Chapter 100

Perhaps it was because the letter left by Xia Changsheng had a great impact on Rong Jing, and Master Rong, who had never thought much about such things, suddenly began to pay attention to it.

Even though he fell asleep, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked uneasy.

The next morning, Rong Jing woke up a little late, which was rare for him.

Uncle Xie had already prepared some replacement clothes in the room. I don't know how he guessed the size of Rong Jing's clothes. Although the clothes he brought were a little loose, they were still suitable when he put them on.

He has an extremely slender figure, and his posture is stretched and upright. The light-colored clothes with a somewhat casual feel do not look weird on him. Instead, they blend in with his extremely mysterious and cold aura, creating an extremely contradictory, sharp yet soft beauty.

When I wash up, my long hair gets in the way.

The small hairband prepared by Uncle Xie was not fancy. Rong Jing casually picked up the one he used last night and tied her long hair behind her head. The wet and cool water hit her face, washing away the last trace of confusion in her consciousness.

After wiping his face with a clean towel, Rong Jing raised his eyes to see the indifferent expression on the face of the person in the mirror, then turned and walked out of the room.

Bright sunlight filtered in from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a faint halo on the dark wool carpet.

The copper wall lamp had been turned off by the maid who came to clean the room in the morning, and the wooden stair railing showed some signs of age.

As if he heard the sound of him opening the door, not long after Rong Jing walked out of the room, Xie Xuanqing also walked out of the gym not far away.

It was late spring at this time, and the weather in Beijing was still a little chilly, so Rong Jing put on a thin coat when he got up.

But Xie Xuanqing had just gone out for an hour's run in the morning and had just done some boxing in the gym. His blood was boiling, and he was only wearing a dark gray sports vest.

When he came out, Xie Xuanqing was still wearing boxing gloves, the muscles on his exposed arms were bulging, his dark gray vest was wet with sweat, his whole body was filled with rising heat, his aura was sharp and fierce.

When he saw Rong Jing, Xie Xuan bit off his boxing gloves. The sharpness between his eyebrows had not yet dissipated, but his tone was gentle: "Good morning, sir. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Rong Jing looked at him without saying anything.

During the time in Southern Province, Rong Jing was not unaware that Xie Xuanqing had the habit of exercising. Many times, Rong Jing would run a few laps with Xie Xuanqing outside the Xie family villa.

However, Xie Xuanqing seldom went to Southern Province. Although there was a gym built there, the configuration inside did not suit Xie Xuanqing's usual exercise habits, so he rarely went in.

So this was the first time Rong Jing saw Xie Xuan’s appearance after he punched lightly.

He once went abroad to learn fighting. The person who trained him was a famous foreign desperado. Every move and every style taught him was the simplest and most effective killing move, without any frills.

The moves practiced in this way are not good-looking, but they can fully mobilize Xie Xuanqing's muscles.

The soft muscles tensed up in an instant, and when the fist landed on the sandbag, the violent impact force would bring back all the force used by Xie Xuanqing.

Adrenaline surged, and sweat oozed from his body, covering his honey-brown skin in shiny glitter.

Passionate and with an aggression that is hard to conceal, he is similar to Xie Xuanqing, who usually wears a suit and has a stern look, but also very different. He is an extremely sexy existence.

Rong Jing's gaze unconsciously swept across Xie Xuanqing's chest, which was wet with sweat and full of heat, and then fell on his arms with smooth and beautiful muscles wearing boxing gloves.

The glove strings were tied a little tight.

After greeting Rong Jing, Xie Xuanqing frowned, lowered his head, bit the knot, and pulled the rope hard.

His black hair, wet with sweat, hung down on his forehead, making his features look even colder, sharper and more handsome.

Xie Xuanqing took off his boxing gloves and saw Rong Jing still standing there, looking at him indifferently. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he looked a little serious.

His eyes moved slightly, and Xie Xuanqing noticed that Rong Jing had tied up her long hair today. Then he saw Rong Jing quickly retract his gaze and then walked over.

Patriarch Xie was unusually confused: "...Sir?"

"Yeah." Rong Jing responded very quickly, his tone still indifferent.

