Jiang Yingchi slowly squatted down.
His dry fingertips wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks. Her eyes were red like a little rabbit's, and his heart felt like it was being pierced by countless needles. He regretted treating her that way.
The little girl holds a grudge.
She nudged him gently, but not with much force. "You've already left, why did you come back? Aren't you decisive and straightforward? This indecisiveness isn't your style."
"Are you still angry?"
"Yes, I'm angry, I don't want to talk to you," she said resentfully.
Jiang Yingchi smiled and apologized to her, "I was wrong."
"Don't use that trick I just used, and don't apologize," she said angrily.
Jiang Yingchi's smile lingered at the corners of his eyes, slowly spreading outwards. Ning Qiluo had no idea what he was laughing at; she only heard him coaxing her like a child, tugging at her sleeve: "Calm down."
With just this small gesture and a few words, Ning Qiluo somehow managed to stay calm and not get angry.
He picked her up, carried her back to the master bedroom, and placed her on the bed.
Throughout the entire process, Ning Qiluo was very well-behaved and did not struggle at all. She leaned obediently in his arms, her pink little hand tightly gripping his collar.
Ning Qiluo felt the warmth on her forehead.
He kissed her forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips, and finally kissed her hair.
His hoarse voice was filled with helplessness as he accused her, "Ning Qiluo, all you do is torture me."
How did she torment him?
Ning Qiluo replied to herself.
But her mouth was tightly closed, and when she looked at him, she looked aggrieved, pitiful, and stubborn.
He lost the moment she shed tears.
"You're talking nonsense." She denied it; she hadn't said anything.
After saying that, afraid that he would scold her, she buried her face in his chest and snuggled up to him like a kitten. Jiang Yingchi pressed down her moving body: "Don't move, something bad will happen."
"What could happen?"
She didn't understand, and wasn't thinking about it that way at the moment; her little face was just so adorable.
His voice came from beside me, saying three words, full of threat: "Why don't you give it a try?"
Ning Qiluo realized it after a while, and then she understood.
At this moment, she was afraid and truly stopped moving.
However, she really liked his scent.
She just really wanted to be close to him, to be close to him, and felt very safe with him. But after what had just happened, she was finally certain that she and Jiang Yingchi must have talked during her amnesia, otherwise she wouldn't always want to be close to him.
Subconsciously, she was still aware of his presence, which is why she wasn't as distant from him as before.
"Didn't you just leave? Why are you back? Are you reluctant to leave me?"
"Yes, I'm reluctant to part with it."
He admitted it, and he admitted it readily and decisively.
Ning Qiluo's face lit up with joy. She clutched his shirt with her little hands, gathering the slight wrinkles, and tilted her fluffy head up to ask him, "Are you lying to me?"
"What am I lying to you about? Am I lying to you as a person, or am I lying to your heart?"
Ning Qiluo did not answer.
Jiang Yingchi lowered his head, forehead to forehead with hers: "You just said I would grow old alone, right? A Luo, let me tell you, in this life, either you marry me, or I marry you. Or, we'll both grow old alone."
Hearing his words, Ning Qiluo's heart trembled.
Instinctively, she shrank back a little, but Jiang Yingchi didn't give her another chance to back down, grabbing her waist and pulling her in front of him.
“If you don’t stay with me for the rest of your life, do you think I’ll let you go and love someone else?” he said.
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