Chapter 73 Chapter 73 You spank me!

Xin Tong lifted up her skirt, climbed onto the railing, and jumped down without hesitation.

Her clothes fluttered and she fell down.

The moment a person is in the air, his heart almost stops.

With nothing under her feet and no one to rely on, the instinct for survival rushed up and surrounded all the thinking organs in her brain. Adrenaline was soaring. The lights of the manor not far away were flashing at a dangerous frequency. The wind from below blew her hair up.

——The next second after he fell heavily, he was caught firmly by a pair of strong hands.

Falling into a hot embrace, filled with joy.

His body temperature was always high, like a furnace, a ball of blazing flame. For the three months we'd known each other, every time our skin touched, every time our skin pressed against each other, it was warm, bright, and scorching.

He held her back with one hand and supported her legs firmly with the other, and walked forward holding her upright.

The bright red hem of his skirt was caught by his arm, draping over his trousers. As he walked, the fabric of the skirt scraped against his silver metal belt buckle. Every step he took, a scrape.

She hugged his neck tightly, panting, and heard her heavy heartbeat gradually recovering.

Boom boom. Boom boom.

Suddenly, she felt the man's muscles stiffen.

The next second, Xin Tong felt someone pinching the back of her neck and pulling her back.

She was still immersed in the aftermath of fear, unwillingly and hugging his neck tightly with trembling hands.

The hand used a little more force to pull her away, but she still clung on tightly and refused to move.

The hand finally stopped in mid-air. After a long while, he suddenly heard the young master's voice coming faintly from under him.

He gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice.

"That's all right."

It took her a while to react, until she suddenly felt his warm breath hitting her chest, and it seemed that something soft and warm would occasionally brush against her skin.

With a start, he looked down and realized that he had almost hugged his face tightly against his chest for at least seven or eight seconds.

The tip of his tall nose almost touched the exposed skin on her chest, and his lips repeatedly brushed against the soft silk fabric on her chest as he walked.

...No wonder he tried to pull himself away several times just now.

Jiang Chongyan had a very unhappy expression on his face.

The ears were almost red enough to bleed.

A faint blush covered his face and neck. Xin Tong saw his drooping black eyelashes, thick as feathers, trembling slightly. He blinked irritably, his lips tightly pursed, his jaw tense.

Looking up, I see her face; looking down, I see her breasts. I'm caught in a dilemma and can only grit my teeth, straighten my neck, and lower my eyes to look at the grass on the road beside me.

"Can you please pay attention?"

He turned his face away, his Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, and after taking a deep breath, he finally couldn't help but speak in a hoarse voice.

"Do you know I'm a man?"

"Can you be so casual with anyone?"

When he carried her on his back before, the softness of her chest rubbing against his back was enough to distract him.

This time directly...

"Just cleanser?"

Xin Tong spoke these fierce and vicious words calmly, as if she had the ability to read minds.

Jiang Chongyan's pupils constricted, and an expression of disbelief and shock appeared on his usually flamboyant face.

"you!"

"you."

He said "you" twice in a row, and the words were choked on his lips. The next second, Xin Tong interrupted him, "What do you mean by me?"

Xin Tong didn't think it was a big deal at first, but every time something like this happened, he would say this, and she instinctively wanted to argue with him.

"Everyone doesn't know you're a man."

"You got hard in front of me once. It hurt me that time."

Xin Tong snorted.

"That's just my personality. So don't hold me. Let me limp back now."

After saying that, he began to struggle to get down, kicking his legs like a big carp.

The man's face was still ugly. He hissed and was hit in the abdomen by her struggle. He said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

Xin Tong didn't listen and moved even more violently, taking advantage of the chaos to retaliate by ruffling the ends of his hair into a mess, flapping his limbs around like a cockroach with its legs up in the air after being sprayed with insecticide.

Jiang Chongyan was easily able to hold both of her, but she struggled too hard. Jiang Chongyan frowned and stopped, using both hands to hold her down with a little force. The person in his arms whimpered as he pressed her down.

When she kicked her knee between his legs again, Jiang Chongyan groaned, a little annoyed, and slapped her.

There was a "pop" sound.

Both of them were suddenly stunned.

