Once the words are spoken, it's hard to take them back.

Jiang Yue didn't regret it, but she felt a little embarrassed after saying those words.

The long silence made her feel a little embarrassed.

It was nothing in itself, but Zhou Ji's silence made her overthink.

Why is he so quiet?! Is he smug? Is he mocking her?

Jiang Yue was furious and wanted to stubbornly explain that she had just misspoke and that he shouldn't overthink things!

Before the princess, who was still sulking, could speak, a deep voice came from above her head, "Then look up."

Jiang Yue hesitated for a few seconds, then cautiously and curiously raised her face. Before she could react, the man grabbed her chin and then gave her an overwhelming kiss that caught her completely off guard.

Her throat started to hurt a little from kissing.

Too deep, too heavy.

She felt a little breathless, as if she had been robbed, and her breathing was not smooth.

Jiang Yue felt her tongue was numb, almost losing all feeling.

He held her in his arms, and the lack of oxygen left her with no strength. By the time it was over, she even wondered if her lips were chapped.

Is this enough?

Jiang Yue touched her mouth, then looked up at Zhou Ji. The usually aloof man didn't seem as distant and indifferent as usual; his eyes were filled with emotion, and there was a hint of dark red at the corners of his eyes.

She buried herself in his arms, not knowing how to answer him.

Zhou Ji then spoke again, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of cold, metallic quality, saying, "If that's not enough, bring more."

Jiang Yue instinctively gripped his collar tightly, barely able to hear the background music of the movie. Her ears were burning hot as she said, "That's enough."

Zhou Ji has been very patient from the beginning until now.

Proceed step by step, subtly influencing others.

I don't want to use overly violent methods and end up in a life-or-death situation.

He had considered using force and enticement like Fu Qingnian, but after careful consideration, he decided against it. Zhou Ji knew Jiang Yue's personality; she was easily swayed by gentle persuasion but not by force. If he tried to force her, she would fight him to the death. She was not the type to bow down when forced.

A head-on confrontation would backfire.

Zhou Ji was adept at using his appearance, and he had noticed it beforehand: Jiang Yue liked his face to some extent.

A pretty face isn't entirely without its merits.

His seduction was always perfectly timed.

It won't be too little, nor too much.

The results are already visible tonight.

Jiang Yue gradually calmed down. Although her ears weren't as hot as before, her face was still very red. She didn't resist the kiss from before; in fact, she enjoyed it.

She said, "Zhou Ji."

"Um?"

"I just had a drink, you know that?"

"Hmm." Zhou Ji stared into her bright, watery eyes, then suddenly smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't make you take responsibility."

Jiang Yue thought Zhou Ji was frighteningly intelligent.

Sometimes, he only needs to glance at her to know what she wants to say, more accurately than a mind reader.

"I understand, it's just a momentary impulse from alcohol." Zhou Ji seemed like a decent man who had been taken advantage of and then had to make amends for his lover's heartlessness. "It's nothing, I won't blame you."

Jiang Yue almost fell for his trick: "You were the one who kissed me first."

Zhou Ji paused, as if he had just remembered this matter, and said aggrievedly, "But you asked for it yourself."

Jiang Yue retorted, "I said I wanted to kiss you."

He wasn't the one who kissed her, so she didn't need to take responsibility in the first place.

Zhou Ji raised his eyebrows, showing great selflessness and a willingness to sacrifice himself: "I heard you, then come on."

"again".

Jiang Yue's first reaction was not to think of Zhou Ji's shamelessness.

Instead, his English pronunciation was actually quite pleasant to listen to; it wasn't stiff or overly formal, nor was it pretentious.

There's a touch of seriousness beneath the lazy and casual demeanor.

During the time when Jiang Yue enjoyed spending time in the library researching history, she also frequently flipped through the original owner's old textbooks.

During her trip to the port city, there were many occasions where she needed to communicate in English, but at that time she didn't understand anything, couldn't understand it, and couldn't speak it.

After I came back and started studying hard, I didn't have many opportunities to talk about it.

She looked at Zhou Ji and asked, "Who taught you your spoken English? Could you introduce your teacher to me?"

Zhou Ji was clearly taken aback. Although he tried to hold back, he couldn't help but let out a slow, resounding laugh from his chest.

Jiang Yue felt like she was being mocked. "What are you laughing at?"

Zhou Ji pinched her cheek and asked, "Do you really want to learn?"

Jiang Yue replied with a straight face, "Of course."

Zhou Ji explained, “My English teacher has retired, and I improved my spoken English while studying abroad.” He continued, “If you want to learn, I can teach you.”

Zhou Ji even generously stated, "I can waive your tutoring fees."

Jiang Yue immediately turned hostile: "I don't think you pronounced that word very well either, so let's forget about it."

She started to climb off him as she spoke.

In my haste, I accidentally fell back down.

Zhou Ji didn't do anything, and she just happened to sit on his waist. She looked embarrassed for a moment. Drinking really does lead to trouble. Thinking this, she got up but accidentally fell. Her hands landed on places she shouldn't have.

It's like a hot potato.

He immediately raised his hand.

Jiang Yue didn't even have the courage to glance at his suit trousers. She took a deep breath and tried to explain, "I..."

Zhou Ji didn't express any other feelings, calmly telling her, "Your behavior just now was obscene."

Jiang Yue: "..."

Is it that serious? It was just that she accidentally bumped into me a couple of times.

She didn't do it on purpose.

He's very calculating.

Jiang Yue, in a fit of desperation, said, "Then just consider it as me molesting you."

She offered her hands: "Go and have the police arrest me."

Jiang Yue's wrists were slender and white, like a beautiful jade lotus root, glistening and moist, with a hint of sweet fragrance.

The man pulled her back into his arms, and this unexpected embrace seemed different from every previous one.

The hand that landed on her waist pressed very hard.

He clearly used a force he had never used before, yet his voice was incredibly gentle, carrying a hint of coaxing and a touch of ruthlessness, though this elusive ruthlessness seemed to be merely her illusion.

She heard him say, "I'm not going to be your teacher anymore."

The warm breath brushed against her neck, and the skin it touched felt like it was on fire.

She felt hot; her skin was hot, her heart was hot, and her blood was hot.

Zhou Ji said in a hoarse voice, "Will you continue to be my husband?"

The theater was dimly lit, and even though she was right next to him, Jiang Yue could hardly see the expression on his face or what he was thinking when he said those words.

It's possible that the alcohol is still at play.

Or perhaps the scalding temperature had numbed her brain.

Jiang Yue hugged his neck, thought for a moment, and said softly but earnestly, "We can date."

You can fall in love first.

Give it a try.