Chapter 19：Work (1/2)

Qian Meigui's eyes fluttered open. She blinked, puzzled by the unfamiliar setting. She sat up abruptly and gazed around the room. She felt the sheets of the bed and picked up a familiar musky scent. She glanced at the blinds of the window, and she could not tell it was sunset or early morning.

Feeling well-rested, she could tell that she had slept throughout the night and felt guilty for it.

She jumped from Song Sheng's bed and peered the door slightly opened. She peeked down the empty hall, and her heartbeats settled. Qian Meigui loosed a deep breath and opened the door quietly, trying not to make any noise. She had to leave the apartment as she was going to be late for work, and she felt embarrassed for overextending her stay.

Qian Meigui walked down the hall when Song Sheng stepped out from the bathroom. He wore a white towel from the hip below, revealing his broad abdomen. She looked up at his face, held her chin high, and focused solely on his neck above. But she had forgotten how hard it was to look directly at him.

Song Sheng's wet black hair fell over his golden-brown eyes, and if he were to attend more public events, then many women would fond over him. Qian Meigui frowned at the thought, but she quickly disregarded it.

”Why were you sneaking around?” he asked, ”This is my apartment.”

”Ah, well, erm. I was afraid you were still sleeping, and I did not want to wake you. I have to get to work.”

He held his waist, ”All right; I'll drive you to work,” he said.

”Thank you, but I'm going home to change first before I head over to work,” she said, pointing at her clothes which looked wrinkled and dishevelled because she did not wear nightwear.

Song Sheng nodded, and said, ”Then I'll take you to home and work.”

”No, I don't want to bother you,” she responded.

Qian Meigui smiled grimly and nodded.

Song Sheng walked into his bedroom and changed, while Qian Meigui descended the stairs, she did not pay attention to the gaps in between, since her mind still hazed, one of her legs fell through. She yelped suddenly when Song Sheng heard and left his room abruptly, opening the door widely.

It did not take him long to get ready; Song Sheng already dressed in a shirt and trousers with black cap-toed shoes. Qian Meigui's breath hitched, as she awkwardly lifted her leg. She pretended that she didn't feel any pain, but Song Sheng could tell by the way she looked.

He approached her slowly, observing her body up and down. He looked worried, as his mouth slightly gaped, and his eyes revealed a sense of weariness; it made her cheeks burn.

She had seen him well-dressed many times before, but the way he dressed and looked at her with such gentleness, it felt overwhelming. She averted her gaze, holding a fist over her heart.

He then swiftly placed one of her arms over his shoulder, descending the stairs carefully with her. Qian Meigui hopped down the staircase with him until he gently set her down on the sofa. He then knelt in front of her, observing her leg; his hand was cold to the touch, and Qian Meigui felt embarrassed because of how overly warm she was.

He slid his cool fingers from her ankle to her calves, sending shivers down her spine. He glanced up at her, concerned, touching areas to test where it hurt. Because Song Sheng studied in medicine, he knew how to act accordingly.

”Does it hurt?” he asked gently.