The Whole Internet is Shipping Me with My Ex-Boyfriend

Chapter 691: Sheng Yi:

Soaking in the bath for too long left me a bit thirsty, so I stepped out of the bathroom, walked through the bedroom, and headed straight outside.Sheng Yi truly did not expect to see the figure of a man standing by the bar counter when she emerged.

He stood sideways, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding a glass on the bar.

Somehow his jacket had already been removed, revealing only a gray shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up, exposing his muscular arms. The watch on his wrist, unlike her lady’s watch, had three sub-dials and a tourbillon. At this moment, those fair and slender fingers holding the glass lifted as he drank water, causing the fabric on his arms to stretch in smooth lines—strong, alluring, and exuding testosterone.

Sheng Yi swallowed, her gaze locked onto the man’s impressive physique, besides being surprised at why he hadn’t left. She knew her focus was a bit inappropriate but couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Dao An stood nearly 1.87 meters tall, looking slim in clothes, and out of clothes... she didn’t know yet.

She had never seen Dao An without clothes before, but unfortunately... she wouldn’t have the chance anymore.

The man standing by the bar sensed someone looking at him, and as he put down the glass, he turned to see the girl standing at the bedroom door. A second ago, he had been surprised he hadn’t heard her come out of the room, but the next second his gaze fell on her bare feet, instantly understanding.

No shoes meant no sound.

He walked over, his voice casually asking, "Finished bathing?"

"Hmm, finished." As she replied, her gaze darted around, not daring to meet his eyes.

Even though it was her own suite, being alone with this man still made Sheng Yi feel very uneasy, a bit embarrassed, her heart beating somewhat fast. She tried to speak to ease the atmosphere and without thinking said, "Why haven’t you left yet?"

Sheng Yi regretted it as soon as she said it.

Why did she ask him why he hadn’t left? To him, it might sound like she was indirectly telling him to leave!!

But the words were already out, her brain short-circuited and she couldn’t take them back, so she could only look at him nervously.

Then she noticed, the man’s pupils were especially deep, his lips pressed into a willow-like arc, then, as if with restraint, he moved his gaze away, not looking at her again.

Sheng Yi felt internally wounded by such a gaze for two seconds, but just two seconds later, she heard the man’s reminder, and in that moment cared no more about internal or external wounds, quickly gathering up the open V-neck in front of her, pressing it tightly.

The man’s overly deep voice came through, "Miss Sheng Yi, your bathrobe..."

There was no need to explain this situation too clearly; with just half a sentence, Sheng Yi immediately understood.

Damn!

Her bathrobe’s neckline was way too wide!

Half of her cleavage was showing, faintly visible, white and... Dao An had even reminded her, he must have seen it? Damn, she had turned into a bad woman again, actually dressing like this to seduce someone else’s boyfriend. Thinking of this, Sheng Yi inwardly cursed her earlier behavior.

She adjusted the bathrobe’s neckline, planning to change it once she returned to the bedroom.

Thinking again, she felt like she should explain what had happened, lest Dao An mistakenly think she was a casual woman, so she explained, "I just finished bathing, and when I came out, I thought you were already gone."

The man turned his gaze back, his face showing no unusual expression, and he uttered a sound indicating his understanding, "I’ll leave in a bit."

He’ll leave in a bit...

Meaning, he’ll leave later...

Ugh!

Sheng Yi was sure she wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight, insomnia until dawn was inevitable. Having gone through all this, and narrowly avoiding life and death, alone in this massive suite in a foreign country, it wasn’t just insomnia; it was an entire night of hardship to endure.

She slowly lowered her head, murmuring, "Alright."

She was born naturally beautiful, her features a rare, highly recognizable sight in the entertainment industry. With her head bowed, her eyes were hidden, and her plump, rosy lips were slightly pursed due to her feelings. Her porcelain-white skin was difficult for the man in front to look away from, as her damp hair dripped water, drop by drop, onto the icy marble floor.

Her hands twisted together, becoming a tangled mess.

Under the bathrobe was a pair of straight and slender legs, and her feet, probably due to her mood, were tightly gripping the ground, tinged with a faint pale color.

The man’s gaze finally lingered on her feet, frowned for a few seconds, then turned and walked towards the door.