Chapter 63 Getting Started

Jiang Xia suddenly regained consciousness, placed his hands on President Zhan's chest, straightened up slightly, and met Zhan Lintian's eyes.

There was a deep smile in the other person's eyes, not a teasing smile, but an expectation.

A deep male voice came from beside her ear: "Jiang Xia, you don't resist me, can I help you?"

Jiang Xia's lips trembled, perhaps because the drinks he had consumed that night were too intoxicating, or perhaps because he didn't dislike Zhan Lintian as a friend. His body remained stiff in place.

The next moment, the world spun around him, and Jiang Xia was lying back on the sofa, his legs pressed tightly together. He felt somewhat embarrassed in front of Zhan Lintian…

But when Zhan Lintian rubbed his legs together, he shamefully had a physical reaction.

Jiang Xia stammered, "I probably drank too much tonight. I can't hold my liquor..."

He tried to find a reason.

But in the end, all the reasons sounded very inappropriate.

Jiang Xia helplessly covered his eyes and then covered his face with a pillow.

Zhan Lintian removed the pillow and looked at Jiang Xia's slightly disheveled hair. There was a little sweat on the tip of his nose, and his eyes were filled with panic and helplessness. His lips were slightly open, as if he wanted to speak but did not know what to say.

The way they acted with ease and confidence when they first met in the Yangtze River Gorge and the port, and when they reunited in the Fog Kingdom, was completely different from how they had done things.

Wu Ming drew a circle for him, and Jiang Xia drew an even smaller circle inside that circle.

He stayed in the industry, wanting to become a good man and a good husband in the eyes of the world, convinced that only in this way could he live a stable life...

The ideal love for Jiang Xia would likely be to find a good job, and then, when he reaches a certain age, through the introduction of his elders, find a partner and have children. He would take care of everything at home and outside, as long as his family is happy.

Zhan Lintian gritted his teeth, having observed that Wu Ming would deliberately make overly intimate physical gestures whenever he was with Jiang Xia.

That guy might be guiding Jiangxia, but he only enjoys Jiangxia's admiration and has no intention of reciprocating.

He neither confessed his feelings nor made any promises.

Zhan Lintian remained silent, gazing at Jiang Xia before him. Jiang Xia seemed to want to say something but hesitated, even hoping that Zhan Lintian would speak.

Jiang Xia's physical reactions didn't subside as she regained consciousness; she accidentally bumped into the other person: "I'm sorry..."

His voice trembled, and he finally covered his face with his hands: "I don't know why this happened... It must be the alcohol. I won't drink anymore."

Zhan Lintian said softly again, "Jiang Xia, let me help you..."

His words sounded less like a question and more like a plea, a plea for his master to give him a bite to satisfy his craving.

Zhan Lintian rolled off the bed, quickly turned off the light, and, using the faint light coming in from the window, hurried to Jiang Xia's side.

In the darkness, Jiang Xia was held on his lap as the two sat on the sofa.

Zhan Lintian gasped for breath and whispered, "Jiang Xia, I'm not just playing around with you, I really like you. What should I do? I've been having these dreams for the past few days, dreams about us living together, sometimes dreaming about cooking together on weekends, sometimes dreaming about watching the stars together, and most of the time I dream about waking up every morning and seeing your face..."

As Jiang Xia listened to him envision their future together, she felt her ears and heart burning.

"Stop talking."

Zhan Lintian whispered, "You're not going to say anything, you're not letting me cook with you, you can't watch the stars with me, or... you don't want to sleep with me?"

"But if you're with me, these things will be part of our daily routine."

"Actually, Wenwen missed you a lot tonight, but I missed you even more. Jiangxia, we're both adults now. You can make your own decisions and say you do..."

The man's fingers gently caressed the skin.

This is a mature body, every part is just right.

Zhan Lintian felt Jiang Xia trembling intermittently, suppressing the urge to carry him to bed, only kissing his neck repeatedly to ease the urge to love him...

Jiangxia rarely did such things because he felt somewhat ashamed.

Sometimes Wu Ming would say that he had become stupid from reading too much, saying that many books were ashamed to talk about or even criticize ideas related to "sex".

But now it's another man helping him.

The other person has large palms, distinct knuckles, and some calluses, probably from playing golf or tennis frequently.

Yinghua mentioned this...

Zhan Lintian leaned close to Jiang Xia, listening to the suppressed sounds in his throat, and he really wanted to stop Jiang Xia from sobbing.

Jiang Xia is able to get a lot of simultaneous interpreting jobs not only because of his excellent professional skills and good looks, but also because of his very pleasant voice. You can almost tell what he looks like just by his voice.

Standard, clear, elegant, and with a touch of nobility.

At this moment, there are sounds of breathing, swallowing saliva, and occasional soft humming.

Zhan Lintian reached his hand into the fabric, and Jiang Xia suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted, "Zhan Lintian, ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, the other person forcefully turned his chin and kissed him deeply from the side.

Jiang Xia's body trembled even more violently, and finally she broke down in tears.

Zhan Lintian finally let go of him.

The water droplets broke between their lips and tongues, and Zhan Lintian moved closer again, Jiang Xia going from drunkenness to a dazed state...

