After the Real Young Miss Became My Canary - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Let Go

◎”Song Zhi likes her? How is that possible? Song Zhi must be toying with her again.”◎

The downward trend didn’t decrease, and her heart pounded.

Just when she thought she was about to have an up-close encounter with the ground,

In the completely unseen sensation of falling with her eyes closed, someone’s arm suddenly went around her waist.

The downward trend stopped instantly.

It was as if she were falling from a hundred meters in the air and someone suddenly caught her.

When her vision was taken away, her other senses were magnified. Although it was a short time, Song Zhi felt as if a very long time had passed.

The hand on her waist was astonishingly hot. Through the thin layer of her clothing, the warmth was passed directly to her skin without reservation.

“Her palm is so hot.” Song Zhi suddenly thought in that moment.

Her violently beating heart slowly calmed down.

Then, in this quiet time, it continued to beat, strong and steady, one beat after another.

It truly felt like surviving a desperate situation.

Song Zhi, feigning drunkenness, mumbled softly and hugged the person in front of her.

She was half a head taller than Shen Ying. She lowered her head, found a comfortable spot on Shen Ying’s shoulder, and nestled in to sleep.

After a while, there was a clatter.

It was the sound of the screwdriver hitting the floor. Only then did Shen Ying’s body stiffen. She held the person in her arms loosely.

With someone suddenly in her arms, her mind was still blank.

This was a completely unconscious action, done without a second thought.

What she didn’t know was that at this moment, the person in her arms, who seemed to be sound asleep with her eyes closed, had quietly opened them.

Song Zhi secretly looked at Shen Ying. From this angle, she could only see the tense side of Shen Ying’s face.

The skin on her cheek reflected a soft halo in the dim light. This soft halo enveloped Shen Ying’s entire face in a false sense of tenderness.

For a moment, Song Zhi was lost in thought, looking at the gentle side of her face.

Shen Ying’s loosely held hand, perhaps a few minutes later, moved lower, and then her hand held the hands around her waist.

Song Zhi’s hands were a little cold on the back and very icy. When Shen Ying touched them, she wondered if this was a fake person.

The hand covering the back of Song Zhi’s hand was very warm and warmed her hand in less than a minute. This also made her palm feel the warmth and slowly heat up.

Song Zhi was a little gleeful. Shen Ying still felt sorry for her after all. She couldn’t bear to leave her alone; she couldn’t bear to abandon her.

This realization instantly healed the hole in the center of her heart from the past few days. Countless fresh blood rushed from her feet to her head, making her feel invigorated.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, the hand covering the back of her hand exerted a slight force, and her fingers were pried open.

Song Zhi’s heart tightened. The joyful blood that had been surging in her pulse instantly froze in her veins.

It was as if someone had sprinkled a handful of snow inside her body.

Her fingers were pried open one by one. Just as Shen Ying was prying open her last few fingers,

Song Zhi suddenly mumbled, rubbing her eyes in a daze. It seemed that because she saw Shen Ying through the gap between her fingers, she suddenly smiled, and two symmetrical dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Shen Ying paused, her gaze abruptly stopping at the two shallow indentations at the corners of Song Zhi’s lips.

She thought Song Zhi had sobered up and was about to speak to tell her to leave, but then her neck felt heavy. A scorching body temperature pressed against her neck without politeness.

She frowned. Just as she was about to push the person away, a fluffy head nestled into the crook of her neck.

Song Zhi looked up and giggled at her again, then comfortably rubbed against her shoulder and closed her eyes deeply.

The sensor light in the hallway had long since gone out. For a moment, only darkness and silence flowed between the two of them.

In this position, she couldn’t just throw her away.

Shen Ying let out a long breath, a sigh that was almost silent.

She had truly fallen for it.

She had learned her lesson once, and now she was learning it again.

Shen Ying fidgeted a bit. Song Zhi was sleeping very soundly, hugging her neck tightly and finding a comfortable sleeping position in this difficult posture.

Shen Ying didn’t move her. She just struggled, by moving her legs, to slowly guide the person hanging around her neck into the room. As she entered, she even managed to free one hand to turn on the light.

This was an extremely difficult action.

Because her hands were only loosely holding the person and not directly touching her, she had to rely entirely on the strength of her waist and legs to move her.

She had her reservations.

Although holding the person was an unconscious action, she immediately became lucid again.

She remembered the deception; she remembered the manipulation.

Every time she thought of this, her hands couldn’t bring themselves to do anything.

Fortunately, the room was small, and the door was close to the sofa. After two steps, she reached the single-person sofa. She originally wanted to just leave the person there, but she didn’t expect the hands to hug her neck tightly like she was holding onto something precious, unable to do anything else.

Finally, she had no choice but to call out softly, “Song Zhi.”

Song Zhi’s eyelashes fluttered.

She called again, “Song Zhi, let go.”

Song Zhi mumbled, rubbed her head against Shen Ying’s neck, changed her position, and went back to sleep soundly.

Shen Ying’s voice was flat. “If you don’t let go, I’ll throw you out.”

Song Zhi: “…”

So heartless, so cruel.

After about two minutes, the person who was hugging Shen Ying’s neck tightly mumbled again, put her hands loosely on Shen Ying’s shoulders, changed sides, and continued to sleep.

