Ning Qiluo was surprised that Jiang Yingchi was not asleep.

Caught off guard by being pulled down like that, and then pinned down by him, her first thought was:

Wow, you're so heavy!!

It felt like a mountain was pressing down on her, making her unable to move.

Jiang Yingchi noticed, and his back arched slightly, one leg bending slightly as he held her tightly in his arms, his voice low and mellow: "Why are you here?"

Ning Qiluo felt uncomfortable being pressed down, and though she wanted to get up, she couldn't. She honestly said, "I didn't know you were at the manor until you left. Jones said you hadn't eaten lunch, so I brought you some food."

I just finished speaking.

Then I heard a sigh.

It came out of Jiang Yingchi's mouth.

That was a satisfied sigh.

He cupped her face in his hands, drew closer, and kissed her forehead. "My dear A Luo, you've finally come to your senses this time. I thought..."

I thought you wouldn't understand and wouldn't come.

His once clear eyes closed briefly, and slowly, that clarity faded...

Ning Qiluo felt that it was exhausting for the two of them to talk like this, especially since she was being suppressed.

So she reached out and carefully pinched the creases of his clothes on his shoulder with her index finger and thumb. "Jiang Yingchi, can you get up first? You're making it hard for me to breathe."

Jiang Yingchi didn't get up, and asked her in a deep, mellow voice with a hint of pleasure, "Can't take it already?"

Ning Qiluo was completely bewildered: "Huh?"

The next moment, Jiang Yingchi's thin lips were close to her ear: "Then what will we do in the future?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Qiluo asked incredulously, "Are you going to keep suppressing me from now on?"

It was a very embarrassing topic, but Ning Qiluo asked it so bluntly.

Jiang Yingchi's smile, which had been pursed at the corners of her lips, spread out, and her chest trembled slightly with laughter.

He's laughing?

What's he laughing at?

"Jiang Yingchi, get up quickly and eat your food." Ning Qiluo was being pressed down like this, it would be a lie to say she wasn't hot.

Jiang Yingchi did not get up, but only turned slightly to the side.

One arm was wrapped around her waist, and the other was placed in front of her: "Sleep with me."

sleep?

It's not impossible, but could we separate them a bit?

"Jiang Yingchi, aren't you hot?" she asked him.

Jiang Yingchi: "It's hot."

Ning Qiluo: "Then why aren't you letting go of my hand?"

"I want to spend the night with you," he said, lowering his head and burying his thin lips in the crook of her neck.

Ning Qiluo was ticklish and kept shrinking away, but he inadvertently pressed his lips against hers. Ning Qiluo used her hand to block his face from getting closer: "Jiang Yingchi, I suspect you're taking advantage of me."

No doubt about it.

It's true.

“This is terrible,” he said.

Even Ning Qiluo could feel that his body was getting hotter and hotter.

With the two of them so close together, Ning Qiluo could feel the source of the heat even more clearly.

Jiang Yingchi removed her hand from his face and moved even closer to her.

He kissed her, and Ning Qiluo had no way to avoid it. His lips were caught by him, and his upper body leaned towards her, his back arching slightly again.

He took her hand in his, and slowly raised it above her head...

Ning Qiluo opened her eyes, and panic began to creep into her heart...

Because of the kiss, she noticed a slight smell of alcohol.

Jiang Yingchi drank alcohol!

If this continues, things will get out of control.

So, she turned around and grabbed Jiang Yingchi's hand, the hand that Jiang Yingchi had been holding.

Then, using all her strength, she pushed Jiang Yingchi down, pressing her other hand onto Jiang Yingchi's shoulder.