After straightening her chest, Ning Qiluo noticed that Jiang Yingchi's gaze was fixed on her spot. She was already inhaling, so she couldn't help but inhale again and stand up very straight.
Finally, he tentatively asked, "How was it? Not bad, right?"
Jiang Yingchi looked away, a smile playing on her lips: "Mm."
His cooperative answer made Ning Qiluo a little embarrassed.
She immediately let out a deep breath and said, "Even if I have a good figure, you can't stare at me like that. Men and women can't shake hands for more than three seconds, let alone you staring at me with your eyes fixed on one spot."
She even started to reason with me.
"You invited me to watch it, and besides..."
The words he left unsaid piqued Ning Qiluo's curiosity, prompting her to press him for more information: "And what else?"
Jiang Yingchi remained silent, his gaze gentle. Besides... there was nothing to see, because he had already seen and touched everything he needed to see.
He held out his hand to her: "Come here."
Even her voice was so gentle.
Ning Qiluo suspected he had taken the wrong medicine; why had he suddenly become so gentle?
However, she really appreciated it and genuinely liked that Jiang Yingchi was more approachable.
So, almost as if possessed, I reached out and placed my palm in his.
After descending the last two steps, Jiang Yingchi released her hand, draped the coat he had been holding over Ning Qiluo's shoulders over her body, and then pulled it closer.
Ning Qiluo was still wearing an evening gown. The temperature was fine tonight, and she didn't feel cold at all, whether inside or outside the studio.
"Whose clothes are these?" she asked.
Since Jiang Yingchi was wearing a coat, the coat draped over her might not be his.
Jiang Yingchi said, "Guess."
"The driver's?"
Jiang Yingchi glanced at her.
"Bodyguards?"
Jiang Yingchi's gaze deepened this time.
To be honest, Ning Qiluo couldn't handle his gaze. She always felt that his eyes were making suggestive remarks, which were ambiguous and flirtatious. She had only ever seen such a gaze in idol dramas.
Even I can't act it out.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" She tried to keep making noise to avoid an awkward atmosphere.
Jiang Yingchi's gaze finally lingered on her shoulder; she was petite and delicate, and clinging to his clothes looked like a child wearing an adult's clothes. After looking away, he said:
"Either you stay cold, or... you can only wear my clothes, understand?"
"Jiang Yingchi, you're being way too domineering!" Ning Qiluo almost agreed with him.
Jiang Yingchi glanced at her, his eyes seeming to say: You have a problem with that?
Ning Qiluo understood his look and immediately retorted, "I do have a problem with it."
Jiang Yingchi's eyes darkened, revealing a dangerous glint.
Ning Qiluo was not afraid of that look and said with great spirit, "I am not afraid of you, don't try to intimidate me."
Say the toughest words, but make the most cowardly expression.
As Jiang Yingchi raised his hand, she immediately took a few steps back, as if afraid he would strike. Jiang Yingchi, seeing her reaction, was naturally displeased: "Give me your hand."
"What are you doing?"
"Hold my hand."
"don't want."
Jiang Yingchi glanced at her and repeated, "Give it to me."
Ning Qiluo hesitated for a moment before saying, "Why should I let you hold my hand?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Jiang Yingchi took her hand and held it, their fingers quickly intertwining. Feeling the dryness of his palm, Ning Qiluo's heart pounded erratically.
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