The man's voice and breathing so close to her ear made Rong Qingqing's heart tremble.
Fortunately, Xie Jingrun quickly turned and walked away without saying anything more that would make one's heart race.
Rong Qingqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After calming her racing heart, she turned around and saw that he had sat down on the soft couch again and had no intention of going back. She frowned in distress.
"You..." She had just started to speak when he interrupted her, saying only "you," "Make me a cup of tea."
After saying that, seeing that she was still standing there, he said, "Rong Qingqing, is this your way of treating guests?"
Rong Qingqing's lips twitched slightly, and she raised an eyebrow to remind him, "Guests always enter through the main entrance, not by climbing in through the window." This guy always climbs into her room through the window, and he still has the nerve to call himself a guest. What kind of guest is like him?
Xie Jingrun paused, realizing he was somewhat in the wrong, and coughed lightly, "As a return favor, you should make me a cup of tea."
Rong Qingqing frowned, "What did you do to help me?"
"How did you dry your hair?" Xie Jingrun raised an eyebrow.
Rong Qingqing glanced at her long hair hanging down her chest, and finally stepped forward to make tea for him.
A moment later, she finished brewing the tea and handed it directly to him. He glanced at the tea in the cup and immediately frowned. "Why is it osmanthus tea?"
Rong Qingqing said irritably, "Why are you drinking tea so late at night? Don't you want to sleep?"
Upon hearing this, Xie Jingrun paused for a moment, looked down at the osmanthus petals floating in the cup, and a sudden smile appeared on his lips.
Although the girl was reluctant to make him tea, she was worried that he wouldn't be able to sleep if he drank tea late at night, so she changed it to osmanthus tea.
This realization seemed to dispel the chill around him, and he even felt a bit warmer.
Xie Jingrun picked up his cup and took a sip.
The flower tea that I used to find unpalatable suddenly became mellow and delicious.
He glanced at Rong Qingqing discreetly. This girl, on the surface, rejected him, but in her heart, she actually cared about him.
Rong Qingqing noticed his change and looked at him with some surprise.
Seeing him lower his head and slowly sip his tea, I suddenly felt a little strange.
Is osmanthus tea really that good?
Why does he have such an enjoyable expression?
She was suspicious, but when she saw the book he had placed on his lap, a hint of annoyance flashed across her face.
Those were storybooks that Yanran brought. Thinking that she always read some indecent books, he glanced nervously at Xie Jingrun.
He probably didn't see anything, right?
She thought uncertainly, then suddenly reached out to put the storybook away.
But as soon as she reached out her hand, Xie Jingrun realized her intention and turned his body to the side.
His intention was probably not to prevent her from taking the book, but he suddenly turned his body to the side, and her hand, instead of getting the book, landed on a place it shouldn't have touched.
Before she could react, she heard a muffled groan escape from the man's throat.
She was startled, and when she realized where her hand had touched, her face quickly turned a deep purplish-red. She hurriedly tried to pull her hand back, but in her haste and nervousness, her knee hit the edge of the soft couch, and then she stumbled and fell into his arms.
With the sound of a teacup falling to the ground, whether Xie Jingrun did it intentionally or unintentionally, she easily pushed him down onto the soft couch.
When Rong Qingqing saw the man's jet-black eyes staring intently at her, her heart pounded wildly, but she still retained a sliver of reason.
She felt utterly ashamed of the stupid thing she had just done.
Although she didn't do it on purpose, she definitely touched him...
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