The main thing was that the man who got off the bus was dressed very differently from Jiang Yingchi, whom she had met before.
Both his physique and his attire are both handsome and cool.
She doesn't look twenty-eight; she looks eighteen.
Ning Qiluo took out her phone, squatted down, and wanted to secretly take a picture of him. Before she could press the shutter, the handsome and cool man had already walked up to her and looked down at her.
Ning Qiluo: "..."
That's awkward.
It was Jiang Yingchi.
"Are you taking pictures of me without my permission?"
Jiang Yingchi's voice came from above. He seemed to be in a good mood, so his voice didn't sound as cold and aloof as before.
Ning Qiluo slowly stood up.
Pretending not to have been caught: "I'm taking a selfie, do you believe me?"
Looking into his deep eyes, so deep that he could see right through her thoughts, she realized what he was thinking.
"I believe whatever you say."
Jiang Yingchi took her hand, held it, and clasped it tightly.
It felt so natural, as if he often held her hand like this.
Ning Qiluo noticed that his hands had distinct and long knuckles, which were truly beautiful.
We got into the car.
Ning Qiluo wanted to tease him, so she asked, "I'm waiting for you under the most beautiful cloud. Can you see that cloud?"
"I didn't see any clouds," he said.
"So what did you see?"
"I saw the most beautiful you."
Ning Qiluo blushed and changed the subject: "Jiang Yingchi, didn't you come to bring me an umbrella? Where's the umbrella you brought me?"
He had already rolled up the car window.
She glanced sideways, a warm smile playing on her lips: "Isn't giving it to me enough?"
Ning Qiluo: "..."
Mr. Jiang, you're too sassy!
She noticed that Jiang Yingchi was not at all old-fashioned today; he seemed more like a young person.
At this moment, Jiang Yingchi leaned closer to Ning Qiluo, and Ning Qiluo immediately reached out to pull the seatbelt: "Are you going to help me fasten my seatbelt? I can do it myself."
Jiang Yingchi: "..."
She beat Jiang Yingchi to it and pulled down her seatbelt.
Jiang Yingchi stopped her halfway through, his voice low, almost close to her ear: "I'll do it."
Ning Qiluo didn't let go: "I'll do it myself."
"A-Luo..." Jiang Yingchi's lips brushed close to her ear, seemingly unintentionally touching her earlobe.
The sudden touch made Ning Qiluo instinctively shrink back.
It was still slightly warm.
Her ears quickly turned red, and her face felt a little hot; these were all natural reactions from her body.
She stole a glance at Jiang Yingchi, who was standing right in front of her, and stammered, "Jiang Yingchi, um, I... I feel a little hot."
"Where is it hot?" he asked her.
His voice was low and still warm, as if it could melt her at any moment.
Ning Qiluo slowly raised her small hand and pushed it towards him, very slowly: "You're too close to me, and I get hot."
The words were spoken.
Jiang Yingchi didn't get that close anymore; she kept a bit of distance.
Ning Qiluo let out a breath.
Honestly, a man as handsome, charming, and seductive as Jiang Yingchi is like a deadly poison. You could be poisoned just by smelling him, let alone drinking him.
"Aro".
I'm adjusting my mindset right now.
Jiang Yingchi suddenly called her name.
Ning Qiluo subconsciously turned her head, and he kissed her.
However, when his lips were only a centimeter away from hers, he suddenly restrained himself.
Ning Qiluo remained motionless.
Instead of pushing him away, she asked him softly, "Jiang Yingchi, do you really want to kiss me, but are you afraid of making me angry, so you're struggling and restraining yourself?"
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