Chapter 673 The young widow who inherited her dead husband’s estate (23)
The young widow who inherited her dead husband's estate (Twenty-three)
What relationship is recognized?
Song Ning's face suddenly turned red, and he avoided looking at Lance.
Why is this person always so direct? Can he be more tactful?
Lance just stood there smiling, waiting for his reaction.
Fortunately, the cool night breeze took away a lot of the heat, and the night was hazy so Song Ning didn't worry about being discovered.
He hesitated for a while. He really didn't expect that there would be one more person in the house suddenly, so naturally he didn't prepare an extra guest room.
If he wanted to make arrangements now, it wouldn't be too late, but he hasn't ventilated the other guest room yet, and he hasn't prepared any quilts or anything like that, so how can anyone sleep in it?
He was conflicted inside, and it showed on his face.
Lance waited for a while and realized that he was too impatient.
It seems that Ningning will not be able to accept it for a while.
He reached out and straightened Song Ning's coat collar, his tone smiling and considerate.
"Don't think too much. The guest room at home hasn't been cleaned up yet. I can go back to the incense table and rest for a night."
He paused, but couldn't help but say one more sentence, "But I still hope you can consider our relationship more."
Song Ning breathed a sigh of relief, but soon brought it up again.
He didn't know how to respond, so he just nodded and said he would consider it.
The night wind was quite cool, so the two of them didn't stay on the first floor for long. Song Ning felt inexplicably guilty, so he lit new incense and went upstairs to rest.
The last look before he stepped onto the stairs was when he saw the tall Lance standing next to the incense table. The light from the stairwell cast a faint light on the dim first floor. That stunning face embedded in the darkness seemed even more unreal, and his whole body exuded a sense of evanescence as if he was about to disappear at any time.
Song Ning was shocked, and before he could think clearly, the words came out of his mouth.
"Why don't you come up and sleep with me for a while?"
The man who had just fallen into darkness suddenly had a bright light in his eyes. He stepped out of the darkness and walked into the light. The pupils under his sword-like eyebrows, which were brighter than the Milky Way in the night sky, looked at Song Ning as if shining.
"May I?"
Song Ning looked at it almost speechlessly and just nodded slightly.
Things got out of control.
The master bedroom is on the second floor, while the guest bedroom is on the third floor. When Song Ning brought Lance over, he didn't know where to put his hands, and he subconsciously tried to find a topic to talk about.
"Why was the master bedroom on the second floor? Isn't it usually on the third floor?"
Lance looked at his cute appearance of fiddling with his hands and feet with a smile, and cooperated when he saw that he wanted to change the subject.
"Because the third floor is the top floor after all, I'm worried that it will be cool in the winter and warm in the summer."
Since Song Ning inherited his "legacy", he would naturally sleep in the master bedroom instead of the guest bedroom. Of course, he wanted to arrange the best for the little prince.
As for the guest bedroom on the third floor? The guests only stay for one or two nights at most. What if they feel so comfortable that they don’t want to leave?
Song Ning didn't expect that it was such a meticulous reason. He was a little surprised, but he also felt that with Lance's personality of arranging every aspect, it seemed that he would indeed do so.
But then he didn't know what to say.
The master bedroom was beautifully decorated, but for the first time, Song Ning felt overwhelmed.
He stood there looking at Lance who was standing on the other side of the bed, then looked at the 1.8-meter bed in the master bedroom. For the first time, he felt that the bed seemed a little small.
Lance looked at him considerately and reminded him.
"Do you want to take a shower first?"
Song Ning nodded subconsciously, "Oh, yes, then you want to come together, no no!"
He snapped back to his senses, a little panicked, "That's not what I meant!"
What is he talking about? What about taking a bath together? Song Ning, are you blinded by her beauty?
Lance didn't expect to see him so cute. He didn't know how much inventory was added to the database, and he barely maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and tried to leave a good impression on the other party.
"It's okay, don't be nervous, I understand what you mean." He smiled slightly, his eyebrows curved, and his whole body was like a spring breeze. "Relax a little. If you really feel uncomfortable, then I will go back to the first floor..."
"I did not mean that."
Song Ning interrupted him a little angrily. Lance was slightly stunned, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Since I asked you to come up, just stay here and be at ease." Seeing him like this, Song Ning felt a little relieved, but he still spoke directly, "You don't have to be so deliberate. I know you are taking care of me and treating me well, but you don't have to put yourself in a difficult position."
Even if you want to be nice to him, there is no need to always think about sacrificing yourself. Song Ning doesn't like this kind of kindness.
Lance quickly understood what he meant, and the love and tenderness between his brows became even stronger.
His little prince really seemed to be glowing no matter what.
"Okay, I'll listen to you then."
"You..." Song Ning was speechless. This was not what he meant. "Forget it. Do you need to wash up? Can you change your clothes?"
He went to find a change of clothes while talking, "But my clothes might be a bit tight for you. You look pretty strong, have you ever practiced before?"
Lance originally wanted to say no, but when the words came to his lips, he silently took them back.
He pretended to be a gentleman but actually looked at Song Ning looking around expectantly, and said in a calm tone, "You can change them. This set of clothes can also be washed. I have practiced before. At that time, I always had some unrealistic fantasies when I looked at you, so I always trained myself to be stronger."
He spoke calmly, but Song Ning blushed when he heard it.
What is this person talking about? What unrealistic fantasy, what nonsense is this person talking about.
He was ashamed but secretly glad that he had his back to the other person, and he was thinking to himself in his heart.
This person seems to really like me?
When he first accepted the inheritance, he was still wondering who would leave so many things to him. Now it seems that it was an admirer who had liked him for a long time?
"Then you can wear this," Song Ning waited until his face was no longer so hot before taking out a set of clothes and handing it over. "This is the pajamas I wore before, but I have washed them. You should not mind, right?"
"Of course I don't mind, but you should go wash first. I'll wait for a while."
Lance's eyes were blazing, but they quickly receded.
Song Ning still caught it. He realized something in an instant and hesitated in handing over the clothes. His fingertips trembled slightly.
Lance didn't give him a chance to regret and gently took the clothes away.
Song Ning immediately withdrew his fingers and put them behind his back, his tone unable to hide the panic.
"Well, I'm going to take a shower first."