What do you really want?
"Weren't you going to kill me?"
Jonah pressed Jiang Songhe's hands down, their fingers interlocked and unable to move. Then, he used the tip of his nose to smooth out the "川" character between Jiang's eyebrows. After succeeding, he drew a big question mark above the helpless expression squeezed out by his facial features.
The tail of the question mark landed on the slightly twitching nostrils, sweeping back and forth to highlight the key point.
These were clearly Jiang Songhe's own words, and Jonathan was just repeating them as a reminder. However, his previously domineering mouth is now like it's glued shut, becoming nothing more than a decoration.
Jiang Songhe's lips were full, with a prominent, soft, plump lip pearl in the center of the upper part. At this moment, it was hovering on a tightrope between her tightly pursed lips, trembling for no apparent reason.
It's a pity to use it to say unpleasant things, but it's even more of a pity to not use it and just stay silent all the time.
If only it could say sweet nothings and smile often.
Laugh... Yes, when Jiang Songhe laughs, a pair of shallow dimples appear on her cheeks.
It's been such a long time since we last met; the last time I caught a glimpse of it, it was just a fleeting moment.
The answer to the question was immediately forgotten. Top stars shouldn't make choices. Jonah wanted to use his own efforts to gain both of them and keep them for himself.
Just like how he escaped from Country A to Manel and made his debut, and through hard work, he obtained everything he had.
Taking advantage of his lingering drunkenness and restlessness, Jonathan moved forward a little closer, tilting his head dizzily to aim at the empty space next to Jiang Songhe's mouth, poking it here and there with the tip of his nose.
Then, pressing down on his suddenly heated palms, he propped his head up to examine the results.
"..." Jiang Songhe's pupils trembled and swayed rapidly, as if he was also testing something.
A moment later, his straight eyelashes twitched violently, then he lowered his gaze, making his handsome face appear somewhat gloomy and angry. His lips bounced on the steel cable, the straight lines curving downwards at both ends.
Is the order wrong?
That must be it. You have to pry open their mouths to hear sweet nothings first. People smile when they say sweet nothings, and that's how they get dimples. That's right.
No pain, no gain; you reap what you sow. Jonathan decided to lead by example. After all, even wood needs to witness a perfect demonstration before it can sprout and blossom.
“You look really beautiful today,” he kissed the corners of your mouth, which were downturned, against the direction of your lips.
It seems to be getting worse.
Jiang Songhe's eyebrows twisted together like two strong caterpillars, and his lips twitched noticeably. His ten fingers, which were being held captive, were about to break free and escape.
"Who are you talking to?" Jiang Songhe's voice was so cold that it sent chills down Jonathan's spine.
That was hasty. Wood is very traditional and probably can't accept being praised as "beautiful." Jonathan quickly pressed down harder on the two hands that were starting to resist, covered the mouth that was about to open, and pulled down the cupid's bow.
Once the full shape was restored, he expanded the area of his patrol and reconnaissance, simulating the principle of surround sound, pecking at his earlobes, licking his earlobes, and whispering in a controlled tone whenever he could find a gap.
“Not ugly at all, very beautiful.” He quickly changed his words, his pace quickening, “I saw you on the stairs, you were smiling, really…”
Sure enough, after the description was changed to something more acceptable, Jiang Songhe's strength weakened, and her expression became less resistant.
But how do you translate "Turn me on" (*desire arises)? This wooden blockhead definitely wouldn't like hearing such lewd talk.
“Really…I really…” Jonathan paused, his mind wandering. Afraid of being discovered, he lowered his head and covered one of Jiang Songhe’s lips, trying to distract her.
After racking his brains for a long time, unable to find a replacement word that was both alluring and respectable, Jonathan suddenly felt anxious. The more anxious he became, the angrier he grew, and the angrier he grew, the more agitated he became. His certain obsession had not been relieved for almost a month.
My palms were sweaty, my throat was dry and itchy, and even my voice was no longer as pleasant to listen to.
Jonathan's breathing became rapid, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and the throbbing sensation emanating from his navel chakra, which had been suppressed all night, was vibrating and amplifying.
He unconsciously brought his legs together, looked up to observe, and swallowed hard after seeing Jiang Songhe's expression.
Jiang Songhe frowned even more, his expression clearly indicating that he would not say sweet words or show his dimples again.
Then, he easily broke free of the suppression, sat up, pushed away, took Jonathan's hand, turned their hands over, and touched Jonathan's abnormally red cheeks with his own skin, and then felt his sweaty forehead.
"What's wrong? Are you cold?" Jiang Songhe's voice wasn't much better; it was also hoarse. "..."
Although Jiang Songhe's gaze shifted quickly, it was still caught by Jonathan.
The idol aura surrounding her seemed to be instantly sucked into the black hole of shame, turning dim and colorless. The mask of effortless charm on Jonah's face suddenly shattered, revealing the vulnerable, childlike demeanor of someone throwing a tantrum when they couldn't get their candy.
"You were the one who said you liked me at the hospital, and you were also the one who pretended to be stupid and avoided me, playing hard to get! One minute you're like a sadist saying you'd kill me, and the next you're as stubborn as a dead fish! Jiang Songhe, you're so hard to deal with!!!"
