Secret joy was intertwined with a variety of complex emotions. Shen Qinghe didn't want to be together unclearly, and subconsciously retorted to him: "You don't like me, right? Besides, it was just after drinking..."
It's just drunken nonsense, don't take it seriously.
But her inability to speak out and her unconscious state revealed her most secret thoughts.
She likes Jiang cuisine.
like very much.
Jiang Yao lowered his eyelashes slightly, as if he was a little hurt, and he was playing with a piece of grass that he had picked up at some point.
After a while, he spoke, his voice was very soft and a little aggrieved.
"I take it seriously."
His expression was magnanimous, and his cold and dark fox eyes looked directly into hers, as if he could see through her heart.
Shen Qinghe's lips moved imperceptibly, and he hesitated for a moment: "I'm going to the toilet."
Before she finished speaking, she stood up quickly and ran towards the toilet as if she was running away.
The closest toilet is in a high-end guest house and is sparsely populated.
Shen Qinghe entered a cubicle, closed the door, leaned against the door to calm his breathing, and covered his rapidly beating chest.
That look in his eyes was so exciting.
Breathing and heartbeat gradually return to normal.
He walked to the sink and straightened his hair, which was messy from running.
I silently guessed the meaning of his words.
No, you like yourself, right?
As soon as this thought came to my mind, my cheeks turned red.
Shen Qinghe turned on the faucet and poured water on his face. The blush gradually faded away.
The phone was vibrating crazily on the sink. I wiped my hands casually on my body before picking up the phone to look at it.
Wen Jingjing: What’s going on with you two?
Wen Jingjing: Confessing your love so soon?
Wen Jingjing: That sound, is it a kiss?
Shen Qinghe lowered his head to reply to her message and walked back. He was so focused that he didn't notice a person standing at the door.
Her arm was gently grasped by someone, and an irresistible force pulled her back, pressing her whole body against the wall.
The back of his head was still pressed against his broad, warm palm.
Jiang Yao put out his cigarette, flicked the cigarette butt into a nearby trash can, placed his hand a few centimeters from the side of her face, and bent down to look at her.
"Want to deny it?"
His voice, which he had just smoked, was very hoarse, yet indescribably bewitching.
Shen Qinghe was completely surrounded by him, his unique smell lingering on the tip of her nose, and his warm breath brushed her face without any obstruction.
The heartbeat that had just calmed down suddenly accelerated again, and the temperature began to rise.
She quibbled: "I didn't."
I don't mean to deny it, I just can't be sure of your feelings.
Jiang Yao pursed her lips tightly and moved closer to her, with the high bridge of his nose almost touching the tip of hers.
Shen Qinghe subconsciously turned his face to the side, closed his eyes, and heard his low laughter in his ears, so close that he could feel the vibration in his chest.
She had no way to retreat, so she could only put her hands on his chest and try to distance him as much as possible.
"So, do you want to fall in love?"
He said.
Shen Qinghe turned his head and looked at him in shock, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
Before she had time to think deeply, he continued: "That's not right."
"What?"
Probably due to the influence of this posture, Shen Qinghe couldn't turn his brain, couldn't breathe smoothly, and actually felt a little dizzy.
"As for your previous question, you are wrong."
You don't like me, right?
wrong.
Shen Qinghe opened her mouth slightly in a daze, her heart beating rapidly, and the answer she wanted was about to come out.
The hand on the back of her head suddenly exerted force, leading her closer to Jiang Yao, and his clear face magnified in front of her eyes.
The cold woody aroma mixed with a hint of tobacco hits your face.
There was something warm and soft covering her lips.
Shen Qinghe's eyelashes trembled slightly.
My mind goes blank.
She actually kissed Jiang Yao while she was awake.
When she came back to her senses, she looked into his dark and deep fox eyes. There seemed to be a whirlpool in his eyes, sucking her in and pulling her down together.
Respond to him uncontrollably.
A pair of hands covered Shen Qinghe's eyes, and she closed her eyes subconsciously.
Jiang Yao's hand clasped on her slender wrist, leading her to touch his neck.
Then, he slowly slid down, placed his hands on her slim waist, and gently lifted it up.
Shen Qinghe was forced to stand on tiptoes slightly, placing his body's center of gravity on Jiang Yao.
Her waist had always been sensitive, and the numbness spread from the skin he touched to her limbs, almost paralyzing her.
Jiang Yao deepened the kiss little by little.
The breathing of the two people gradually became faster, and they were indescribably ambiguous.
The sound of noisy footsteps could be heard not too far away, but Shen Qinghe's eyes were filled with shyness, for fear of being hit by someone.
She took her hand back and gently tapped his chest to signal that someone was coming.
Jiang Yao was not in a hurry. He pressed down her waving arm with one hand and slowly intertwined his fingers with hers.
The conversation became clearer, and he slowly left her lips.
The pair of peach blossom eyes that had always been clear and clean were now stained with a layer of mist, blurred and seductive, as if full of emotion.
The crystal clear lips were also slightly red and swollen.
Resisting the urge to continue, she held her tightly in her arms and whispered loving words into her ear: "I like you."
Shen Qinghe was disturbed by the series of actions he had just taken. His brain was still in a state of chaos, so he just let out a soft "hmm".
"So, do you like me?"
"Um."
"Then, do you want to fall in love?" Jiang Yao asked again.
Shen Qinghe shrank into his arms in shame: "Okay."
The eyes of the two people passing by fell on Shen Qinghe intentionally or unintentionally.
Jiang Yao hugged her tighter, put his hand on her hair, and ran it along her hair.
When the two people entered the toilet, Jiang Yao lowered his head and said in a restrained and hoarse voice, "Are you leaving?"
Shen Qinghe nodded and shook his head.
"Um?"
The ending sound rises, showing laziness.
"My legs are weak." Her voice was thin and weak.
Jiang Yao pursed his lips at first, then seemed like he couldn't hold it in any longer, resting his head on her neck, laughing so hard that his whole body trembled.
The phone vibrated in his pocket. Jiang Yao straightened up, put his arm around her waist, rested his chin on her head, and freed his hand to answer the phone.
"Brother Jiang, we have packed our things back. You can just go back to the villa later."
Shen Qinghe tugged at the corner of his clothes, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Yao walked away a little distance and asked with his mouth: What's wrong?
Shen Qinghe's eyes moved quickly, he tiptoed and blew a breath into his ear.
Jiang Yao was startled, and immediately, the tips of his ears turned red.
"Brother Jiang? Brother Jiang?"
Jiang Yao didn't respond to him. He held her face with his knuckled fingers and gently rubbed her back with his thumb.
Eyes twitching: "Yeah."
He leaned over and kissed Shen Qinghe again and again on the corner of the mouth.
The two people who were going to the toilet came out and stared at them intently.
Shen Qinghe blushed and retracted into Jiang Yao's arms.
He chuckled.
"Brother Jiang, what are you laughing at?"
"None of your business?" He hung up the phone.
Jiang Yao's blushing cheeks were filled with tenderness: "Let's go back."
"good."
Jiang Yao held her hand and walked a few steps when she suddenly stopped and looked at her in confusion.
Shen Qinghe was extremely serious: "Wait, there is a question."