Dear Mr. Shi

Chapter 30: 30, where are you touching with your hand?

Chapter 30: 30, where are you touching with your hand?

Editor: Henyee Translations

Song Qinghuan, who was previously calm, gasped abruptly as she prepared to climb down.

Good heavens, how high this railing was! How had she climbed up just now?!

Now that she was so high up, how was she supposed to climb down? Jumping was not an option as the height was too much, and her legs were currently wobbly. Besides, there was no midpoint to steady herself on, nor could she take the stairs down.

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Good heavens! What was she to do?

Without thinking, she immediately cried out to Shi Yuhuan for help: “Hey, wait a minute, I can’t get down!”

Turning to look at her, Shi Yuhuan saw Song Qinghuan’s face flush a bright red, then drain white again in rapid succession…

She had never felt so embarrassed. She seemed to always be in a predicament whenever this man was around, like a jester suspended mid-air, neither able to ascend nor descend.

After what seemed like an eternity, Shi Yuhuan walked over to her.

He nonchalantly extended his hand and placed it on her rear…

“Ah…” Song Qinghuan let out a scream, startled. He… he… “You… you pervert! Where are you touching?!”

Shi Yuhuan’s expression turned even colder, his dark eyes seeming as if they were submerged in ice, sending chills down one’s spine. Song Qinghuan thought he was angry and would dismiss her, but surprisingly, he calmly asked her: “D’you want to come down or not?”

“Woof-” The Tibetan Mastiff, Zishi, suddenly charged towards Shi Yuhuan and Song Qinghuan.

Fearing that the dog would pounce on her, she screamed in fright: “Hold me down, hurry up and hold me down!”

Immediately, she felt a sensation of the world spinning. When she regained her senses, her head was resting against the hard chest of Shi Yuhuan.

The distinct masculine scent lingered faintly in her nostrils. His strong, vibrant heartbeat seemed to puncture her eardrums with each beat.

All of a sudden, Song Qinghuan felt as if there were a deer prancing around in her heart.

Lifting her head, she looked at that perfect jaw and thin, tightly pursed lips. She blinked a couple of times, then saw the fierce Zishi charging towards them again.

“Ah!!” She hid in Shi Yuhuan’s chest, eyes shut, screaming: “Shoo your dog away, hurry and shoo your dog away——”

Shi Yuhuan remained steady and calm. He didn’t utter a word, just gave Zishi an icy stare that seemed to carry a destructive murderous intent.

Zishi immediately halted in his tracks, turned, and ran away.

Shi Yuhuan coldly pushed Song Qinghuan away, hands in his pockets. His deep eyes faintly lingered on Song Qinghuan, thin lips parted slightly: “Remember, you’re staying in the front room, don’t wander around, or if Zishi bites you, it’ll be your own fault!”

Watching his retreating figure until he was out of sight, only then did Song Qinghuan register what he had said. Immediately enraged, she let out a roar: “What the hell, jerk, he’s pissed me off!!”