133 Don’t Come Over(3)

Sang Qianqian glared at Xie Shi’an, turned around, and left without looking back.

Her hands were still trembling when she returned to the brightly-lit living room.

More than half an hour had passed, but Shen Hanyu still wasn’t back. Sang Qianqian dialed his number, but no one picked up.

—

The car arrived at Xia Sitong’s studio.

Shen Hanyu felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort, and an indescribable irritation was running through his blood.

“Brother Hanyu, can you come with me?”

Xia Sitong turned her head to look at him, her face a little red and her eyes a little watery, “The lights outside our studio are broken. We didn’t have time to fix them, so it’s really dark inside.”

Shen Hanyu frowned slightly, but he didn’t reject the offer.

As Shen Shaofeng said, he really saw her as a sister. As long as she was obedient and didn’t have any other thoughts, he was still willing to take on the responsibility of an older brother.

Shen Hanyu got out of the car and accompanied Xia Sitong upstairs.

The corridor was pitch black, and with the help of her phone’s flashlight, Xia Sitong opened the studio’s door and fumbled around to turn on the light.

The incandescent light was so bright that Shen Hanyu felt more and more irritable, and his body was as hot as a fever.

Shen Hanyu composed himself and was about to leave.

Suddenly, Xia Sitong threw herself into his arms. “Brother Hanyu.”

She hugged Shen Hanyu and started to kiss him. Shen Hanyu’s body was trembling. He felt a little dizzy, and his breathing was erratic.

Gritting his teeth, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, trying his best to resist the strange urge to hug Xia Sitong back.

Even his breath was hot, as if it was on fire.

Xia Sitong had already reached out to unbutton his shirt, her movements a little impatient. “Brother Hanyu, I’m feeling terrible, so you must be feeling the same, right?”

When Xia Sitong’s fingers touched his body, it left a series of strange sensations. Shen Hanyu jolted as if he had been electrocuted and pushed her away.

His strength was so great that Xia Sitong fell to the ground. She struggled to get up, but Shen Hanyu was already staggering away.

Xia Sitong wanted to chase after him, but how could she?

In the dark corridor, Xia Sitong bumped into a man. Han Tianyi looked at Xia Sitong, who was blushing and obviously not normal, “What’s wrong?”

Xia Sitong felt unbearably hot, and the man’s breath beside her made her want to get closer to him.

She had overestimated her ability to take the medicine. She had only put in a little bit to make herself more active, but she didn’t expect it to be so unbearable.

She had also underestimated Shen Hanyu’s tolerance. The amount she had put in his glass was several times more than hers, so how did he possibly hold back?

“I’ll help you in first.”

Han Tianyi didn’t know what was wrong with Xia Sitong, but he felt that she was acting a little weird.

He helped Xia Sitong into the house and was just about to turn around to pour her a glass of water.

Xia Sitong, however, was still hugging his neck and not letting go as she kissed him out of the blue…

—

Sang Qianqian called Shen Hanyu several times before he finally picked up.

On the other end, his voice was hoarse and he was panting slightly. “Qianqian. I can’t come to pick you up, so I’ll have Muyang send you back.”

Sang Qianqian’s sharp senses detected there was something wrong with his voice. “What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

Shen Hanyu did not say anything.

“Where are you now?” Sang Qianqian was still worried. “I’ll go over to see you.”

“Don’t come over.”

The man’s voice turned hoarser, as if he was trying to restrain something. “I’ll be fine after I go back and rest.”

“Where are you going? Imperial Creek Terrace?”

“Yes,” the person on the other end answered in a low voice before the call was cut off. Sang Qianqian tried to call him again, but no one picked up.

She was really worried, so she hurriedly went to find Guo Muyang and asked him to send her to Imperial Creek Terrace.

No one answered when she rang the doorbell. Luckily, Sang Qianqian knew the password to the electronic door lock and entered it directly.

The lights in the living room were off, and there was only a faint moonlight. However, there was the sound of running water in the bathroom.

The door was left ajar. Sang Qianqian knocked on the door and called out Shen Hanyu’s name, but no one answered.

She hesitated and pushed the door open, only to find that Shen Hanyu was still wearing his clothes. He was standing under the shower with his eyes lowered, letting the water drench him.

The water wasn’t hot at all, and when the water droplets splashed onto Sang Qianqian’s ankles, they were clearly cold.

It was already the end of summer, and the night was still quite cold. Wouldn’t he get sick by taking such a cold shower?

Sang Qianqian strode over and turned off the shower. “Shen Hanyu, what’s wrong with you?”

The sound of water stopped, and Shen Hanyu looked up stiffly. His dark eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was a little unfocused.