After Jiang Yingchi got out of the car, she took the door handle from the car door and said, "I'm just borrowing it for now, I'll return it."
He said only those six words, then opened his umbrella and left.
The rain was still drizzling, neither stopping nor falling heavily.
Looking at his desolate figure, Ning Qiluo felt that such a mature, steady, and powerful man would not waste his time on a girl like her.
But Fu-zai's words kept replaying in my mind so clearly.
She didn't ask her second brother or her family because she was afraid it was true, and she wouldn't be able to face the fact that she had really abandoned Jiang Yingchi.
She pushed open the car door and plunged headfirst into the drizzling rain, eventually blocking Jiang Yingchi's path.
Ning Qiluo did this with only one thought in mind: to confirm it.
That's right, let me confirm.
Jiang Yingchi was about to speak when he asked her, "You..."
Ning Qiluo gripped the collar of his trench coat with both hands. She was wearing the spare slippers from the car and couldn't reach him, so she had to stand on tiptoe, pull his collar down, and kiss his lips.
A brief encounter.
The pattering sound, at this moment, had a pleasant rhythm, slowly pulsating, as if the rainy night was also creating a romantic atmosphere for them.
Jiang Yingchi was holding an umbrella when she was kissed.
My lips are cold.
She was cold too.
When they touch, they get hot.
She seemed to lose her balance, her toes faltering, and was about to slip when he lowered his head to make it easier for her to kiss him.
A few brief seconds passed.
Ning Qiluo released him, parting her lips and hands, and simply stood in front of him, looking up at his aloof face.
The feeling of palpitations is unmistakable.
During those six months, did she develop feelings for him?
“Do you know what you’re doing?” he asked.
His voice was low and hoarse, the words trailing off as the pattering rain washed them away, leaving behind a heart-stirring quality.
“I know,” Ning Qiluo said with a commanding presence, “I’m testing how I feel about you.”
Jiang Yingchi's eyes gradually deepened as he asked her, "Did you find out? How did it feel?"
Ning Qiluo said, "I don't feel anything."
After saying that, she turned and left.
Jiang Yingchi grabbed her hand and pulled her back.
The umbrella slipped from his hand, his arm tightened around her waist, and his other hand cupped the back of her head. He leaned down and kissed her, his kiss filled with aggression and overwhelming force.
Ning Qiluo was being kissed like this for the first time, and her mind went blank.
He tried desperately to breathe, but he took it all away, leaving not a single breath.
She gripped his trench coat with both hands, "Mmm...mmm..."
After a long, long time, her body went limp, and Jiang Yingchi finally let go of her.
The moment they separated, Ning Qiluo saw something fall to the ground, mixing with the rainwater and making it impossible to tell what it was. She knew what it was, her face burning hot, and she wiped her slightly sore lips.
Thinking of Wen, who was almost suffocating just now, and how she nearly couldn't breathe, my heart was pounding.
"Do you have it now?" he asked her.
His eyes were deeper than the rainy night, capable of drawing people in.
Ning Qiluo almost collapsed. Without the umbrella, her hair was a little wet, and there were water droplets on her face. Her heels were weak, and she was unsteady on her feet. She staggered backward and almost fell, but Jiang Yingchi steadied her. She pressed herself against his chest and felt the burning warmth of his chest.
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