It took two seconds for the area that had been tapped to feel a slight tingling sensation. Xin Tong widened her eyes and shouted in disbelief at the culprit in front of her:

——"You spanked me!"

Xin Tong's mind was in turmoil.

She immediately thought of the dream she had the week after she returned to China, the night she found out that he was Jiang Chongyan, the young master of the Jiang family, at the Yu family's gate.

That ambiguous and shameful nightmare of being stripped of my pants and beaten on my knees by a man with a cold face, and then taking a photo to use as a mobile phone wallpaper.

I just met him three months ago. When I faced that dream, I felt only shame, anger and fear, thinking that I would get revenge one day.

Yet, so much seemed to have happened in those three months. The two were entangled by an invisible thread, summoned by a meteor shower that seemed like fate, always anticipated but always eluded. Flames and lakes, moonlight and paulownia trees, their opposite lives, never intersecting, overlapped under countless moonlit nights. They bound, confronted, and protected each other. Only in the midst of a blizzard did they hold hands, and only in each test did they see the jewel-like freedom and sincerity of their hearts.

Xin Tong was held tightly by the young man, the moonlight shining on his light golden hair.

His dark pupils were like black chalcedony. They were so close that their heartbeats were intertwined, but their minds went blank as they stared at each other.

Suddenly, someone broke the silence. Jiang Chongyan seemed bewildered, his face pale and blue, his lips pursed, and he remained silent. He stood there for three or four seconds before suddenly pressing his hand against her back, pulling her onto his shoulder, and resuming his pace.

After being spanked unexpectedly, the young lady finally calmed down. She wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally stayed there obediently, feeling aggrieved.

Climbing onto his shoulders, she was forced to experience the perspective of about two meters. This height was really a bit scary, and she whispered, "Why don't you put me down or carry me on your back?"

After a few seconds of silence, I heard the voice of the man under me, which sounded extremely indifferent.

"I'm too lazy to change."

…

When Jiang Chongyan stopped, Xin Tong was put down and saw a huge black motorcycle in front of him.

The streamlined car body, the black metal texture gleaming, the man stepped on it, his long legs swept through the air, and threw a helmet to her side.

Xin Tong held the helmet in his hands, stunned.

"Can you ride a motorcycle?"

The young master lifted his hat, and his golden hair suddenly spread out, and then was tightly framed in the hard helmet.

"Come up."

Xin Tong felt an inexplicable excitement in her heart. She didn't know where she was going, or what she was going to do. Everyone else was having a banquet, but only the two of them were escaping under the moonlight.

Without hesitation, she donned her helmet, adjusted her skirt, and sat astride. Looking around, she couldn't find a place to hold onto, so she simply gripped the seat firmly, her face brimming with excitement. "Alright, alright, go go go!"

The man in front of her paused, started the car and slowly drove a few meters before suddenly braking. Xin Tong couldn't dodge in time and bumped into his broad and hard back, her hands involuntarily hugging his waist.

"What?" Her nose was hurt.

"I'll show you how to be safe in traffic."

His voice was muffled through the two helmets and drifted into the night.

"Leave."

The motorcycle sped along.

In December, the sky in Wucheng was spinning and the city was rapidly receding. They drove out of the lake island and along the highway in the lake. The roar of the engine reached its maximum and vibrated the eardrums. Xin Tong hugged Jiang Chongyan's waist tightly, laughing softly in her helmet, and leaned on his back with her eyes closed, hearing the sound of two hearts beating in unison.

Finally, after drifting, it stopped in front of a store.

"This store is on the main road, closest to Yuhu Villa. I saw that the people who design and arrange events and parties used to buy their supplies wholesale from this store."

Jiang Chongyan got out of the car and walked straight ahead.

Xin Tong stood behind and shouted dissatisfiedly, "Hey!"

The man turned around and met her resentful gaze. His gaze lingered on her feet, and only then did he understand what she was dissatisfied with. He lowered his eyes and walked back, resigned to his fate, without looking at her, and stretched out his arm.

"Are you so unwilling to help me?"

Xin Tong snorted and put her right hand into his suit jacket pocket without any hesitation.

"Walk."

