moonlight lure

After a moment, she opened a page with her eyes closed. After her eyes wandered over the answer in the middle of the page several times, she closed the book with an unclear expression.

She laughed at herself and shook her head, put the book back where it was, stood up from the chair, and was about to step out of the room when the door curtain was suddenly opened from the outside.

Song Shiwei was stunned for a moment. Before she could react, the person outside the door had already walked in quickly. The natural strong pressure forced her to take half a step back instinctively, and her lower back hit the table.

"You...what are you?!"

She looked at the man in front of her with a calm expression in surprise. His height seemed very oppressive in the cubicle, blocking almost all light sources.

Ji Yanchen calmly looked around the room, and finally fixed his eyes on her face.

Different from the sullen expression when he was outdoors just now, his expression has returned to normal, with a hint of indifference and sharpness, and he asked quietly: "Prosecutor Song, aren't you going home today?"

Song Shiwei leaned back subconsciously because of his approach, and replied with a slight guilt: "...there has been a temporary change."

He said calmly: "I've been waiting for you all day."

She calmly replied: "I didn't ask you to wait."

No matter how guilty she felt, she would never put the cart before the horse. Her mistake was in inviting a wolf into the house, not in dating other men.

He was just a pursuer, so why should he arrogantly question her for not reporting her whereabouts to him?

As if reading her thoughts at the moment, the person in front of him leaned down slightly and continued to ask slowly: "Well, since we have bumped into each other, is it basic courtesy to say hello?"

Song Shiwei bit her lip and remained silent, resting her fingers on the edge of the table behind her to bear her leaning back more and more.

He quietly listed her crimes in detail: "I just pretended not to know her, and she even arranged for me to have such a big son."

After a pause, he stared into her eyes and asked calmly, "Are you afraid that your date will know that we know each other?"

Song Shiwei was forced to raise her face under his commanding gaze. She didn't like the feeling of being at a disadvantage, so she bit her head and replied indifferently: "He doesn't need to know."

"why?"

"Because you are someone who has nothing to do with me, why should he know?"

In the darkness and silence, the two stared at each other silently.

Ji Yanchen looked at the indifferent person in front of him, the emotions in his dark eyes rising and falling.

The air seemed to be still for a moment, except for the scented candle on the table, which was still burning slowly.

The aroma of sage slowly lingered in the solid air. After a long time, he raised a hand to support her wrist, leaned over and stared at her face: "Song Shiwei."

The heat that wrapped around his breath came over, Song Shiwei's eyelashes trembled in panic, and her slender fingers dug hard at the edge of the table. Her body instinctively sensed the danger and leaned back to the limit.

However, he stopped just before he was close, looked directly into her pupils and asked quietly: "When you lie, your eyelashes will tremble. Do you know that?"

Song Shiwei's heart suddenly shrank.

Having had the experience of being dug up by him twice before, she knew that this question was a trap no matter how she answered it, so she simply ignored it, not bothering to distinguish between true and false, not to mention the awkwardness of the two being so close at the moment. , she composed herself and said coldly: "You have crossed the line."

The face of the person in front of him was dull, but his dark eyes were fierce and arrogant: "Yes, I want to go a little further."

His gaze was so open that the person he looked at couldn't look directly at him.

Song Shiwei was defeated first and looked away, her eyes shaking wildly.His eyes followed her face closely: "Do you like him?"

She turned her face further away, and the lines on the side of her neck were clearly visible: "It has nothing to do with you."

Ji Yanchen lowered his eyes and glanced at the hollow of her neck, his deep eyes darkening unnoticeably: "It does matter."

"If you like him, then I have to work harder." This feeling of losing ground and being approached step by step is tense and manic.

Song Shiwei could hardly control her self-cultivation and dignity. She gritted her teeth and whispered: "It is against the law to pester the opposite sex, Officer Discipline!"

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand to push him away to end this absurd confrontation. As soon as her palm left the table, he preemptively grabbed her wrist and pushed her back to the table.

She raised her head in surprise and annoyance. His face was calm and calm, and his calloused fingertips stopped at her pulse point and gently rubbed it.

"What if the person of the opposite sex being entangled has a rapid heartbeat? Does it count as her consent?"

The carefully hidden thoughts were exposed. Song Shiwei's cheeks instantly became hot and she tried hard to withdraw her hand: "...This is a normal physiological reaction under emotional stress!"

He looked calm and pressed forward step by step, as if he was dealing with a criminal who was already panicking during the interrogation: "Why are you so nervous when facing me?"

"because---"

Song Shiwei eagerly raised her face to argue, but she suddenly stopped speaking when she caught his gaze.

Because the two of them were so close at this moment.

The parts below their knees were almost touching each other. Although their upper bodies were slightly apart due to her desperate retreat, her whole body was still shrouded in the oppressive aura of his leaning down.

His face was close at hand, his breathing was clear and even and warm, falling evenly and warmly on the tip of her nose, but his gaze was so hot and direct that it almost burned through her cheeks.

Because the distance was so close, she even saw for the first time an inconspicuous scar under his broken hair on his forehead. The exposed scar was nearly half the length of a finger and curved from his forehead into his hairline.

The atmosphere became quiet, and the ambiguity suddenly heated up.

Someone's heartbeat was pounding in the silence. The next moment, he lowered his face and slowly leaned down.

Song Shiwei stared blankly at the face getting closer and closer in front of her, and the alarm in her mind sounded sharply.

Reason urgently reminded her to escape quickly, but except for her eyelashes, her body seemed to be trapped by a spell and was unable to move.

She watched his attack nervously with trembling eyes, her nails almost digging into the texture of the wooden tabletop.

His face came closer and closer, and the air flowing between his noses was so hot and sticky that it was hard to tell whose breath it was.The moment their lips were about to touch, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Shi Wei, are you in there?"

Song Shiwei suddenly woke up from a dream and pushed away the person in front of her.

Ji Yanchen was unprepared and pushed back half a step by her, but his big palm still pinned her right wrist firmly.

The footsteps outside the door were approaching from a distance, as if the door curtain would be opened and walked in at any moment.

Song Shiwei's heart lifted again. She instinctively didn't want others to see her entangled with him, so she struggled harder.

And as if aware of her thoughts, the shackles around her wrists also became heavier.

Ji Yanchen lowered his face and ordered in a low voice: "Let him go."

Song Shiwei lowered her voice angrily: "It's you who should go!"

He asked calmly: "How can I leave with you like this?"

"What's wrong with me?"

(End of this chapter)