Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

第807章 职业武替的7颗星宿（20）2合1～

Song Yuesheng has been staying at Xu Yanheng's house for a whole week.

One reason is that the injury has not healed yet and there is still a dull pain when walking.

The second reason was her unlucky cell phone - when she jumped out of Shen Zhirang's car, it fell on the asphalt road first, and the sound of the screen breaking was so crisp and heartbreaking.

Without a mobile phone, you naturally can’t call a taxi.

Her wallet and bank cards were all left in the rental house.

Song Yuesheng had thought about borrowing money from Xu Yanheng, but this man was so elusive that he was often nowhere to be found.

The strange thing is that even though she couldn't be seen by anyone, he had arranged all her food, clothing, housing and transportation very well.

I don't know when the cloakroom was filled with new styles of the season, and the labels were still on.

Three meals are delivered on time by a silent aunt, and the dishes change every day.

As the saying goes, "One who receives favors from others is obliged to return the favor; one who eats from others is grateful to others", she had both of these and was too embarrassed to ask the aunt to borrow money back.

Song Yuesheng sighed and picked up another strawberry.

The plump flesh burst with sweet and sour juice between her teeth, but she couldn't taste it.

It's been a week, Shen Zhirang must have woken up.

She still had a grand plan to carry out that would put him in danger of death, so she couldn't stay here any longer.

Sudden.

There was the sound of keys turning in the entrance hall.

Song Yuesheng turned his head suddenly and finally saw Xu Yanheng who had disappeared for a whole day.

The man was dressed in a suit, but his tie was loosely untied, and his eyes were filled with obvious fatigue.

He glanced at her, his eyes lingering briefly on her legs on the coffee table, and then walked upstairs without saying a word.

"Wait, Xu Yanheng!" She called him hurriedly, "Tomorrow -"

"I'm very tired today." He stopped halfway up the stairs and when he looked back at her, the small mole on his Adam's apple slid slightly as he spoke, "Shengsheng, let me take a bath first, and then I'll listen to you, okay?"

Without waiting for her response, he turned and went upstairs.

Song Yuesheng's eyes fell on the paper bag in his hand - that gold-plated logo, if he was not mistaken, was it the logo of a top winery in Bordeaux?

Could he...

soon.

Xu Yanheng appeared at the stairs, wearing only a loose black bathrobe with the belt tied carelessly around his waist, revealing his wet chest.

The ends of his hair were not dried, and water droplets slid down his neck and disappeared deep into his collar.

He was holding the bottle of red wine in his hand, and the glass bottle was glowing dark red under the light.

"I was afraid you'd get impatient waiting." He walked down the stairs in his slippers, water dripping from the ends of his hair and forming a small puddle at his collarbone, "so I hurried down."

He went straight to the kitchen and fetched a bottle opener and a solitary goblet.

When the cork is pulled out, there is a slight "pop" sound, and the dark red wine pours out, forming an attractive arc on the wall of the glass.

Song Yuesheng raised an eyebrow: "No share for me?"

Xu Yanheng took a sip of wine and his Adam's apple rolled.

He raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes darker than the red wine in the glass: "Your injury hasn't healed yet, you can't drink."

Song Yuesheng raised his lips with a smile, "My injury has healed a long time ago. Aunt Liu brings crushed Chinese medicine to apply every night. I think you specifically asked her to do that, right?"

She looked up at him, the scattered light from the chandelier reflected in her eyes, "Busy Mr. Xu, thank you for taking care of me during this period. I have to leave tomorrow. If I don't go out and take on a role, I will really be out of money next month."

"I raise you."

Xu Yanheng suddenly placed the wine glass on the coffee table, and the glass made a crisp sound when it collided with the marble.

The dark red wine swayed in the glass, just like his surging emotions at the moment.

"Ok?"

Xu Yanheng had already walked in front of her and squatted on one knee.

This posture forced him to look up at her, but it inexplicably carried a sense of piety.

He looked into her eyes and repeated word for word, "I said, I will support you. I mean it."

Song Yuesheng suddenly laughed out loud, with a hint of deliberate alienation in his laughter: "Doctor Xu, I have hands and feet, and my injuries have healed. Why do I need someone to support me?"

"Shengsheng." Xu Yanheng's voice was unusually low and hoarse. The collar of his bathrobe opened slightly with his movements, revealing a small drop of water on his collarbone, which was slowly sliding down.

His eyes were as dark as the night, and the lust surging in them almost overflowed: "You know what I'm talking about."

"do not know."

She turned her face away, but he pinched her chin and turned her back.

It was this moment of eye contact that completely broke Xu Yanheng's tense nerves of the past few days.

He kissed her fiercely, with a force that was almost ferocious.

One hand clasped the back of her head, her long hair tangled between his fingers, and the other hand was propped up on the back of the sofa, veins bulging.

This kiss carried the aroma of red wine and the desire that had been suppressed for days. It was eager and overbearing, as if it wanted to make up for everything that had been missed in these days.

Song Yuesheng was breathless from his kiss, and her fingers unconsciously tightened the belt of his bathrobe.

But in my mind I was thinking - he actually wanted this.

