At this time, Jiang Zhihao had already sent Wang Yingjun back to the shop.
He did not go to his home because there were too many people there and it would inevitably lead to misunderstandings.
Deep down in his heart, Jiang Zhihao still hopes that the relationship between the two can be purer.
It was only when he returned to the store that he discovered that Wang Yingjun had fallen asleep at some point.
She was like a kitten, curled up in her arms, her thin eyebrows wrinkled from time to time, as if something bad had happened to her in her sleep.
Looking at her frown, Jiang Zhihao had the urge to help her soothe her frown. Fortunately, he had strong self-control and finally restrained this urge.
Having gone through the trouble that a woman least wants to encounter, although there were no real serious consequences, the shock along the way was enough to consume her mind.
But her hands were still tightly holding Jiang Zhihao's neck. It would be very difficult to pry her away.
After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Zhihao did not forcefully separate from her, but hugged her and sat on the lounge chair in the store.
This position seemed to make Wang Yingjun feel more comfortable. She twisted a few times, leaned her cheek against Jiang Zhihao's chest, and fell asleep more deeply.
The light fragrance of her body could be faintly sensed at the tip of his nose, diluting the previous smell of blood. Jiang Zhihao could clearly feel that his heartbeat had accelerated a lot.
He is not Liu Xiahui, but a normal man.
Faced with such a stunning woman in his arms, a man would have some reactions. Jiang Zhihao could only carefully adjust his breathing and let himself take the time to calm down.
After a few hours, Wang Yingjun slowly woke up.
When she opened her eyes, what she saw was Jiang Zhihao's chin. She raised her head slightly and saw those intoxicating eyes.
In these eyes, she felt that she could see all kinds of life and the vicissitudes of time.
It’s hard to imagine how a young man who looks like he’s in his early twenties would have such vicissitudes of life in his eyes. What exactly has he experienced?
The more she thought about it, the more Wang Yingjun felt herself becoming intoxicated in his arms.
Jiang Zhihao felt the head on his chest move. He lowered his head, just in time to look at Wang Yingjun.
Seeing the fascination in Wang Yingjun's eyes again, Jiang Zhihao felt an indescribable feeling.
Although he didn't want anything to happen with this woman, he had to admit that being looked at by such a beauty with almost adoring eyes would satisfy a man's vanity to a certain extent.
"Wake up." Jiang Zhihao deliberately diverted his attention and said.
"Well, I'm awake." Wang Yingjun nodded, and then noticed that she was lying on Jiang Zhihao in an extremely ambiguous posture. The contact area between the two of them accounted for at least 99%, which can be said to be
All stuck together.
No matter how much she likes this man, Wang Yingjun is still a woman in her twenties who has never even been in a serious relationship.
Psychologically, she is no different from an ordinary girl.
As for the relationship between the two, it was an accident. Just thinking about it makes people blush.
However, the shyness in her heart did not make Wang Yingjun want to get up. Her cheeks were slightly red, but she still insisted on lying on Jiang Zhihao and said softly: "I really hope this moment can last forever."
"Is this a classic line?" Jiang Zhihao asked.
"That's right, but I mean it sincerely." Wang Yingjun said.
Jiang Zhihao sighed and helped her stand up. He did not answer the question, but looked at the environment in the store and said: "I didn't look carefully when I came here last time. Now it seems that you are very particular about the arrangement here.