Chapter 152 AI Confinement 10
He always liked to speak so close that Song Jinhuan could almost feel his warm breath on her entire face.
She instinctively tilted her head back, unaware that a dark glint had flashed in the man's eyes in an instant.
Suddenly, I felt a tightness on the back of my neck.
Song Jinhuan's eyes widened.
"Why are you hiding?" His thumb rested on the side of her neck, gently stroking it.
Goosebumps rose on the girl's delicate, fair skin, spreading all the way down her back.
The sense of oppression was extremely strong.
Song Jinhuan was overly sensitive to emotions. The other person's pressure was too strong. She tried hard to suppress the fear that kept surging out of her heart and weakly explained, "You...you're too close."
The man tilted his head, looking at her strangely, a hint of doubt in his cold voice, "Don't you like it?"
Before Song Jinhuan could answer, he continued, "You should like it."
Song Jinhuan: ? ? ?
When did she show any sign of liking this close interaction?
What kind of gene program did Dr. Tang implant in Xi Heng?
Perhaps because she was dawdling, Xi Heng stopped letting her tidy up.
Before leaving, he glanced around the room and said, "There's nothing worth staying for."
The dismissive tone was filled with disdain and pleasure.
Song Jinhuan was lifted onto a cool motorcycle. After the man put a helmet on her, he wrapped one arm around her waist from behind and controlled the direction with the other.
With a shout of "Hold on tight!", the engine started vibrating underneath.
The motorcycle shot off like an arrow released from a bow.
The helmet blocked the strong wind.
Even with my sleeves billowing, I could still feel the strong wind.
This was the first time in Song Jinhuan's life that she had experienced such stimulation, and she desperately shrank into the man's arms.
Her hands gripped his arm tightly.
Xi Heng looked down and, through the helmet's visor, caught a glimpse of the girl's hunched shoulders.
Delicate and fragile.
Beneath the helmet, a frown appeared between his stern brows.
Song Jinhuan felt the wind speed on her body slow down, and her shoulders gradually relaxed.
There weren't many cars on this road. At first, you could see a few, but eventually, the entire wide road became the domain of motorcycles.
They passed through a vast, endless green field, their motorcycles speeding recklessly across it.
The speed seems to have increased again.
She couldn't help but lean back a little more.
Xi Heng smiled, the corners of his lips hidden beneath his helmet. Sometimes, being too considerate can make you feel wronged.
Hmm~ More than that, he prefers the feeling of a girl snuggling into his arms and relying on him when she's scared.
The motorcycle traveled for a long time across the green fields.
Finally, it stopped in front of a three-story building enclosed by iron railings.
The house is very big.
It stood there all alone in the green field, with no other buildings around.
The emptiness was unsettling.
She was lifted off the motorcycle with one hand, and the man's long legs swept across the motorcycle and stepped on the ground.
The green grass was bent and twisted by the weight of the weight.
“I can walk by myself,” Song Jinhuan said, adjusting his helmet.
The helmet was heavy, and with my waist and abdomen being lifted up, it was really uncomfortable to move around like that.
Xi Heng raised an eyebrow, released the pressure on his arm, and only let go after making sure she was steady.
Once freed, Song Jinhuan let out two breaths, his breath fogging the visor of his helmet.
Xi Heng couldn't see her face clearly.
So he reached out and took off her helmet.
Her face was pale, her hair was messy, and she looked terribly ugly.
And, so incredibly cute.
The man's long, slender fingers gently stroked the hair on her cheek, his expression one of intense focus.
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