He lowered his eyes, and his gaze did not linger on Xie Xuanqing for too long. When he saw his vest stained dark grey by sweat, he frowned and reminded him: "...Remember to wipe the sweat off."

The temperature in Beijing was not too high at the moment. Even though Xie Xuanqing was in good physical condition, he would easily catch a cold if he was wearing wet clothes and was exposed to the wind.

His reminder was exactly the same as what Uncle Xie had reminded Xie Xuanqing before.

Feeling somewhat helpless after hearing this, Xie Xuanqing took the boxing gloves in his hand, lowered his eyes and stared at Rong Jing for a few seconds, his eyes glanced at the tip of the other's slightly red ear, and then he smiled and said, "Okay, thank you for the reminder, sir."

As he said this, he turned around and threw the boxing gloves back into the gym, raised his hand and took off the wet sports vest, then picked up a clean towel and casually wiped the sweat off his body.

He was not on guard against Rong Jing when he did this.

The wooden door of the gym was wide open. Rong Jing stood outside the door and could clearly see the layout of the entire gym.

The fitness equipment filled with an aura of coldness and power was placed casually on the ground. In the open rest area, Xie Xuanqing had his back to him. Without the cover of a sports vest, his back was firm and clearly defined.

The muscles, which were not overly exaggerated, were attached to the skin, stretching freely with Xie Xuanqing's movements, with an extremely restrained and hidden sexiness.

Rong Jing's gaze fell on that tight and powerful waist for a moment, and then he gently turned his eyes away.

I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Xie Xuanqing quickly changed into a set of clothes and came out of the gym. It was not until he met Xie Xuanqing's eyes again that Rong Jing suddenly came back to his senses -

He was just giving a casual reminder, and Xie Xuan would have just listened and changed his clothes. Why should he stand here and wait?

But it seemed difficult to say this in front of Xie Xuanqing.

Master Rong frowned slightly, but suppressed the subtle anxiety in his heart that he didn't know why.

Xie Xuanqing's gaze swept across his eyebrows and he vaguely felt as if he had discovered something.

The smile on his lips deepened. Xie Xuanqing took the used towel in his hand and asked first, "Have you had breakfast, sir?"

There was a hint of panting in his voice from exercise, so light that it wasn't noticeable, but blended into the deep sound, it sounded strangely alluring.

Rong Jing felt his ears a little numb after listening to it, his amber eyes moved slightly, and then he stepped back unnoticeably.

After a second, he realized what Xie Xuanqing had asked, and replied calmly with his eyelashes drooping, "No."

"I guessed it was gone." The coldness between Xie Xuanqing's eyebrows melted away, and the remaining sharp aura was mixed with the tenderness he showed when facing Rong Jing. "Uncle Xie should ask the kitchen to heat up everything. I will go down with you?"

This is the old house of Xie family, so Rong Jing will naturally not stop the other party from doing anything.

With a faint "hmm", Rong Jing turned and walked towards the elevator.

Xie Xuanqing followed behind him.

He had clearly disappeared from sight, but for some reason, Xie Xuanqing's presence today was too strong.

Rong Jing could hear the imperceptible friction sound of the other person's footsteps hitting the thick wool carpet, and could feel the constant warmth coming from the other person's body following not too far behind him.

The slightly cool sandalwood also had a hint of Xie Xuanqing's sweat, so it wasn't that unpleasant.

But this unique smell that belonged to Xie Xuanqing kept lingering between his mouth and nose, and when he walked, it seemed as if his whole body was wrapped in the other person's breath, which was a bit overly intimate and ambiguous.

This realization lingered in Rong Jing's mind as soon as it appeared, especially when he entered the elevator and the other party's aura became more obvious.

Xie Xuan gently stretched out his hand and pressed the button on the first floor where the restaurant was located. The moment he moved, Rong Jing subconsciously took a step back.

Then in the next second, Rong Jing reacted again. He raised his eyes and met Xie Xuanqing's seemingly puzzled gaze. Rong Jing pursed his lips and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Sir, are you feeling unwell today?" Xie Xuanqing had been paying attention to his expression all the way, and when he saw his reaction, he asked in a low voice.

The deep eyes were completely black, reflecting only his figure.

Rong Jing met his gaze for two seconds before lowering his eyelashes and answering calmly, "Nothing."

