"Does this make me hungry?" He noticed her staring at him.
The way she looked at him was intense, filled with an indescribable adoration.
"I can't stand you looking at me like that." It was that same cool, aloof voice.
But he was adept at using that aloof, ethereal demeanor to say things that made her blush.
She bit her chopsticks: "Will you really not be able to handle it?"
Jiang Yingchi glanced at him, a glance that seemed to say: Figure it out yourself.
With her own plans already in mind, Ning Qiluo lowered her head and quickly ate her rice. After finishing, she put down her chopsticks and stood up, saying, "I'm very busy tomorrow, I'm going to rest."
He left those words behind and went upstairs to his bedroom.
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Jiang Yingchi couldn't help but chuckle as he watched her hurried figure.
He came here to have dinner with her, but she ate quickly and left as soon as she finished, leaving him to eat alone without keeping him company.
He couldn't taste the food, so he ate a few bites and then stopped.
I went upstairs to talk to her.
But the door was locked.
Knock knock knock-
He knocked on the door.
Ning Qiluo's voice came from inside the room: "Wait a moment before you come in."
Jiang Yingchi stood outside the door for a while.
About ten minutes later, the bedroom door opened, and Ning Qiluo was wearing a large coral fleece bathrobe that wrapped her up tightly, making her look like a bloated rice dumpling.
Jiang Yingchi frowned as he looked at the thick bathrobe she was wrapped in: "Aren't you hot?"
Ning Qiluo nodded: "A little bit."
His displeasure was written all over his face, and he was even a little angry. He reached out to take off her thick nightgown, but Ning Qiluo wrapped herself up tightly and took a step back: "It's cold, I'm just preventing myself from catching a cold."
Jiang Yingchi: "..."
Do you need to wrap yourself up like a dumpling to prevent catching a cold?
She's clearly trying to protect herself from him!
What can be prevented?
Or did she always only see him as a toy for amusement?
Unbeknownst to the young woman, the man had already begun to have wild thoughts and harbored deep resentment.
Jiang Yingchi was angry, and as she got angrier, she laughed at herself, but her tone remained cold: "There's no need for that."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Jiang Yingchi then saw a leg clad in white stockings peeking out from under the thick coral fleece robe…
In an instant, Jiang Yingchi's breath hitched, and his gaze fixed upwards, like a nail driven into her face.
The little girl, however, wore an innocent and bewildered expression, as if she didn't know what she had done.
For the first time, Jiang Yingchi doubted his own visual judgment, thinking he might have misjudged. His eyes darkened and his throat tightened when the innocent-looking girl once again revealed her leg clad in white stockings.
He wasn't wearing a tie, but he subconsciously reached out and tugged at his collar.
Ning Qiluo's smile was incredibly charming.
He beckoned to him, "Come in, Uncle Jiang, let's have a private chat."
Jiang Yingchi was like a man possessed, obeying her every command. After entering, he casually closed and locked the door. No longer under her control, he took a few steps forward and pushed her down onto the soft bed.
Due to the inertia of falling, Ning Qiluo exclaimed in surprise.
Immediately afterwards, that hot body pressed down on him tightly.
His hands, as if unwrapping the most precious gift in the world, carefully and slowly pulled aside the thick coral fleece nightgown she was wearing. Upon seeing it, Jiang Yingchi's eyes seemed to be on fire.
"Intentional?"
His voice was hoarse, but it still had a unique magnetism.
The snow-white stockings are simply irresistible...
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