Chapter 73 Don’t you just like to play with me? Shang Youqing, I’ll let you play as much as you want

. During the whole process of applying the medicine and massaging, He Cong was patient and meticulous, and his voice was so soft that it could be ignored.

When Shang You woke up, he saw He Cong lowering his head to massage his wrist with a hot compress.

Her slightly opened eyes were half-closed, and she looked a little sleepy. She looked at He Cong’s lowered head without saying a word.

Maybe he slept too comfortably, and his brain had not yet fully functioned. He subconsciously stretched out his other hand.

The slender white and slightly cool knuckles gently lifted his chin, causing him to raise his head.

He Cong paused, lowered his eyes and looked at Shang Youqing along the fingers that rested on her face. "Awake?"

Shang Youqing studied him, her voice a little hoarse. "He Cong, why...you won't leave no matter how hard I try."

He Cong waited for a long time for her to say such a disappointing sentence, his eyes darkened again. "Are you disappointed?"

Shang Youqing scratched his jaw with her fingertips, her voice soft and low. "You are angry."

He Cong grabbed her slender hand and applied medicine to it, massaging and applying hot compress.

Shang Youqing was surprisingly cooperative, letting him play with her hands.

When he put away the medicine bag, Shang Youqing withdrew her hand consciously, and the gaze that was fixed on his face also withdrew. She unbuckled her seat belt and was about to say goodbye and get out of the car.

He Cong suddenly unscrewed a bottle of water for her, "Have some more water, your lips look a little dry."

Shang Youqing didn't suspect anything and reached out to take it. However, He Cong didn't know whether it was intentional or because she really didn't hold it firmly. Before her hand could take the bottle of water, the bottle tilted and the water spilled onto the hem of He Cong's shirt.

"Be careful--"

Although Shang Youqing immediately held the bottle firmly to prevent it from tilting further, and took out a few pieces of paper from the paper box beside him to wipe it for him, He Cong's clothes were still wet, leaving a large wet mark.

Shang Youqing was hesitating whether to let He Cong go home and change his clothes, but before she could say anything, He Cong slightly adjusted his wet hem, raised his eyes and asked her politely like a gentleman.

"Can you please come in and sit for a while? I'll dry my clothes and then leave."

Shang Youqing met his dark eyes, as if bewitched. By the time she realized what was happening, he had already gotten out of the car and was leading He Cong into the inner part of the botanical garden.

She remained calm and reassured herself that after all, his shirt got wet because he had brought her some water. She was just asking him to come in and dry his clothes, a reasonable request. There was no need for her to be so cruel.

Shang Youqing thought so and comforted him into the house.

She led him to the bathroom door and pointed to the hair dryer hanging on the left wall. "You can try to dry your clothes with the hair dryer?"

As she spoke, seeing that He Cong was still standing there, Shang Youqing took down the hair dryer and handed it to him.

He Cong's gaze had just subtly returned from Shang Youqing's sink. Confirming that Shang Youqing was the only one living there, his expression softened slightly.

Seeing Shang Youqing handing him a hair dryer, He Cong didn't take it immediately. Instead, he lowered his eyes and looked at her calmly, saying, "It's not convenient for me to blow dry my hair by myself. Can't you help me?"

Shang Youqing moved her lips, but then she thought of him applying medicine and massaging her in the car, so she had to swallow her words. With a stern face,

she asked him to stand still before turning on the hair dryer. She originally wanted to pull out the hem of He Cong's shirt to make it easier to dry, but after pulling it several times, the hem still didn't budge, and it was fixed very straight under his lean and strong waist.

Shang Youqing frowned, and before she could react, the hand that was pulling at the hem of his shirt was grasped by He Cong's hand.

He guided her hand and reached in from the side of his tightened waist and abdomen.

"...What are you doing--"

Before Shang Youqing could finish her words, his solid and warm hand touched his strong thigh.

Before she could retract her hand, it touched the elastic band beneath his shirt hem and the metal buckle connecting it—

it seemed to be...

a shirt clip.

No wonder she'd been unable to pull his shirt free for so long...

Shang Youqing's slender fingers brushed past the leather band, deliberately flicking his thigh. At the same time, her eyes flicked upwards, her gaze speaking volumes: "You're wearing a shirt clip?"

He Cong pursed his lips for a moment before whispering, "Isn't it okay?"

Shang Youqing's gaze drifted from his neatly trimmed shirt and tie to his face, then slowly drifted down.

Catching his obvious reaction, she was about to withdraw her hand when He Cong calmly grasped her wrist. He lowered his head slightly, his face flushing slightly, his eyes growing deeper and more alluring as he stared at her, his words blunt and direct.

"Didn't you say I'm a pervert?"

Shang Youqing: "..."

This was a flirtatious tactic he'd used to tease him so long ago. How could he have the nerve to bring it up again?

But even though Shang Youqing secretly complained, he truly captivated her, so distracted that she didn't even notice when He Cong turned off the hair dryer in her other hand and placed it back on the sink. It wasn't

until his slender fingers grasped hers again and slowly placed it on his still-dry shirt, caressing his defined abs through the thin fabric. His eyes stared directly at her, clearly tempting her to fall.

Shang Youqing forced herself to sober up a bit, narrowing her eyes slightly. The hand still covering the cinched part of his shirt tightened on one side of the elastic band. "Are you deliberately dressed like this to see me?"

He Cong's eyes seemed to gradually lighten under her touch. His voice was low and restrained. "Clearly, this kind of seduction is working."

With a soft click of metal buckles, Shang Youqing's fingertips undid the buckle, and the tight shirt slipped free, clinging somewhat messily to the human's superior, well-proportioned mermaid waistline.

Shang Youqing still didn't pull her hand away, more like she was still reluctant to leave. She was playing with the strap on his thigh, as if she was opening a gift and couldn't let it go. She was slow and methodical, but at the same time she glanced at him with approval: "You are really good at dressing yourself up."

As he spoke, He Cong picked her up and put her on the washstand.

His big hands grasped her slender waist, and he gently bent his head to the side of her fair and slender neck. He used his deep facial features to tease her neck, opened his thin lips to hold her earlobe, and kissed it lightly for a while.

When Shang Youqing's fingers completely opened the gift, He Cong bit her shoulder.

A low and hoarse voice came out of his throat.

"Don't you just like to play with me, Shang Youqing? I'll let you play enough, okay?"