130 The Shirt That Went Against All Expectations (Second Update)

With a splash—the water she hadn’t finished spilled all over the bed.

The cup slipped from her hand, fell off the bed, and landed on the carpet before rolling far away.

On this side of the bed,

Mu Qingcheng was suddenly caught in Si Qingchen’s arms, who then forcefully pressed her down onto the mattress.

The man’s legs pinned her knees firmly, one hand gripped her waist, while the other held her slender wrist tightly above her head, completely restraining her.

Realizing that Si Qingchen had misunderstood her, Mu Qingcheng ceased struggling the moment he embraced her.

She obediently lay beneath him, immobilized in every possible way.

Then, when the man finally saw her clearly, he froze abruptly.

His icy eyes instantly softened into a pool of clear water, reflecting the delicate face of the young girl before him.

Her cheeks were flushed with an unusual pale pink.

“Qingcheng, why are you here?”

“I came... to see you.”

The two remained in that position.

Mu Qingcheng shyly moved her arm and whispered, “Um... Si Qingchen, could you... let me go first?”

Suddenly, the man smiled faintly, leaned close, and deliberately lowered his voice.

“What should you call me, hmm?”

Mu Qingcheng pressed her lips together, feeling a burning heat rise to her face. After a moment, meeting his persistent gaze, she could only obediently call out,

“Brother Chen... please let me go...”

“Good girl.”

Si Qingchen finally nodded in satisfaction, lowering his head to gently peck her on the tip of her nose.

He withdrew and sat up.

As he moved, it seemed he strained a wound on his back, letting out a soft cry.

Startled, Mu Qingcheng sprang up and knelt beside him, anxiously asking,

“How are you? Does it hurt badly? Did the wound reopen?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Si Qingchen said, taking a deep breath to suppress the sharp pain.

Mu Qingcheng didn’t listen to his words. Instead, she moved to his back and carefully examined the injury.

Fresh blood had indeed seeped out.

“The wound has reopened. Don’t move—I’ll get the doctor.”

“Qingcheng, you—”

Si Qingchen didn’t stop her as she hurriedly slipped on her shoes and rushed to the door.

Si Bei had been standing guard nearby and, seeing this, immediately turned to go downstairs to fetch help.

When Mu Qingcheng glanced back, she found Si Qingchen’s expression darkened with displeasure, his inscrutable gaze fixed on her.

After a moment, he spoke in a firm tone,

“Go to my wardrobe and get a shirt.”

“Ah?... Oh, okay.”

Thinking he simply wanted to change clothes, Mu Qingcheng walked over to the wardrobe, opened it, and asked,

“Which one do you want?”

“You pick.”

“Me?”

Puzzled, Mu Qingcheng looked back at the clearly irritated man.

After a moment, Si Qingchen frowned and said,

“Look at what you’re wearing.”

She hesitated, then looked down.

She realized she was wearing a white backless mini dress that barely reached mid-thigh.

The dress was adorned with small yellow daisies, the thin straps around her neck decorated the same way.

Though not overly provocative, it still revealed large swathes of her tender, pale skin.

“I... I forgot to wear a jacket.”

“A shirt. Hurry.”

Hearing faint footsteps outside the door, Si Qingchen urged her on.

Mu Qingcheng, with no time to choose, grabbed a black shirt at random and quickly slipped it on.

But—

The man’s shirt was too large for her, making her look even more alluring and delicate.

Her already translucent skin appeared even more enticing.

Her hair was slightly tousled and curled, making her seem like an unkempt doll—stirring an irresistible urge to straighten her.

The unintended effect was that Si Qingchen’s face turned as dark as a boiling pot.

He glanced toward the door, then coldly ordered,

“Get on the bed.”

“Wh... what!”

Mu Qingcheng’s eyes widened in disbelief.

But Si Qingchen showed no patience, furrowing his brows as he repeated,

“Get on the bed, now! Or I’ll come down and carry you up myself!”

Mu Qingcheng was left speechless.