Cen Yao's body suddenly stiffened, "Savior..."
"It's me."
A deep male voice interrupted her from the earpiece.
Shao Xichen? How could he be here?
Turning around to meet the man's gaze, she was still in shock. Didn't he know that scaring people could kill them?
For a long time, neither of them spoke first. It was like a silent contest, where the first to speak would lose.
Cen Yao couldn't figure out why the man was here at this moment, nor could she understand his capricious attitude.
"Go open the door," Shao Xichen suddenly released her wrist.
Cen Yao stood still, "Do you have something to do with me?"
Vaguely, she saw the man's displeased little face, yet he inexplicably smiled.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No."
Such a straightforward answer must mean she was angry.
"Won't you invite me in?" Shao Xichen didn't press for details.
Cen Yao hesitated, but kicking him out like this would surely make him think she was still harboring resentment over the incident, which would seem petty.
After some thought, she reluctantly took out her keys to unlock the door.
The room was very clean, and there was only one pair of slippers by the door.
"You can come in directly," she said. She was usually busy with work and hardly ever invited anyone over, so she didn't have spare slippers.
"Do you have any tools for repairs?" Shao Xichen suddenly asked after entering.
Cen Yao was stunned for a moment, instinctively nodding.
But why was he suddenly asking about this?
"Where are they?"
Cen Yao pointed to the cabinet piled with miscellaneous items by the door.
Immediately afterward, Shao Xichen rolled up his sleeves and started rummaging through the pile of clutter, seemingly unconcerned about the thick layer of dust on top.
Cen Yao was completely baffled, but when she inadvertently glanced at the dark corridor outside the door, she seemed to understand something in an instant.
She went over to squat down to help look for it.
"No need, just wait there," Shao Xichen immediately stopped her.
The items were left by the previous tenant, and she didn't know if they had accidentally been thrown away during her cleaning. It would probably be difficult to find them.
Shao Xichen knelt down on one knee on the floor, his white shirt covered in dust, completely different from his usual aloof demeanor.
Cen Yao even doubted whether they were actually the same person.
She felt like she was going to suffer from schizophrenia.
"Why not just stop looking? I..."
"I found it."
Shao Xichen blew the dust off the toolbox and turned to look at Cen Yao, "Bring me a stool."
Cen Yao was stunned for a moment before running back to her room to fetch a stool.
Soon, Shao Xichen fixed the light in the corridor, looking very skilled.
"The wiring has aged, you should still get a professional electrician to take a look."
The house was an old building, and the transportation was not convenient. The only reason she rented it was because the price was cheap.
In Nancheng, where land was worth its weight in gold, the rent here was already very reasonable compared to other places.
"I'll go wash up," Shao Xichen said, heading to the bathroom as if he owned the place, not treating himself as a stranger.
Cen Yao stood there in a daze, watching the man's back incredulously.
Until Shao Xichen came out of the bathroom again.
Two buttons of his shirt were casually undone, revealing his tan chest, and a few droplets of water clung to his extraordinary handsome face.
Cen Yao swallowed saliva uncontrollably and immediately found a towel for him, "Here, wipe yourself."
Shao Xichen glanced down at the pink towel in her hand, and a beautiful curve appeared on his cold thin lips.
She really just wanted to find something to wipe him with, not realizing that the towel she handed Shao Xichen was hers.
It wasn't until she saw the look in his eyes that she realized something, and her face flushed red in an instant.
"Sorry, I'll get you another one."
"No need."
The man took the towel from Cen Yao's hand and wiped the droplets from his face.
Towels are usually quite private items, and even close people wouldn't share one, but he just took it so nonchalantly.
Did he really not understand, or did he lack this concept?
Cen Yao didn't know if she was overthinking, but the man's subsequent actions confirmed that she wasn't.
The man's deep black eyes were filled with a hint of heat, scorching and affectionate, and his cool lips kissed her smooth forehead.
Her whole body tingled as if struck by lightning, arousing her most primal desires.
Between men and women, there is not only emotion. Two people who do not love each other can also maintain a special relationship for certain reasons.
She would never have imagined such a thing happening to herself, but she simply couldn't reject the man.
Perhaps Shao Xichen was not short of women around him, and as for why he chose her, Cen Yao had no idea.
Maybe it was because there were no emotional entanglements, or maybe it was because he was within reach.
But as long as it didn't violate ethics and morals, she didn't need to consider so much.
Everyone gets what they need, and no one is much nobler than the other.
This was a game between adults, but before the game even started, Cen Yao had predicted her own ending.
The next second, Shao Xichen bent down and carried her back to the bedroom.
The man's hot breathæ´’(sprinkled)on her face.
In the end, she almost fell asleep.
In a daze, the man carried her to the bathroom to clean up, and even found comfortable clothes for her to change into, all of which seemed so natural.
When she woke up the next morning, she was alone, and the room was spotless.
If it weren't for the soreness all over her body, she would have thought last night was just a dream.
Cen Yao sighed with relief; he must have left, right?
She threw back the covers and got out of bed, urgently needing something to fill her stomach.
"Woke up?" In the living room, Shao Xichen was hugging his arms, looking as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"Why are you still here?" Cen Yao was surprised he hadn't left.
Suddenly, Shao Xichen's face darkened, "Come and have breakfast."
On the dining table were two servings of breakfast: sandwiches and hot milk, and she could even see the steam rising from the cups.
She was really hungry and, after hesitating for a moment, didn't refuse too much.
Although it was just simple breakfast fare, the sandwich tasted surprisingly good, indicating that the person was used to cooking.
For someone like Cen Yao, who relied on the company cafeteria or takeout for all three meals, cooking herself was a luxury.