The elevator door happened to open at this time, Rong Jing was the first to walk out of the elevator, and Uncle Xie, who was not far away, came up to him: "Mr. Rong."

Then he saw Xie Xuanqing following Rong Jing: "Master."

Xie Xuanqing's eyes were still on Rong Jing. When he heard Uncle Xie's voice, he said "hmm" softly and asked, "Is there any breakfast in the kitchen?"

"Yes, yes, they're all hot." Uncle Xie has worked in the Xie family for decades and has practically watched Xie Xuanqing grow up. How could he not guess what he was thinking about Rong Jing? At this moment, he also attached great importance to Rong Jing. Seeing that Rong Jing did not come downstairs this morning, he directly asked the kitchen to heat up the prepared breakfast.

But after all, some time had passed, so Uncle Xie thought about it and decided to go to the kitchen and tell them to order a new portion of noodles.

The snacks that had been hot earlier were served first. The portion was not large. When the lid was opened, hot steam rose up, blurring the expression of the person sitting opposite.

Xie Xuanqing got up early and had already eaten.

However, because he had to do morning exercises, he didn't eat much, and now he had completely consumed it.

Smelling the aroma of the dim sum, Xie Xuanqing asked Uncle Xie to bring him an extra pair of chopsticks, and without any hesitation, he picked up a small bun and ate it.

Because it was kept warm on the stove the entire time, the texture of the dim sum didn’t change much even after two hours.

The snow-white and soft bun skin is wrapped with fragrant meat filling. When you take a bite, the slightly hot juice blends into the soft bun skin, and it tastes very good.

Rong Jing ate two slowly, and then the freshly made noodles were brought over from the kitchen.

Because it is breakfast, the food prepared by the chef tends to be light.

The hand-pulled thin noodles are cooked to perfection in the boiling broth, and a small spoonful of topping gives the tender vegetables an enticing aroma of oil.

Rong Jing mixed the toppings with chopsticks. The faint aroma of green onion and garlic mixed with the delicious flavor of other ingredients came over, which aroused people's appetite.

Xie Xuanqing finished eating the remaining buns and snacks, then watched Rong Jing lower his head and eat noodles.

He always looked good while eating, and this time was no exception.

The pale pink lips were slightly reddened by the noodles. After taking a bite, Rong Jing picked up the noodles and blew on them slowly.

Xie Xuanqing watched quietly.

It was not until Rong Jing put down the bowl and chopsticks that he seemed to come to his senses and reached out to take a tissue.

He originally wanted to hand it over directly, but Xie Xuanqing looked at Rong Jing's forehead which was covered with sweat because the noodles were a little hot while he was eating noodles, and he stood up and walked over as if possessed, and personally and carefully wiped the edges of Rong Jing's lips and forehead.

"I'm sweating." Xie Xuan said in a low voice as if explaining his actions.

When he came closer, the presence of the cool sandalwood scent blended with his own scent became even stronger.

The moment Rong Jing smelled that breath, he reflexively thought of Xie Xuanqing's appearance today wearing a sports vest, a little sharp, a little wild, very... very different.

His body stiffened unconsciously for a second, his back straightened against the chair, his long silver-white hair casually tied behind his back, and his exposed ears, as white as mutton-fat jade, gradually became stained with a hint of light pink.

Xie Xuan gently pinched the tissue in his hand and glanced lightly at the two ears.

When throwing the used tissue into the trash can, whether intentionally or unintentionally, his fingertips brushed against Rong Jing's earlobe, and the slightly cool touch instantly passed through the hot ear tip into his mind.

Xie Xuan gently withdrew his hand, and saw the silver-white head below quickly turn to the side.

Feeling a little amused for a moment, Xie Xuan lowered his eyes slightly, as if he had just discovered something, and asked softly: "Sir, your ears... why do they look so red?"

His tone sounded as if he was really just confused. When Rong Jing heard his voice, his calm expression froze for a moment.

Seeing this, Xie Xuanqing moved his fingertips lightly and rubbed the tip of Rong Jing's ear again.

But this time, his movements were slower. After rubbing his fingertips on the earlobe, he moved to the tender earlobe.

