When Jing Yuan helped me change my clothes, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Clearly, he had done this before, and I had never noticed. But today, for some reason, when he stood so close, his hand gently touching my shoulder to adjust my shirt, his warm breath brushing against my ear… I unconsciously held my breath.
I lowered my head, not daring to look him in the eye.
Jing Yuan's fingers, fastening the buttons, paused for a moment.
He obviously noticed.
"Young master is embarrassed?" His voice deepened, carrying a very slight hint of amusement.
"I… I'm not." I replied quickly, even more afraid to look up.
He didn't force me to look at him. He just slowly adjusted my collar, smoothed out the last wrinkle, and took a step back.
"Done."
His voice was as calm as usual, but the look in his eyes was a little deeper, no longer purely loyal as before.
I hurried downstairs first, pretending nothing had happened. Inwardly, I felt a strange unease.
Kình Uyên followed behind me, watching my attempts at composure, a slight smile playing on his lips.
In the car, I rolled down the window and leaned out to get some fresh air. The wind tousled my hair.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, turning around.
Kình Uyên glanced at me, his eyes conveying a warning: "Sit up straight. I won't be able to catch you if you fall."
His voice wasn't harsh, but it was enough to make me obediently sit back down.
"So, where does the young master want to go?" he asked again.
I thought for a moment and said, "How about the park?"
He nodded, turning the steering wheel.
At the park, I dragged him around everywhere. I wanted to squeeze into any crowded place.
Kình Uyên didn't stop me, just quietly followed behind, his gaze never leaving me for too long.
When I stopped in front of the shooting range, staring at the biggest teddy bear, he didn't ask anything, just handed me the money and picked up the gun.
One shot after another, decisive and accurate.
I hugged the teddy bear, so happy I kept rubbing my cheek against it.
Kình Uyên looked at me like that, his eyes softening noticeably.
"Young master is so easily pleased."
"It's just because you're a good shooter."
He smiled softly. This time it wasn't a polite smile. It was a genuine smile.
That night, when I got home, I was still hugging the teddy bear.
Kình Uyên stood at the door, preparing to leave as usual.
For some reason, I suddenly didn't want him to leave.
I stepped forward and gently tugged at his sleeve.
He stopped, turned his head to look at me: "Is there anything else, young master?"
I pursed my lips. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I found it difficult to say.
What exactly do I want...?
I blurted out, "Do you want... to sleep with me?"
The space fell silent.
Kình Uyên didn't answer immediately.
His gaze, no longer the gentle look from the park, was gone. But it wasn't cold either.
It was… deep.
So deep that I felt like I had just touched something dangerous.
I instantly blushed and waved my hand: "No! I meant… I… I misspoke! I just…"
Before I could finish, he took a step closer.
The distance shortened, but he didn't touch me.
"Young master." His voice was deeper, slower. "Do you know what you just said?"
I choked.
He let out a soft sigh, as if restraining something.
"I'm not the kind of person who can hear that… and pretend nothing happened."
His voice wasn't reproachful, just the truth.
My heart pounded. "I just… didn't want you to leave right away." I whispered.
This time, Jing Yuan was truly taken aback.
His eyes flickered slightly.
After a moment, he raised his hand and gently stroked my hair, a very light, restrained movement.
"If I stay…" he said slowly, "I'm afraid the young master will regret it."
His voice was no longer cold. But it wasn't weak either.
It was just a gentle warning.
He took a step back.
"Go to sleep. I'll still be here."
That sentence suddenly calmed my heart.
I didn't understand why, but I believed him.
As for Jing Yuan, when he turned to leave, his gaze darkened.