The two walked in and found the exact same props in front of a row of shelves.

Fluorescent pearls, bags, even wings carried by the staff, shells stuck on the wall... everything is available.

Jiang Chongyan stood by and said calmly, "Pearls and bags, buy as many as you want."

Xin Tong's jaw dropped.

"So what you meant by letting me win was to come here and cheat."

"Don't want to drive?" Jiang Chongyan looked at her leisurely.

"I hope that every day and every stage of my life can be opened like this." Xin Tong said seriously.

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The shopping bag was bulging in his arms.

The motorcycle sped past, raising exhaust gas and dust, and rushed into the inky black night of Wucheng.

Xin Tong hugged Jiang Chongyan's waist tightly. Through the hazy glass of the helmet, she saw the hem of her bright red skirt flying in the air and the man in front of her in a suit and tie.

The motorcycle pulled onto the lakeside highway, the island just ahead. This single stretch of road stretched across the silent lake. A man and a woman, both dressed in suits and wearing matching black helmets, sped through the endless night, their motorcycle engines roaring.

Suddenly, the motorcycle stopped.

Jiang Chongyan stepped onto the ground, stopped by the roadside, took off his helmet, took out his cell phone and checked the time.

"What's wrong?"

After checking the time, he raised his head again and looked at the island in the middle of the lake in front of him.

"It should be coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound of breaking air suddenly rang in his ears.

Xin Tong immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yuhu Villa on the lake island right in front of him. Suddenly, a dazzling colorful light bloomed in the night sky above his head.

——She held her breath suddenly.

Under the silent night sky, bunches of fireworks rose rapidly into the sky and then scattered in the darkness.

Red, green, purple, white, gorgeous rays, dazzling light and shadow, like a colorful painting in a dream, like falling stars in the sky. One beam has not yet settled when another one rises, competing with each other for brilliance and burning fiercely.

The blazing flames in the sky were reflected in Xin Tong's small pupils, and countless fireworks fell around the two of them.

Jiang Chongyan stood in front of her, standing in the cold yet warm night.

His tall figure stood against the fireworks, his outline out of focus, coated with a colorful dream.

Until the grand fireworks display was about to end, under the vast starry sky, a cold wind blew towards him. Jiang Chongyan turned around, and their eyes met, and their souls met without any obstacles.

"Jiang Wangyue's birthday fireworks."

He seemed to suddenly react to the long eye contact, coughed twice, looked away, and spoke in a low and hoarse voice.

"Just reminding you to watch."

The young man lowered his gaze. After a few seconds, he turned back to look at her.

When did it start?

Xin Tong stood under the moon, her red skirt fluttering in the winter wind, brushing against the hem of his suit pants.

She stared at his eyes blankly, and these words suddenly popped into her mind.

When did she feel that the way people get along with each other is actually a kind of magic?

The gods flapped their wings and shot falling arrows at the human world. All the strategies and ease of the people who were hit disappeared. Looking into those eyes, facing that person, even if life was perfect and bright and there had been a hundred seemingly right and wrong likes, but the hundred and first time he heard his own messy and unexpected heartbeat.

This is living proof.

This is a trace of life and freedom.

…

On the first floor of the banquet hall of Yuhu Villa.

The two-hour competition was over. The host announced loudly from the front, "Champion, Jiang Wangyue, 77!"

The audience applauded loudly. Jiang Cheng held up his camera and took photos. The birthday girl, wearing a diamond crown, smiled happily.

"Runner-up, Wu Qinwen, 65!"

Another little girl came on stage and there was constant cheering from the audience.

"Third place, Xin Tong, 41!"

The little boy sat below and cried heart-wrenchingly. He got 40 pills, and Xin Tong took away his third place.

Xin Tong looked at the little boy with tears and snot all over his face with pride, took the small bag full of pearls from Coke's mouth, took a victorious step, and shook the bulging bag in his hand at him.

The little boy cried out "Wow!" and cried even louder.

Xin Tong was surrounded by children who were not even half her height, and she was the only adult.

There was sparse applause from the audience. She lifted her skirt and made a heroic and proud gesture of farewell. She looked down at Jiang Chongyan, who was sitting there, clapping slowly and smiling at her.