The originally white and round earlobe was now stained with a rich pink, and because of his actions, the color unconsciously became darker, like a beautiful red agate, making people unable to help but... want to rub it to make it redder.

But this idea was just a thought. The moment his fingertips rubbed her earlobe, Rong Jing immediately came back to his senses.

What else could he not understand at this moment? It was obvious that Xie Xuanqing's previous question was asked on purpose!

Master Rong suddenly opened Xie Xuanqing's palm, frowned, and seemed to be angry for a rare moment.

"I want to go back."

Uncle Xie was still in the living room. Although he couldn't see this side, Rong Jing didn't want to say anything more in front of his elders. He pursed his lips and spoke in a cold tone.

Xie Xuanqing: "..."

I accidentally made fun of him.

Patriarch Xie was very good at judging the situation. He immediately stood up straight and admitted his mistake in a low voice: "Sir, I was wrong."

This time it was Rong Jing’s turn: “…”

Xie Xuanqing lowered his eyebrows and let Rong Jing look at him with an expression that said "I admit my mistakes very well".

After a while, Rong Jing's frown finally relaxed, and he heard Xie Xuan sigh softly, "It's just that the master is really...too cute."

Every time he saw her, he couldn't help but want to tease her.

This should be human nature, right?

Rong Jing: "...I'll go back now."

The tone was even colder.

But he is a very easy-to-talk to person after all. Xie Xuanqing has lived with him for two lifetimes and knows his temperament very well.

Seeing that he was really embarrassed and angry, he quickly stopped talking, tried to comfort him seriously, and finally calmed down Master Rong's anger.

Xie Xuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and combed his long hair again, then smiled and said, "The kitchen just said that they want to show you a good show at noon today, sir, are you really going to stay a little longer?"

When he said this, Uncle Xie happened to pass by. He looked at Rong Jing, his eyes were exactly the same as Xie Xuanqing's when he was acting pitiful: "Mr. Rong, are you leaving now? It's a rare opportunity for the kitchen to entertain guests..."

Rong Jing: “…”

Although there was some element of performance in Uncle Xie's words, the meaning was genuine.

As Xie's company has grown to its current stage, it naturally has many business partners.

But Xie Xuanqing never brought them to the old house before, but entertained them directly outside.

Uncle Xie has been with Xie Xuanqing for so many years, and he has only seen him bring Rong Jing back.

Although he didn't know why Rong Jing wanted to leave so soon, Uncle Xie, standing in the position of the elder of the Xie family, still spoke up and tried to persuade Xie Xuanqing to stay.

Rong Jing met his gaze, and for some reason, he also noticed what he said, "It's rare for the chef to entertain guests."

It seems so, whether it is Xie Chong in the previous life or Xie Xuanqing in this life, they are both a bit withdrawn in this regard. Unless he is present, he is alone.

Xie Chong was better off in his previous life. Emperor Ziwei ordered everything to go smoothly for him, and Xie's parents naturally lived long lives.

With the company of his relatives, although Xie Chong did not have many close friends around him in the end, he was not lonely.

But in this life, Xie Xuanqing was born with a lonely fate, and he was unlucky to his father, mother, and everyone close to him. If it weren't for Uncle Xie's fate that could resist the erosion of the evil spirit in Xie Xuanqing, over the past ten or twenty years, Xie Xuanqing might not have had many people around him...

Feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason, Rong Jing thought of the scene he saw last night when Xie Xuanqing disappeared into the night. Finally, he said, "...You can go back in the afternoon."

Uncle Xie's expression relaxed instantly. He smiled respectfully and said, "Then I'll go to the kitchen and remind them now."

He immediately took action after saying this. Rong Jing watched his movements: "..."

That's fine.

With Uncle Xie's interruption, Rong Jing no longer cared so much about Xie Xuanqing's previous actions.

His amber eyes glanced at the other person lightly, and Rong Jing finally relaxed his brows completely.

When Xie Xuanqing saw this, he felt relieved but also a little amused.

His husband is really...

Ordinary people only see his handsome appearance and indifferent temperament, but they don’t know how soft his heart is.

As Xie Xuanqing thought about this, he felt an indescribable and strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Only he knows this kind of Rong Jing.

He is the only one who has such a gentleman.

