Chapter 124 Wasn't it wonderful just now?
With a "whoosh," like a volcanic eruption, Jiang Luo was almost melted by the molten lava-like heat.
Her face was flushed, as if she had just been in a sauna.
Stand still, adopt the posture of someone doing high school problems, rack your brains, and let your CPU work at full speed.
Unfortunately, even so, they couldn't come up with a decent reason.
He opened his mouth several times, then closed it several times.
I can't speak, I can't utter a single word.
"Sister, you kissed me first..."
"Ahhhhh..."
A sharp cry suddenly rang out, followed by a continuous barrage of sounds.
As if someone had stepped on her tail, Jiang Luo swung her arms, moving them back and forth like a rowing paddle.
Unwilling to hear those hurtful words, the only option was to physically interrupt them.
He Ziyan was taken aback by her "crazy" behavior for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.
The kitten's fluffy fur looks so cute.
The terrifying words stopped, and Jiang Luo stopped too.
Taking a breath, clearing her throat, and feigning composure, she pretended her earlier "outburst" hadn't happened. Relying on her acting skills, she forced an explanation: "I just wanted to...not disturb your rest. You must be...tired too..."
As she spoke, her gaze kept wandering, unsure of where to settle.
It would be better to just kill her than to make her look directly into He Ziyan's eyes now, so she simply stared at the corner of the bed.
The room was as bright as day, and even the folds in the thin blanket were clearly visible.
Following the arched contours upwards, one sees He Ziyan's smiling face, her snow-white skin tinged with pink, like the Tianshan Mountains at dusk, a vast snowscape set against a backdrop of light red clouds.
"Sister, I'm not tired." He leaned against the headboard, gazing at her, his tone flippant.
The topic is heading in a strange direction.
Jiang Luo then realized what a terrible mistake she had made, so she closed her eyes tightly.
"Don't call me sister anymore." She was overwhelmed by shame.
The older sister represents a more mature attitude and more rational choices.
But she let her desires run rampant in the wilderness.
Indulgent and willful.
This is not something an older sister should do.
He Ziyan smiled and said, "Okay, Luo Luo."
Even the name "Luo Luo," which used to sound disrespectful, now sounds much more pleasant.
Jiang Luo's neck felt heavy and tired from being bowed for so long, yet she was bound by "moral constraints" and couldn't lift it. After standing there for a while, Jiang Luo wanted to say goodbye, but before she could even open her mouth, He Ziyan interrupted her, "I'll see you off."
"No..." All the words were silenced the moment He Ziyan threw off the covers and got up.
Normally, He Ziyan wears simple solid-color shirts or sports sweatshirts, looking like a clean and thin seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.
Thin. That's one of the things He Ziyan left in Jiang Luo's memory.
The stark contrast between him and the robust Ji Bei reinforced this impression.
As a result, Jiang Luo subconsciously believed that He Ziyan's body under his loose-fitting clothes must be thin, or even bony.
But that's not the case.
He was the lean type, and because of his excessively fair skin, he looked like a soft marshmallow, but in reality, his skin was firm and elastic, and every inch of his skin exuded a vibrant energy.
The visual shock made Jiang Luo suddenly recall the feel of that touch, her fingertips began to heat up, and her blood felt like it was about to boil.
The V-line descends, and imagination extends into forbidden territory, becoming unstoppable.
The warm touch, the intertwined breaths... that memory I wanted to ignore was coming crashing down on me.
Jiang Luo abruptly turned around and went out through the door.
A voice drifted from the empty doorway: "You...you should put your clothes on first."
On the kitchen table, several glacier-patterned glass cups and saucers were upside down on a tray, with a penguin-shaped water bottle in the center.
Jiang Luo rushed over, grabbed a cup, and filled her water bottle at the speed of being chased by a dog.
Glug glug.
Take a big gulp.
Stay calm, stay calm.
Click.
A faint sound of a door closing echoed at the end of the corridor, followed by He Ziyan's footsteps gradually approaching.
Jiang Luo's breath caught in her throat as she waited, her mind blank, not thinking of anything.
"Luo Luo".
Hearing that familiar voice, Jiang Luo froze. She only needed to turn 5 degrees to face He Ziyan, who was walking towards her.
But she didn't move, staring at the water dispenser, and hurriedly asked, "Do you want some water?"
Someone who didn't know better might think she was talking to the water dispenser.
"OK."
Even while still in the room, He Ziyan's tone revealed a hint of joy, subtle yet noticeable, with a lively upward inflection at the end of each sentence.
His eyes shimmered slightly as he gazed at Jiang Luo, a gentle smile playing on his lips, bright and tender, like the setting sun on a spring evening.
Turning around, Jiang Luo was about to grab a cup when He Ziyan handed it to her first.
I still didn't look at him.
My gaze was fixed on the glass, and I dared not move an inch higher.
He reached out and took it.
The glacier pattern has an uneven feel in the hand, and the slightest movement of the fingertips will touch that person, which is scorching hot.
Jiang Luo quickly turned to the water dispenser, placed the cup on the water outlet, and pressed the warm water button.
The water flowed swiftly, and the small splashing sound stood out starkly against the quiet background.
Once the water is full, press the stop button.
"I'll get it."
With that sound, a hand with distinct knuckles reached out in front of him.
Looking up along her arm, Jiang Luo finally mustered the courage to look at He Ziyan.
He held the cup, his expression calm, revealing nothing about his thoughts.
"Ziyan, we..."
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't say them.
Jiang Luo wanted to say that she didn't want to start things so haphazardly, even though the relationship had long since lost its foundation; she still wanted a sense of ceremony.
A formal confession.
Of course, it doesn't necessarily have to be He Ziyan who gives it to her.
“I know,” He Ziyan said calmly.
His dark pupils gleamed, like ripples gently swaying on the surface of water.
"The assessment period is not over yet," he stated calmly.
There was no sign of unease on He Ziyan's face.
Although his expression was usually so indifferent and calm, like an ice cube, after spending time with him, Jiang Luo had figured out that He Ziyan's lack of expression was just that—lack of expression.
At least, he wouldn't get angry in front of her.
He always accepted her decisions without question, whether they were reasonable or not.
Jiang Luo's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and she was able to explain seriously: "I don't want to continue testing you, but I imagine that being together should be more..." She carefully chose her words, "more ceremonial, more formal, more... beautiful."
The corners of his mouth drooped the moment the last word escaped his lips. He Ziyan's expression turned cold, and he asked seriously, "Luo Luo, wasn't it... beautiful just now?"
"puff."
That's not what I meant at all!
Jiang Luo waved her hand anxiously, "That's not what I meant! What I meant was..."
Seeing that his face was growing darker and the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, Jiang Luo blurted out without thinking, "It was wonderful, it was wonderful just now, you're amazing!"
Startled for a moment, He Ziyan then revealed a satisfied smile.
Jiang Luo: ...Help! What am I saying? Just send a bolt of lightning to kill me!
His face turned bright red with embarrassment, like a ripe apple.
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