The Favored Heiress
Chapter 292: What else did you think I was going to do?

Chapter 292: Chapter 292: What else did you think I was going to do?

Such statements.

Li Qiao’s brow twitched, and she lowered her head to rub her forehead without speaking.

Shang Yu lifted his hand to hook around her waist and gently led her into his arms. He looked down, his steady voice containing a laughter, "Otherwise, what do you think I was going to do?"

Li Qiao’s forehead bumped against his chest, inhaling his crisp and enchanting scent. Her hands involuntarily wrapped around his muscular waist and tightened. She then buried her face in his embrace with a muffled tone, "How would I know?"

The lighting was dim, and their shadows overlapped.

Shang Yu’s broad chest and strong arms felt like the safest haven in this deep night.

Li Qiao rubbed against his shirt, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

"Go change your clothes."

Shang Yu supported her shoulders, creating some distance between them, and lightly pushed forward with his palm, signaling to Li Qiao.

She sluggishly pulled open the wardrobe door by the bed and when she turned her head, she saw Shang Yu already striding towards the door.

The layout of the laboratory dormitory building was simple, with no independent dressing room.

Seeing him leaving, Li Qiao relaxed her brows and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After changing into her pajamas, she washed up briefly. When she came back out, she did not see the man’s figure in the room.

Maybe he left.

Li Qiao lifted the covers and lay back on the bed, gazing at the ceiling and closing her eyes. Her heavy thoughts gradually became hazy.

A "click" sound came from the dormitory door.

Li Qiao jolted awake, propped herself up by the waist and glanced at the doorway. In the dim light, Shang Yu’s tall figure walked slowly towards her.

Her eyes were bleary, her expression somewhat dazed.

Not until he approached the bed and leaned over slightly did she smell the scent of tobacco.

So he had gone out for a smoke.

Li Qiao lay back down and covered half her face with the blanket, only revealing her moist deer-like eyes.

Shang Yu’s dry palm stroked her forehead as he pursed his lips, his voice very low, "Go to sleep."

Was he really here to lull her to sleep?

Li Qiao’s eyes flickered slightly, her fingers clutching the blanket, and then she closed her eyes.

Three seconds later, she suddenly raised her hand to pull back the cover and moved a little to the side, her eyes closed, she asked, "Do you want to lie down for a while too?"

Following her all day, he must be tired, even someone with a good constitution.

After Li Qiao spoke, hearing no response, she frowned slightly and then she opened her eyes a crack to sneak a peek.

In her view, Shang Yu stood with one hand in his pocket, his thin lips smiling, watching her as she pulled at the covers, his amusement growing deeper.

After waiting a while and feeling a bit sore from holding the blanket up, Li Qiao saw that Shang Yu remained motionless and reluctantly let go of her hand.

However, her arm was suddenly grasped mid-air, and as the edge of the bed sank, the dark figure climbed onto the bed.

Shang Yu’s long legs crossed at the edge, leaning against the headboard, one arm behind his head, the well-defined muscles of his arm passing beneath her neck. With a lift of his arm, Li Qiao was enveloped into his embrace.

Their position was extremely intimate, with Shang Yu holding her shoulder, his warm palm gently tapping in a soothing manner, indeed lulling her to sleep.

Li Qiao’s breath was filled with a familiar scent that subtly beguiled the mind.

She tilted her head slightly and bumped into the man’s deep gaze.

Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao’s bloodshot eyes, his handsome face inching closer, his eyes playful, "Not tired anymore?"

Li Qiao sensed the underlying message, flickered her eyes, closed them and said, "Tired."

A low chuckle came from the man’s throat; as he tightened his hold, the hot breath spilled over her ear, his tone teasing, "If you don’t want to sleep, we could consider doing something else."

Something else...

Li Qiao buried her face deeper into his chest and muttered dreamily, while Shang Yu looked down only to find the girl had already fallen asleep...