Xu Muyao braced himself against the ground, stood up, glared at Su Wenqian, and emphasized, "Delete it!"
"No! Send it to me, I want it!" Jiang hurriedly got up and stood between the two of them.
Su Wenqian, like a spectator watching a play, stepped aside, a sly glint in his eyes. "Why don't you two discuss it? Once you've figured it out, I'll make a decision."
"What do you need that for?" Xu Muyao looked at her seriously.
“I want to keep this as a memento. It’s evidence, evidence that you kissed me. Of course I’m going to treasure it like a precious gem,” Jiang said, hands on her hips, speaking with great conviction.
After saying that, without waiting for his reply, she immediately turned to Su Wenqian and said, "Brother, send it to me later, and then delete your negatives."
Su Wenqian glanced at Xu Muyao beside him and saw his helpless and frustrated expression. He couldn't help but laugh, and his shoulders trembled.
He gave Jiang an OK sign, then turned and fled the scene as if he had slipped away, leaving them alone.
"Want to play again?" Xu Muyao frowned and looked away, the blush on the tips of his ears like the sunset, lingering for a long time.
Jiang had been silently observing his reaction, never expecting that he, who was already 36 years old, would be so shy because of a light kiss.
Like a young boy experiencing his first love, the more he acted this way, the more Jiang wanted to tease him, as if she had discovered some incredible secret.
She tried her best to hide her joy, pretending to be calm as she moved to his side, carefully took his hand, and held it tightly, never wanting to let go.
Xu Muyao instinctively tried to break free.
"Don't move."
Jiang also frowned and glared at him fiercely, looking like a little kitten with its claws outstretched. She was not intimidating at all, but rather extremely cute.
Then, Xu Muyao was like a tamed wild horse; he was powerless against her.
As soon as she spoke, her hand movements unconsciously stopped.
"Haven't you ever kissed a girl before?" Jiang Yeyan looked at him with a smile. "You blush like this just from kissing me, Brother Xu, are you still... a pure and innocent young boy?"
Xu Muyao's forehead veins throbbed; this kid really knew how to bring up the most sensitive topics.
"If you don't want to play, then go back." He completely ignored her previous topic.
"Okay, carry me back to the locker room. My knee hurts from the fall, and I can't skate anymore." Jiang also stretched out her arms, her eyes brimming with tears, looking at him pitifully.
Xu Muyao sighed in frustration and helplessness, rubbing his forehead. This kid must have graduated from film school! Her eyes are like they have a switch on; tears come on so easily, and she can control them so perfectly! She knew he couldn't refuse, and now she's using this trick with consummate skill!
He opened his arms, bent over, and easily lifted her up in his arms.
Jiang wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and nestled obediently in his arms, listening to his strong heartbeat gradually accelerating. A sly smile appeared on her pink lips.
After a long day of playing, the little one was exhausted. On the way back, she had already drifted off to sleep in the passenger seat.
To help her sleep more peacefully, Xu Muyao unconsciously slowed down the car and tried to drive as smoothly as possible.
Upon arriving at Yujing Bay, Xu Muyao did not rush to wake her. Instead, he turned to the side and stared at her intently.
As he looked at them, his usually calm and aloof eyes gradually softened.
The girl before me was vibrant and full of energy, like a little sun radiating light and warmth. Anyone who came into contact with her would be unconsciously infected by her sweet smile.
The night she confessed her love to him, he couldn't sleep a wink. The most primal impulses and desires deep within him, like carp breaking through ice, were eager to leap out. Whenever he closed his eyes, those lively, deer-like eyes would involuntarily appear in his mind, firm and sincere, brimming with deep affection.
Thinking of this, he involuntarily raised his hand to lightly touch his lips, and the image of her deliberately doing something naughty, and the scene of the two of them falling together on the snow, floated into his mind.
Her lips were so soft, with a faint scent of sweet orange; once you touched them, you couldn't help but want more...
"Brother Wuming..." the sleeping person murmured softly.
Hearing that soft call, Xu Muyao's heart softened, and his arm unconsciously reached out. Before his palm could even touch the other person's cheek, the long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, startling him so much that he hurriedly withdrew his arm and anxiously looked out the car window.
"Huh? We've arrived?" Jiang rubbed her eyes and sat up.
"Okay, go back and get some rest. You've been up all day."
Jiang nodded obediently, "Okay, you should go back and rest early too."
After saying that, he opened the door and got out of the car.
But the sound of the car door closing was delayed.
Jiang suddenly leaned out and looked at the man in the driver's seat, "Xu Muyao, do you like me?"
Just like last time, after asking the question, my heart was pounding like a drum, as if it was about to jump out of my chest.
Inside the dimly lit car, the man in the driver's seat had a dark look in his eyes, and his hand gripping the steering wheel tightened involuntarily, the veins on the rough back of his hand bulging.
"Can you answer me?" Jiang couldn't help but urge him.
A heavy sigh came from inside the carriage, "I don't like it..."
The sound was like it was squeezed out from between his teeth, indifferent and detached.
Before she could finish speaking, her petite figure staggered in the night wind, and her arm, which had been gripping the car door tightly, slowly fell to her side as if all its strength had been drained.
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