Jonathan tried to shake off his hands, but instead of doing so, he was blocked by Jiang Songhe's posture and bumped into her chest.
Jiang Songhe, seemingly oblivious to the situation, untied Jonathan's fingers to free them and then grabbed the suit jacket from a short distance away.
"Put your clothes on first." Jiang Songhe covered Jonathan completely, then let go, and even leaned back slightly.
Jonathan laughed in exasperation, freeing his hands to chase after Jiang Songhe. He grabbed Jiang Songhe's shirt collar, his blood rushing to his head as he tried to force a kiss, but Jiang Songhe tilted his head back and dodged. His pride severely wounded, he bit his lip and glared at Jiang Songhe, his face flushed, unable to utter a word for a long time.
"Stop playing around, Jonathan." Jiang Songhe loosened the wrist grip around his neck, her expression complex as she asked, "What do you really want?"
"Playing around? I'm a top-tier celebrity, after all. I abandoned my work and traveled all the way to the Porcelain Country, and you think I'm just playing around?" Jonathan thought speechlessly. "Am I not working hard enough, or is my intention not clear enough?"
Forget it, even a wooden brain is made of wood.
“I want…” Jonathan decided to be more direct and obvious, grabbing Jiang Songhe with his backhand, staring intently at him, and slowly pulling him into his suit.
Jiang Songhe stiffened and immediately raised his forearm to stop Jonah from doing anything further.
Conditioned reflexes don't lie, so is there any need to continue?
Jonah lowered his hands, letting out a low growl of utter frustration, and slammed his head against Jiang Songhe's shoulder, muttering resentfully, "You don't even dare to check your heartbeat, you don't even want to know the answer, so why did you ask?"
"..." Jiang Songhe choked up.
A moment later, a scorching heat seemed to linger in the distance behind him. Jonathan's large hands suddenly clenched, inexplicably stirred by this subtle reaction, regaining some expectation and courage, preparing to make one last effort.
"Why don't you just tell me directly?" Jonathan raised his eyes, which were red and moist at the corners, and cupped Jiang Songhe's face. "What do I have to do to get into your world? My tricks and patience are almost used up, and I'll soon be too tired to like you anymore."
Jiang Songhe's pupils trembled again, and he stared at Jonah in silence for a long time.
"Which kind of preference?" The burning heat behind me finally subsided, the temperature connecting with my heartbeat, clinging to me like a lie detector.
Jonah's thick eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she asked in confusion, "Liking is liking, what kind of 'like'?"
"Is it the kind of liking that 'Rosa is beautiful and cute,' or the kind of liking that 'sent an invitation to Tao Nian's room that night,' or perhaps..." Jiang Songhe reached out and used the pad of her thumb to gently rub the wet eyelashes of Jonathan, "...the kind of liking that 'the one and only Wu Fangsi'?"
Upon hearing the first half of the sentence, Jonathan was still wondering, "Why is he using all my words?" Upon hearing the second half, he was even more puzzled, "What does this have to do with Wu Fangsi?"
Jonah's thick eyelashes fluttered even faster as she racked her brains to recall the source of the analogy, wondering how Jiang Songhe could say such illogical things in such a serious manner.
After a moment's mental processing, Jonathan chuckled. Why is this blockhead still so vengeful?
Is Jiang Songhe perhaps, possibly, jealous?
Those two women were not only his imagined enemies, but also Jiang Songhe's.
No, Jiang Songhe is even more petty; she's even jealous of her own best friend.
So this is what he does when he's jealous.
Jealousy means...you like someone.
Jonah was secretly thrilled, and his playful spirit began to stir again.
“Yair, you forgot to mention.” Jonathan grinned mischievously, lowering his hand to Jiang Songhe’s shoulder and mimicking her movements. “It’s still that ‘Yair’s witty and interesting’ kind of liking?”
Jiang Songhe grunted with a dark expression, then grabbed Jonathan's waist through his suit jacket and threatened him irritably, "Speak properly and don't move around."
“Hmm~~ It’s neither.” Jonathan shrank back like a pangolin, his body temperature rose again, and then he pulled Jiang Songhe’s hand and pressed it to his heart in the right way. “It’s the kind of liking that’s willing to die in your hands.”
Jiang Songhe took a very long breath.
Thump thump thump, thump thump thump, thump thump thump.
Jonathan tentatively leaned closer and kissed Jiang Songhe's lips again, which were curving upwards like pixels. Jiang Songhe did not refuse. He was like a key with a jewel embedded in it, and he brazenly sucked on those soft, plump lips: "Ask me again, hmm?"
When it was Jiang Songhe's turn to fan his eyes in confusion, he grabbed Jonathan by the back of the neck, pulled him away slightly, and asked in a slightly unsteady tone, "What else do you want to ask?"
"Ask me what you really want, you blockhead." Jonathan reached out and followed, his fingertips poised where his dimples should appear.
Jiang Songhe probably thought it was childish and pointless to ask again. She glanced at him, raised an eyebrow, and sighed helplessly. Her breath made Jonathan's eyelashes flutter. She still gently bit her thin lips and asked, word by word, "What do you want?"
“I want…” Jonathan consciously moved a little distance away to make sure Jiang Songhe wouldn’t miss any micro-expressions on his face. Only when their eyes met firmly did he reveal the answer with a smile.
"you."
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