The treasures that are beyond the reach of others are hidden in his arms, and only he, Xie Xuanqing, can get a glimpse of the whole picture.

With a soft sigh, Xie Xuan looked at Rong Jing quietly, his eyes filled with gentle affection that he himself was not aware of.

With Uncle Xie's reminder, the kitchen really started to prepare. The lunch was extremely sumptuous. Although each dish was not large in portion, they all suited Rong Jing's taste.

After eating a circle slowly like this, Rong Jing swallowed the last bite of crab meat, and his stomach was just 70% full.

The food on the table was not wasted. Xie Xuanqing was more robust than Rong Jing and he had exercised for a long time in the morning. Even though he had some snacks in the middle, he still consumed a lot. Now he just finished the food that Rong Jing could not finish.

The servants cleared the used dishes and chopsticks from the table. After simply rinsing his mouth, Xie Xuanqing stood up from his seat, but did not send Rong Jing back directly at this time. Instead, he smiled and asked, "Sir, do you want to take a walk in the garden?"

Rong Jing tilted his head and thought for a moment, and finally said "hmm" in a reserved and light manner.

It's time to take a walk after dinner.

It was already late when he came over yesterday, so many of the arrangements in the garden were not very clear.

It was just past noon, the sun was at its brightest, and the entire garden was in full view.

In addition to a bunch of roses that were recently transplanted, there are also many shrubs and flowers planted in the garden of the Xie family's old house.

The tender or dark green is interspersed with light pink and tender yellow flowers. The bright sunshine and the breeze fall on our bodies, making it an extremely comfortable and quiet afternoon.

Rong Jing walked quietly on the cobblestone path.

There are ornamental shrubs planted on both sides. The weather is just right now, so many new buds have sprouted. The horizontal branches and leaves look interesting, but also a bit overbearing.

In order to avoid the branches of the bushes, Rong Jing moved to the middle of the path.

Xie Xuanqing was walking side by side with him. At this time, Rong Jing moved over, and the distance between the two, which was already short, was shortened again.

I don't know who touched the other's hand first.

By the time Rong Jing reacted, Xie Xuanqing had already clasped his fingers and was walking forward side by side with him.

The fingers are filled.

Wrists intertwined.

Palms facing each other.

The warm temperature continued to come from the hand of the person next to him. Rong Jing's fingertips moved, and then he felt a slight tightening of force coming from his hand.

After touring the rest of the garden, Xie Xuan went to the garage and drove out the Cullinan he usually drove, and personally sent Rong Jing back to the community where Rong Jing lived.

As dusk approaches, gorgeous clouds spread across the sky, dyeing the earth with a very beautiful color.

Xie Xuanqing parked the car in the parking space outside the community, looked at Rong Jing who had unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, and suddenly called out, "Sir."

Rong Jing turned around with a calm expression.

I thought Xie Xuanqing would say goodbye to him as usual, but he smiled and said, "Next time...will you come over to see the flowers together?"

Today, as they approached the flower bed, they found that the roses that had been wilted by the rain had stood up again, with their pale buds slightly opening, and it looked like they would continue to live and bloom.

Rong Jing looked at him, then responded very lightly, "Yeah."

Xie Xuanqing's smile deepened when he heard this.

He held the steering wheel and finally said, "Well, see you next time, sir."

Rong Jing nodded lightly to indicate that he heard it, then turned around and continued walking into the community.

Xie Xuanqing was not in a hurry to leave, but quietly watched his back gradually going away.

Suddenly, Rong Jing stopped walking.

Xie Xuanqing looked up with some doubt, and saw that he turned slightly, but looked at him and asked: "Do you want to go up and sit for a while?"

Rong Jing didn't know why he suddenly extended this invitation to Xie Xuanqing.

Perhaps the lonely figure I saw last night left too deep an impression on me.

It may also be that the sandalwood box in my hand is too noticeable.

When Rong Jing walked back to the community, the figures of Xia Changsheng and others kept flashing through his mind, and the figure of Xie Xuanqing hidden in the night appeared alternately.

Feeling a subtle sense of bitterness and discomfort in his heart, Rong Jing finally turned around and asked Xie Xuanqing this question.