Shen Ying pulled the person’s wrists, making her let go of the last hold. Without support, the person slowly slid down toward the sofa.

Shen Ying: “…”

Shen Ying: “Are you really drunk or just pretending?”

Song Zhi’s heart clenched.

Shen Ying lowered her eyes and stared seriously at the person nestled on the edge of the sofa.

Perhaps because she was disturbed, the person lying on the narrow sofa seemed to feel the restraint and turned over in annoyance. Her face was down, her hands were raised, and she was lying on the sofa. One of her legs was casually propped on the floor, just like every other day she had been here.

At this moment, Shen Ying felt a bit dazed.

It was as if she had gone back to before, when she had picked up Song Zhi, heard the rain in the middle of the night, and passed the sofa on her way to close the window.

At that time, she looked at the person lying on the stone floor, completely soaked by the rain, and actually didn’t want to do anything. They were just pitiful people, and no one living in the city village was not pitiful.

There were elderly people in their eighties who had lost their son and daughter-in-law and were raising a child under five alone; there were people who had worked for a lifetime for their family and were diagnosed with a terminal illness just before retirement, but their family refused to pay and kicked them out; and there were those who were abducted as children, had their legs broken, and were dragged to the alley every day to beg from house to house.

There was so much suffering in the world. She couldn’t help anyone, and helping would only make her resent her own helplessness more. She couldn’t do anything, and for many people, temporary help was useless.

So she didn’t want to help this person, but as she turned to leave, the person grabbed her sleeve, and she saw a pair of eyes.

Pitch black, sparkling, with a great light bursting from within.

Like a lone wolf trapped in a desperate situation, recklessly trying to find a way to survive.

Long after she left, those eyes would suddenly appear in her mind, lingering.

When she came back, she saw the person’s back, and her heart suddenly softened. On a whim, she brought the person back.

Shen Ying looked at her for a while, then got up and went inside to get a blanket. Just as she stood up, her hand was suddenly grabbed. She had just stood up and was pulled, losing her balance and falling toward the sofa. Fortunately, she was quick and managed to support herself on the sofa with her hand just before falling.

Good news, she had fallen.

Bad news, she was supported by the sofa.

Song Zhi was a little displeased. She gently reached out to hug the person, then hooked her arm with force.

It all happened so fast. Shen Ying couldn’t support herself and fell directly onto her.

Song Zhi hugged her tightly. The person in her arms was very light, like a feather landing on her body. She leaned her chin onto the person’s shoulder, using her drunkenness as an excuse, and hugged the person’s waist tightly. Her breath hit the person’s pale skin on the side of her face.

She wondered if drunkenness could be contagious, because Shen Ying’s cheek gradually turned red. A little further out, she would see Shen Ying’s light-colored, thin lips.

Song Zhi, you can’t think about that anymore!

Although Song Zhi told herself this, her eyes completely disobeyed her, staring intently at the side of Shen Ying’s lips. Perhaps her gaze was too hot because Shen Ying subtly became aware and suddenly turned her head.

Song Zhi reacted quickly and immediately closed her eyes. A delicate and soft touch met her lips. Song Zhi was stunned. It was as if salt had been sprinkled on her veins and heart. The waves in her heart surged desperately, creating a huge swell.

Everything was dark in front of her. If she opened her eyes, she would meet Shen Ying’s cold gaze. Shen Ying might blink unintentionally, and the beautiful red mole on her eyelid would appear, a cold and stunning sight.

Xie Chu’s words suddenly popped into her mind.

Liking someone is wanting to hold her hand, hug her, and kiss her.

Kissing, what would that feel like?

Feeling the gaze that had been on her move away, Song Zhi opened her eyes.

Who knew that the person sitting opposite her would suddenly raise her eyelids, and her lowered eyelashes would lift, revealing the eyes underneath.

The light-colored pupils met her gaze calmly, announcing a fact—she had been caught.

In that flash of lightning, Song Zhi’s mind was spinning.

Finally, she giggled foolishly, raised her hand, changed her hug from the waist to the arm, and smoothly slid from the sofa to the floor. She looked up, revealing a pair of red eyes.

“Shen Ying… is that you?”

Shen Ying coldly pulled her arm away. “You’ve got the wrong person. You’re trespassing. If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police.”

Song Zhi stared intently at her, lifting her fingers one by one, then slowly letting go. When she let go of the last finger, her hand gently brushed against Shen Ying’s.

She was dressed so lightly, but her hand was so hot. The entire handprint on Shen Ying’s arm was so hot that Shen Ying wanted to throw her hand off. Fortunately, Shen Ying held back in the end.

That would be too undignified, and it wasn’t her style.

Fortunately, the Song Zhi of a few days ago was easier to deal with. She was unexpectedly obedient, perhaps because of what was said that day.

Just as she was thinking this, Song Zhi suddenly said, “I like you?”

Shen Ying suspected that this person had gone insane, or she was hallucinating. Otherwise, why would she hear Song Zhi acting crazy?

Her heart pounded. But she knew this shouldn’t happen, so she restrained her heart, telling it not to go crazy for someone else’s words anymore.

Song Zhi likes her? How is that possible? Song Zhi must be toying with her again.

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