But she didn't like being forced. If he didn't listen to her after a while, she would have to give him a "corpse".

By the way, let’s see how he reacts when compared to Si Shu.

Sudden.

Song Yuesheng felt Xu Yanheng trying to push her into the sofa, but his knee accidentally hit the coffee table with a dull sound.

The pain made him let go of her as if awakened from a dream, but he still held her face and refused to let go.

Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling.

Xu Yanheng panted, and gently brushed her slightly swollen lips with his thumb, his voice hoarse: "... Do you know now?"

Song Yuesheng raised her eyes and looked into his deep eyes, and suddenly chuckled: "So, your target tonight is me."

"To be precise," he slid his fingers behind her ear and gently played with a strand of stray hair, "it started from the moment you were injured three days ago."

"Then why wait until now?"

"Because Aunt Liu told me this morning that you're leaving tomorrow." Xu Yanheng's fingertips paused and his eyes darkened.

Song Yuesheng frowned slightly: "What does my leaving have to do with this?"

"I can't leave Jishidiang," he sighed, his warm breath brushing her cheek, "If you leave, I won't be able to see you at a fixed time every day. And..."

He hesitated.

"And what?"

"Si Shu is looking for you." Xu Yanheng frowned, "I'm afraid you can't keep the secret from me for much longer."

He stroked Song Yuesheng's face with his palm, and gently traced her brow bone with his thumb. "So I can only come to you today to ask for your status. Shengsheng, I knew you first."

Song Yuesheng's eyes fell on the bottle of red wine: "So this wine was originally intended to get me drunk?"

Xu Yanheng smiled helplessly: "Why are you so vigilant..."

He took her hand and placed it on the loose waistband of his bathrobe. "This wine is for my courage."

"What?" Song Yuesheng didn't react for a moment.

"I've never done anything to seduce anyone..." Xu Yanheng's voice became lower and lower, his chest flushed, and even his neck was stained with a light pink. "Those tutorials on the Internet are so exaggerated... I always have to drink some wine before I dare to do it... But now I don't think I need that..."

"...Shengsheng, you didn't push me away."

At the end of his speech, his voice was almost inaudible, and his eyes, which were usually calm and composed, were now flashing with shyness.

I want to maintain my dignity, but I can't hide my inner panic.

Song Yuesheng was silent.

She didn't push him away because she wanted to see what he would do. This would affect whether she should use "death" to test his attitude.

Xu Yanheng gently held her cheek with his palm, and gently rubbed her cheekbone with his fingertips. His eyes, which were always as calm as water, were now filled with pleading: "Shengsheng, promise me, okay?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying the power to bewitch people. "If you want to relieve stress in the future, I'll be here anytime."

Song Yuesheng looked into his eyes and knew that what he wanted was far more than just a fleeting romance.

Silence spread between the two.

"Xu Yanheng." She finally spoke, calling him by his full name, "If you want to find a girlfriend and live a stable life..."

She paused, and the corners of her mouth pulled out a self-deprecating arc, "Then you've found the wrong person. My current situation cannot give me the kind of stable life you want."

Xu Yanheng's brows suddenly furrowed: "Because of Si Shu?"

His voice suddenly turned cold, "Did he start threatening you from that day? Or was it because of your perverted foster brother?"

"Do you really want to know?" Song Yuesheng looked up at him, her eyelashes casting a shadow under the light.

"Yes." He answered firmly.

Song Yuesheng exhaled lightly, his eyes fell on the night outside the window, and he said evasively: "I have had two relationships."

Her voice was so calm, as if she was telling someone else's story.

"One was a stranger I rescued from the club, and the other was Si Shu," she paused, "the day after that night at the International Convention and Exhibition Center."

Song Yuesheng slowly pulled back the hand he was holding, then gently patted his shoulder, as if comforting an ignorant child.

"So," she said casually, "stop thinking about those unrealistic things. Someone like me is not worthy of a gentleman like Dr. Xu who pursues a peaceful life."

After saying this, he stood up.

Xu Yanheng froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Just when the corner of her clothes was about to slip from his fingertips, he suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.

His arms tightly wrapped around her waist, the force was so strong that it almost rubbed her into her bones and blood.

"I don't want a peaceful life!" His voice was hoarse. "It doesn't matter if I don't have a name. It's okay if you just want to find me to relieve stress. You can do whatever you want."

His lips were pressed against her ear, his breath was hot, "But Shengsheng, you can't just push me away like this."

Song Yuesheng sighed softly in his arms, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Why bother..."

Xu Yanheng buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath filled with the faint scent of gardenia in her hair: "From the day you came to Jishidiang and I saw you,"

His voice was muffled, "I knew it..."

Xu Yanheng raised his head, his eyes slightly red.

"I'm probably going to be ruined by you in this life. So Shengsheng, you can't be so cruel to me."

Song Yuesheng's fingertips gently stroked Xu Yanheng's Adam's apple, feeling his muscles instantly tense.

She lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes casting a shadow under the light: "...Okay, I'll compensate you for what you want."

Before she finished speaking, she had already stood on tiptoe and took the initiative to kiss him on the lips.

