being dragged underwater by the crocodiles myself." Sorrow spread silently. Sheng Qianchi sensibly kept his mouth shut. Everyone knew how perilous Crocodile Bay was. She said she saw Gu Yachen being dragged underwater by crocodiles herself, so it must be true. Another spring thunder rolled outside. After the thunder ceased, ten seconds, twenty seconds... Sheng Qianchi still couldn’t help but ask, "Who was the man who saved you on the cruise ship that day?" "You don’t know, yet he’d risk his life for you?" "Probably thought I was pretty." Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novelꞁire.net Though said in a humorous and witty manner, Gu Jiayin always deeply remembered that person, wanting to know who he was. Just one encounter, yet he deeply touched her. Amidst the shadows and the dawn, he appeared in her consciousness like an unexpected spring after enduring great hardships. She always anticipated the reunion.