122: Chapter 121 Sorry, I got some on your clothes.

When Su Bai picked her up from the balcony, Fan Bingbing wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest like a tired cat.

Her body was very light, much lighter than it looked.

He walked through the living room; the gray self-leveling cement floor under his feet was smooth and felt a little cool to the touch.

The bedroom door was open, and the lights inside were off. Only the city lights from outside the floor-to-ceiling windows spilled in, casting an orange glow on the ceiling.

Su Bai set her down, and her body sank into the soft mattress.

Fan Bingbing opened her eyes and reached out, her fingers gently touching Su Bai's face, sliding from his cheekbone to his chin, and from his chin to his lips.

"Mr. Su."

Su Bai took her hand and kissed it.

Her hand was soft, her fingertips slightly cool, carrying the lingering scent of red wine.

His lips pressed against her fingers, and he could feel her pulse racing, fast, like a little bird trapped in a cage.

Fan Bingbing's eyelashes fluttered.

She pulled her hand back, then reached out, grabbed his collar, and pulled him down.

Su Bai leaned in, bracing his hands on either side of her, enclosing her in his embrace.

Her breath hit his face, warm and sweet with the scent of red wine.

"You're not... leaving tonight, are you?" Her voice was very soft, her lips almost brushing against his.

Su Bai did not answer.

He lowered his head.

Fan Bingbing's hands slid down from his collar to his back, her fingers tightening, gripping his back through his thin sweater.

Su Bai's hand slid down her waist, touching the zipper of her dress.

Fan Bingbing's body tensed for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

"Mr. Su." She called his name again, her voice even softer than before, sounding more like a murmur in a dream.

Fan Bingbing's breathing grew more rapid, her body softened, and her hands slid down from his hair to clutch the sheets.

Su Bai leaned down, pressing against her.

"Ms. Fan." He whispered in her ear.

Fan Bingbing's ears turned red.

"Mm."

"Look at me."

The wind blew in from the balcony, causing the curtains to billow and fall, billow and fall, as if breathing.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of two people breathing.

It intertwined, growing heavier and faster, then slowing down, until only the even, steady, ocean-wave-like breathing remained.

Who knows how much time had passed.

Fan Bingbing curled up in Su Bai's arms, her face pressed against his chest.

Her hair was spread over his arm, silky and smooth.

Her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed, her lips slightly swollen. She looked like a well-fed cat—languid, satisfied, and unwilling to move.

Her fingers traced circles on his chest, one after another, very slowly, very lightly.

"Su Bai." She called him, her voice raspy.

"Mm."

"Again..."

——

When Su Bai woke up, sunlight had already squeezed through the gap in the curtains, drawing a golden line across the sheets.

He lay there for a while, squinting. The space beside him was empty, the quilt folded neatly. There was a faint indentation on the pillow, along with the lingering scent of a woman.

The traces of last night were still there—on the sheets, on the pillow, on the carpet.

He turned over and saw a note weighed down on the nightstand. The handwriting was delicate and elegant—it was Fan Bingbing's.

"Dearest Mr. Su, I'm off to catch my schedule. I had a wonderful time last night. Let's meet again soon."

There was no signature, no date.

Hmm, very cautious.

Su Bai read it once, then placed the note back on the nightstand.

He sat up, put on his clothes, and walked out of the bedroom.

On the dining table, there was breakfast: fried eggs, bacon, toast, milk, and a small dish of blueberries.

As expected of a top-tier female celebrity, the service was indeed good.

After finishing breakfast, he went downstairs and discovered his car was actually parked there.

And it had even been washed.

He smiled, roughly guessing that this must have been Shen Tian's doing.

It seems she had guessed that he stayed the night at Fan Bingbing's place.

He opened the door and got into the car.

Returning home, he pushed open the door; the living room was very quiet.

After changing his shoes, he noticed Lin Qiaoyou standing in front of the refrigerator, her back to him.

She was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt dress. It was a loose fit, but on her, it wasn't loose at all.

The fabric in the front was stretched taut, while the waist was cinched slightly, outlining her curves.

Further down, the hem of the dress hugged her hips, round and full.

She was standing on tiptoe, reaching for something on the top shelf of the refrigerator. As she stretched upward, the white sweatshirt dress rode up, revealing a length of smooth, fair calf.

She didn't notice Su Bai walking over at all.

Su Bai walked up behind her, reached out, and gently tapped her shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah!!!"

Lin Qiaoyou shuddered violently, jumping as if she had been electrocuted.

She was holding a bag of fries and a bottle of ketchup. Startled, she dropped the fries, and the ketchup squirted out of the bottle, arcing through the air and splashing onto the chest of her white sweatshirt dress.

Lin Qiaoyou was covered in ketchup, and the sudden shock made her legs go weak, causing her to fall backward!

Su Bai quickly reached out to catch her.

Her body fell into his arms, soft and yielding.

His arm was wrapped around her waist, her back pressed against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her face turned just enough to be facing his chin.

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

Su Bai's voice came from above her head, low and steady.

Lin Qiaoyou finally calmed down.

Her body was still trembling, and there were tears in her eyes.

She took a few deep breaths, but her heart was still racing, beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

"Su... Su Bai..." Her voice was trembling.

"Mm."

"You scared me to death..." Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears welling up, but she held them back.

Watching her look so aggrieved and frightened, Su Bai felt a little like laughing, but he held it back. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so easily startled."

Lin Qiaoyou sniffled and wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand. "I... I thought there was nobody home..."

She looked down at the tomato sauce on herself. A large patch of her white sweatshirt was stained red, and the sauce was still dripping down onto the floor, drop by drop.

Her fingers were also covered in sticky tomato sauce. Not knowing where to wipe them, she just held them up like a cat holding up its paws.

Seeing this, Su Bai simply picked her up.

"Ah~"

Lin Qiaoyou let out another exclamation, though it wasn't as sharp as before; it was more melodic.

"Qiao-jie, let me carry you to the sofa."

Her body was soft, and she felt very comfortable in his arms.

Lin Qiaoyou's body stiffened when he picked her up.

Su Bai set her down on the sofa.

She sank into the sofa, the stain of tomato sauce on her white sweatshirt spreading even further, from her chest all the way down to her stomach.

She looked down at the stain on herself, her brows furrowed, her lips pouting, looking thoroughly annoyed.

Su Bai pulled a few tissues from the coffee table, sat down beside her, and reached out to wipe the tomato sauce from her chest.

When the tissue touched her clothes, Lin Qiaoyou's body stiffened again.

She looked down at his hand, and her face flushed bright red.

She pressed against his hand, her fingers trembling slightly. "N-no need," she said, her voice very small. "I, I can do it myself."

Her face was flushed red from her cheeks all the way to the roots of her ears.

Su Bai said matter-of-factly, "It's fine. Since I made the mistake, I should be the one to fix it."

He held the tissue and slowly moved toward the spot on her body stained by the ketchup.