When he regained consciousness, it was already 7:30 the next morning. He woke up with a start, a muscular arm draped over his waist.

Zhan Lintian had strong forearms. Jiang Xia looked at the man's appearance, his gaze moving from his high nose to his thin lips.

Suddenly, Zhan Lintian half-closed his eyes and chuckled, saying, "Jiang Xia, do you enjoy watching me quietly in the morning? How about we start dating, and I'll let you watch me every morning from now on?"

Zhan Lintian asked, "Can I take responsibility for you?"

He cut to the chase: Wu Ming was still abroad, and before leaving, he said he would come home on New Year's Eve.

It's hard to guarantee that Jiang Xia won't soften her heart when faced with her childhood sweetheart's change of heart.

Jiang Xia whispered, "I need to use the restroom."

Zhan Lintian looked at him for a while before letting go.

After entering the restroom, Jiang Xia squatted down against the door.

He still remembered what happened last night, and shamefully, he could recall the physical pleasure he experienced.

This body, parched for many years, was nourished for the first time, albeit only in a marginal way.

It wasn't Wu Ming's ambiguous hugs, nor were they seemingly warm but false promises; it was an embrace based on love.

Jiang Xia dared not think about how much pleasure he would experience if they were to do such a thing after they had truly established a relationship, despite the shame.

Jiang Xia got up and looked at her slightly flushed face in the mirror. She couldn't deny that her body was maturing day by day.

But... Jiang Xia pursed her lips, touched her phone to check Zhan Zong's messages again, and realized she hadn't brought her phone.

But he has a good memory and remembers Zhan Lintian's capital... and Wu Zhou's.

The reason Wu Ming didn't introduce himself to his circle was because he and that group of people didn't fit in; their lives, always parallel, could never intersect.

Even if they accidentally touch each other, they will eventually get back on the right track.

"Jiang Xia, don't be fooled by how carefree my friends seem, how many relationships they can have while studying abroad. In the end, none of them will work out, and they'll all get married according to their families' arrangements."

Back then, I would directly ask, "Why?"

Wu Ming cruelly shattered Jiang Xia's hopes for him with an almost naive tone: "Because... well, you know, they don't lack partners anyway, they can just beckon and a bunch of people will come up."

At that time, Jiang Xia could only give an awkward smile.

Because they are not a good match, because they are not economically independent, and because they have the capital to make mistakes.

But I didn't have it.

Aren't Zhan Lintian and Wu Zhou people from Wu Ming's inner circle?

Even though his colleagues said that the final result wasn't good, as long as the process was enjoyable, it was fine, he still couldn't accept it...

Since they will marry someone else sooner or later, why have a shameful past?

Jiang Xia even wanted to thank Zhan Lintian and Wu Zhou for their care during this time, so now that he was sober, he should treat his benefactors more rationally.

Perhaps it's just hormones taking over, or perhaps it's just feeling sorry for myself.

Jiang Xia washed her face, looked in the mirror, and pursed her lips. If she had gotten out of this slump, they would have seen through her.

Jiang Xia straightened up comfortably, smiled at herself in the mirror, and thought, "That's it!"

After washing up, he came out and smelled the aroma, so he followed the scent to the kitchen.

Mr. Zhan was cooking, tossing the food with great enthusiasm, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

Finally, Jiang Xia sat down at the dining table and ate two dishes and a soup for the first time so early in the morning.

Zhan Lintian looked at him, and after finishing the meal, he said in a low voice, "Jiang Xia, if you agree, I'll order flowers. I want to give you a formal confession."

Jiang Xia coughed and hurriedly stood up: "I'm going to be late, I'll go to work first."

Watching his retreating figure, Zhan Lintian said helplessly, "I'll tidy up the house first before I go out. What's the password?"

Jiang Xia waved his hand without turning his head: "Just close the door when you come out."

Zhan Lintian closed the door, took out his phone, and angrily dialed Wu Zhou's number.

Wu Zhou got up early to work, frowning, "What is it?"

Zhan Lintian accused him: "What kind of bad ideas has your brother instilled in Jiang Xia?!"

"What are you angry about?" Wu Zhou asked, puzzled. Why was he acting crazy so early in the morning?

Zhan Lintian took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. Given Jiang Xia's personality, she should have taken responsibility for him after what happened last night. Then, he could take the opportunity to lie to her and say that she was scared, and that they could try talking for a while first, and then he could take her back to live together.

And then I found a partner!

Want to give it a try?

It's impossible for us to break up.

As a result, Jiang Xia seemed to be held back by other ideas before making a decision?

Something's wrong. What could be wrong with me?

He considered himself to be neither ugly nor short enough, to have a good personality, and to be quite wealthy.

Zhan Lintian returned to the dining table, tasted the dishes, and thought they were quite good.

A note from the author:

Zhan Lintian: It's because I'm too rich!!!

Mr. Zhan is like a wolfhound that has just sucked on a bone. He's been enjoying the aroma of his wife's food so much that he's almost dizzy from the smell. He's so eager to have sex with her, but his wife won't let him continue. He's just running around in circles in frustration.

He really wanted to fly to the Fog Kingdom and chop Wu Ming into mincemeat. Not to mention President Zhan, Wu Zhou thought the same thing after he found out.