But after the words came out, Rong Jing felt something was wrong. However, Xie Xuanqing got out of the car after hearing his question. His dark eyes were shining, and when they fell on him, he seemed a little nervous: "Is it okay?"

Seeing this, Rong Jing pursed his lips and replied calmly: "...Okay."

Xie Xuanqing closed the car door and followed him.

It's not like he had never been to Rong Jing's house before.

But every time I come here, the feeling seems to be different.

The script that had been read many times was placed casually on the coffee table, and a thin coat was also placed on the sofa.

Unlike the Xie family's old house where servants always put used things in order, there is a different breath of life here.

Xie Xuanqing sat down on the sofa and glanced at the script on the table.

As if remembering something, Xie Xuanqing asked, "Speaking of which, sir, how was your audition result?"

Rong Jing had just poured a cup of tea. When he heard his question, he recalled his performance in the audition.

Frowning, Rong Jing said, "Director Jiang Ning said that he would notify me when there is a result."

Come to think of it, he also had to ask for some tricks when he auditioned.

Xie Xuanqing's gaze is similar to but different from Ji Yihan in the script of "Summer Flowers". Rong Jing often gets along with Xie Xuanqing, and at that time he subconsciously merged Xie Xuanqing's gaze with Ji Yihan in the script.

"Is that so..." Xie Xuan responded in a low voice, but said, "I believe you, sir."

Rong Jing: “…Yeah.”

After placing the two cups of brewed tea on the coffee table, Rong Jing pushed one of them over.

Xie Xuanqing took it readily and took a sip.

Because of the mention of audition, Rong Jing began to observe his movements unconsciously.

Xie Xuanqing swallowed the sweet tea in his mouth, but lowered his eyes and said, "Sir."

The voice is low and pleasant, with a hint of alluring magnetism.

Rong Jing raised his head following his voice, and Xie Xuan gently rubbed his cheek with his other hand.

He heard Xie Xuanqing continue: "You look at me like this... makes me want to kiss you."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and Rong Jing was a little unsure of how he answered at that time.

But he seemed to have a vague idea in his mind, so when Xie Xuan lowered his eyes and kissed him, he closed his eyes but did not avoid it.

One hand was suddenly clasped.

A warm breath approaches.

His lips were gently rubbed.

Xie Xuanqing lightly touched his lips as if testing and hesitating.

Then, just when Rong Jing felt a little confused and was about to push back, Xie Xuanqing's movements suddenly became heavier.

The pale pink thin lips were bitten lightly, and Rong Jing licked it subconsciously, and the tip of his tongue touched a very similar, warm and flexible existence.

Xie Xuanqing slowly and forcefully knocked open his teeth.

A light but unignorable sound of water was heard. Xie Xuanqing interlocked his fingers with Rong Jing's with one hand, while he raised his other hand and gently pressed the back of Rong Jing's head.

The soft silver hair gently brushed against his palm. Xie Xuan opened his eyes slightly and looked at Rong Jing, taking in every expression on his face.

The thick and long eyelashes are like a fan made of crow feathers.

When Rong Jing opened his eyes, the pair of eyelashes did not appear very noticeable.

But he closed his eyes at this time, perhaps because Xie Xuanqing's movements were a little heavy, Rong Jing frowned slightly, and his eyelashes also trembled and fluttered slightly according to the owner's mood, as if scratching Xie Xuanqing's heart.

Further down is the straight and beautiful nose bridge.

Rong Jing was born with a very good appearance, and even his nose was so beautiful that if he got one point bigger, it would be too much, and if he got one point smaller, it would be too little.

No matter how dissatisfied he was with the former Heaven's way, Xie Xuanqing had to admit at this moment that Rong Jing's appearance was truly the result of being favored by Heaven.

Her thin lips, which were always pale, were now invaded by him.

Xie Xuan lightly thought of Rong Jing's lips which always seemed to have lost a lot of blood color, so he increased the movement of his lips and bit them lightly with his teeth, causing the skin to turn a bright red color.

A slight pain and a strange numbness came together. Rong Jing felt the feeling on his lips and couldn't help but open his eyes.

A layer of frost tried to gather in the amber eyes.