The kiss came suddenly, with a hint of deliberate flattery, but it lacked the warmth it should have.

Xu Yanheng could not sense any emotion from her.

He should have been ecstatic.

But when he pulled away slightly and looked into her beautiful eyes, his heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.

It was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without even a ripple.

Xu Yanheng's Adam's apple rolled.

He suddenly wanted to ask, was she also so cold to Si Shu? Or... had that man ever made her show an expression he had never seen before?

But he extinguished the thought as soon as it came to mind.

He didn't dare to ask, and was even more afraid of hearing an answer that would drive him crazy.

Why is there always someone around her?

Suddenly, Xu Yanheng's body froze.

and many more.

Even though he knew she had a "boyfriend", didn't he still think about how to steal her away every day? Why is he so timid now?

Besides, even though she didn't love him, at least... she didn't hate him, right?

This realization made Xu Yanheng's eyes suddenly darken. His slender fingers suddenly clasped Song Yuesheng's waist, with such force that it almost left finger marks on her skin.

Under her surprised gaze, he picked her up and carried her sideways, striding towards the bedroom, each step he took was steady and heavy, as if he wanted to vent his long-suppressed emotions.

The light from the corridor cast shadows of varying depths on his well-defined profile, and his always gentle eyes were now terrifyingly dark.

Song Yuesheng's eyes flickered slightly.

It looks like she's going to do another "death test" soon.

Xu Yanheng kicked the bedroom door open, and the heavy door hit the wall with a dull sound.

Before Song Yuesheng could react, her back sank into the soft duvet. The mattress sank slightly, wrapping her whole body.

Xu Yanheng's shadow immediately covered her, his tall body completely enveloping her. The moonlight was blocked behind him, with only a layer of silver halo coating the edge of his outline.

His breath was hot, carrying the aroma of red wine, spraying on the side of her neck.

His slender fingers touched the beating pulse on her neck, and his fingertips gently caressed the fragile skin, as if to confirm whether her existence was real.

His body temperature was alarmingly high, and his palm pressed against her skin, seeming to burn her.

The next second, Xu Yanheng's kiss came down.

Unlike the previous restraint, this kiss was almost out of control and aggressive.

His lips rolled heavily over the corners of her lips, then curved along her jawline all the way to her ear, and finally held her earlobe and bit it gently.

The warm breath sprayed on her ear, and his voice was so low and hoarse: "Shengsheng, if you agree...you can't push me away again..."

Song Yuesheng chuckled, inserted her fingertips into his slightly damp hair, and deliberately leaned close to his ear, exhaling a breath with a hint of provocation: "Doctor Xu, why are you talking so much..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Yanheng's palm had already moved slowly down along her waistline.

His palms were burning hot, and the temperature was still clearly felt through the thin fabric. His fingertips lingered in the hollow of her waist, and his thumb gently stroked the sensitive soft flesh, causing her breathing to pause slightly.

He chuckled, his voice dangerous, "Later...don't beg me."

Song Yuesheng uttered "Oh" lazily, but before the last word fell, she was interrupted by his sudden and urgent action.

The moonlight sneaked in quietly through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

The night breeze blew gently, and the gauze curtains swayed slightly, outlining the overlapping figures on the bed hazily and charmingly.

All the unfinished words turned into intertwined breaths and finally melted into this long night.

until--

Song Yuesheng was awakened from his sleep by a tingling sensation.

Xu Yanheng's warm lips were pecking along her smooth back, from her shoulder blades to her waist, as if he was tasting some delicious delicacy.

His arms were tightly around her waist, his chest was pressed against her back, and his hot body temperature could be felt through her thin pajamas.

"Xu Yanheng." She was so sleepy that she didn't even bother to open her eyelids. Her voice was filled with weariness. "I'm very sleepy now. Very sleepy."

She paused, her tone dropping dangerously, "If you don't stop and let me sleep, all you'll get is a dead body."

The person behind her not only did not restrain himself, but hugged her even tighter.

His lips were pressed against her ears, and his voice was filled with the laziness of satisfaction and the excitement that had not yet dissipated, "I'm so excited that I can't sleep at all."

Song Yuesheng: "..."

His fingers wandered restlessly around her waist, "Stay with me one more time, for the last time, I promise I won't bother you again."

Song Yuesheng glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table with difficulty. The hands of the clock were glowing a faint green light in the darkness.

"...It's already four in the morning, big brother!" She gritted her teeth and said, "Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

"Shengsheng~" He drew out the tone and rubbed the back of her neck like a large dog. He looked nothing like the calm and composed Dr. Xu that he usually was.

"Haha," Song Yuesheng sneered, "Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yuesheng had thoughts of committing suicide. After her soul left her body, she didn't even look around and floated straight through the door to the guest room.

The big bed in the guest room was soft and comfortable, and there was no clingy large dog. Song Yuesheng's soul relaxed, and she suddenly realized with regret that she should have thought of this solution earlier.

Tsk.

It’s all Xu Yanheng’s fault!

A medical student actually learned some tricks to seduce people from the Internet and coaxed her into accompanying him again and again.

Jishidiang is so busy, where does he get so much time!!!