Jiang Yingchi took a bottle of water out of the car. Ning Qiluo knew the bottle was for her, so she took it from Jiang Yingchi and twisted it open.
He pulled down his mask to get a drink of water.
"cough!"
A soft cough was heard.
Ning Qiluo looked at Jiang Yingchi.
But his gaze was fixed on the bottle of water in her hand.
Ning Qiluo mistakenly thought, "Did I take the water you wanted to drink?"
Jiang Yingchi turned his gaze away from the bottle of water and looked at her again.
The meaning in his eyes was unreadable to Ning Qiluo until he said, "Be a little more delicate in front of me."
Ning Qiluo finally understood.
So she screwed the cap back on the water bottle she had just unscrewed, handed it back to Jiang Yingchi, then stomped her foot and said in a coquettish voice, "I can't open it~"
Jiang Yingchi smiled and finally accepted the bottle of water with satisfaction, then unscrewed it.
Ning Qiluo reached out her hand to take it.
But Jiang Yingchi didn't give it to her, instead asking, "What should I say?"
"Thanks!"
"Um?"
Thanks!
"Thank you to whom?"
"Thank you, Jiang Yingchi."
"One last time."
He glanced at her slightly, as if he wouldn't give her water if she didn't answer correctly.
Ning Qiluo secretly retorted to him in her heart, but on the surface she still smiled and said, "Thank you, my boyfriend~"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Jiang Yingchi turned his face away, leaned down, and placed a kiss on her luscious lips. As he pulled away, he whispered:
You're welcome, my darling.
That was alright, but his next sentence made Ning Qiluo's cheeks flush.
Jiang Yingchi said, "Yes, this time it's hot pot flavored."
Ning Qiluo slowly raised her hand, trying to cover her burning cheeks.
But Jiang Yingchi had already reached out and grasped her hand—her left hand—and then tilted the bottle of water, which had been unscrewed, and poured it into her hand.
Ning Qiluo didn't understand what he was doing, but she didn't say anything and just watched.
Jiang Yingchi poured water into her hand, and the water flowed down her fingertips, leaving a lot of water on the floor. He washed her hand carefully and gently, with a focused expression.
From the palm to the back of the hand, even between the fingers, nothing was missed.
It was cleaned thoroughly.
Wash the other hand after you've finished washing the first one.
In the end, most of the water bottle was used up.
He took out a gray-black checkered handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the water off her hands, and then pulled her into the car.
The car door closed.
Jiang Yingchi took another bottle of water, unscrewed it, and handed it to her: "Drink this."
Ning Qiluo took the bottle of water, but instead of drinking it, she asked him, "Why did you suddenly make me wash my hands?"
Jiang Yingchi looked at her and said, "Because she's clean and hygienic."
Ning Qiluo understood: "Oh, you have mysophobia."
Jiang Yingchi did not deny it: "Yes."
He took her left hand, his fingertips gently and repeatedly stroking her palm. The warm touch and stroking made Ning Qiluo feel a little itchy: "What are you doing?"
She noticed that Jiang Yingchi's expression was unusually serious and focused at this moment.
But he didn't say anything, so she didn't know why.
Then, Jiang Yingchi slowly raised her hand, and at the same time, he slowly leaned down and placed a kiss on the back of her hand, as light as a feather: "From now on, you should know to keep your distance from the opposite sex."
The moment Ning Qiluo saw him kiss the back of her hand, her heart skipped a beat.
In a daze, she seemed to understand what Jiang Yingchi meant when he said that.
When they came out of the hot pot restaurant, Su Muyu took her hand.
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