It's just that he had too little experience, and his breathing was not smooth during the kiss, so a faint layer of water accumulated in his eyes. As he opened his eyes, the water stained his eyelashes and directly melted the layer of frost, which was not very hard to begin with.

Xie Xuan's hand, which was gently placed behind his head, moved slightly, and his knuckles brushed across the corner of his eye.

He gently wiped away any excess water.

Rong Jing's nostrils were filled with his scent, and the air in his mouth was constantly being robbed by him.

It was just like... the whole person was occupied by Xie Xuanqing, which was a bit scary.

Finally, as if sensing that his breathing was becoming unstable, or perhaps because his eyes were too confused, Xie Xuanqing finally loosened his shackles and stepped back a little.

His empty hand brushed against Rong Jing's lips, which he had personally dyed red. Xie Xuan felt the wetness on his fingertips and smiled, "...Thank you for your hospitality, sir."

Rong Jing blinked her eyelashes slightly before she realized what he said: "..."

Her cheeks were slightly red from the previous kiss.

Rong Jing subconsciously raised his hand and wiped it across his lips. When he felt the faint trace of moisture that Xie Xuanqing had missed, the pink color on his cheeks, like peach petals, deepened.

He tried to straighten his expression, and said with a serious look: "...Don't say that."

There was an inexplicable hoarseness in his usually clear voice.

Xie Xuanqing's deep eyes glanced at his face, but he smiled obediently and said, "Okay, sir."

Having said this, he still did not release the shackles on Rong Jing.

Rong Jing sensed something keenly, raised his eyes and looked at Xie Xuanqing.

The next second, his lips were bitten again.

The already unstable atmosphere became even more chaotic in an instant.

Xie Xuanqing's free hand no longer pressed on the back of Rong Jing's head, but gently fell on the back of his neck.

The thin skin was soft and sensitive. Rong Jing's body trembled at his actions, and even the tip of his tongue moved along with it.

Xie Xuanqing noticed his barely perceptible "response", his eyes became darker and the aura of occupation emanating from his body became stronger.

Rong Jing was pinched on the back of his neck by him. His mind had not yet recovered from the kiss just now, but he vaguely thought of the image of Xie Xuanqing wearing a sports vest that he saw in the corridor this morning.

At this time, Xie Xuanqing was wearing an extremely formal and abstinent black suit, but the tie at his collar had been torn open at some point, and the two buttons had undone, revealing his neck with extremely strong lines.

The aura he exuded now was somewhat similar to what Rong Jing had felt this morning, so overpowering and sharp that one could not help but want to avoid him.

Rong Jing also followed his thoughts and moved back, but Xie Xuanqing's hand pinched the back of his neck, and with a little force, he was forced to move forward.

The tips of my ears started to feel hot.

Rong Jing blinked, and suddenly, he seemed to hear Xie Xuanqing's laughter coming from his ears again.

"Sir...what are you doing?"

There was a hint of hoarseness in the low voice. Rong Jing came back to his senses and saw that his free hand had grabbed Xie Xuanqing's collar at some point, and through the thin shirt, he grabbed the tight muscles inside.

Rong Jing: “…”

Even his cheeks felt a little hot. Rong Jing looked tense and silently let go of his hand.

He has never been involved in human love affairs. The reason he allowed Xie Xuanqing to go too far was because of the previous events that made him feel a little soft-hearted towards Xie Xuanqing, but he didn't know why he did such a thing.

But now that he had reacted, Rong Jing looked stern and wanted to get up and leave.

Xie Xuanqing didn't expect that he just wanted to tease Rong Jing, but the other party's reaction would be so strong.

Frowning in annoyance, Xie Xuan lightly grasped Rong Jing's hand, and with a slight force of his fingers, he pulled the other person back.

——A distinct, strange touch came from the side of my leg.

As a man, Xie Xuanqing is not unfamiliar with this.

Lowering his eyelashes, Xie Xuan said softly: "Sir, you feel it, don't you?"

It was a scene very similar to what had happened before.

The moment Rong Jing heard Xie Xuanqing's voice ringing in his ears, his stern expression froze.

...It's just a natural reaction for men.

Thinking of this, he continued to get up from Xie Xuanqing's side.

However, this time, Xie Xuanqing did not let him escape again.