The sense of oppression brought by looking down made the air in this small space sticky and scorching.
"You don't want me to know my background. Why?" Yu Qizhe's voice was deliberately suppressed, low and a little hoarse.
Yu Qizhe stared at Yu Jiao's tranquil little face, tightly gripping the wooden armrest, trying hard to suppress the depression surging in his heart.
Yu Jiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she half raised her eyes to meet Yu Qizhe's eyes.
His eyes are very beautiful, not only because of the slightly raised swallowtail-like peach blossom shape of the lower eyelid, but also because of the clear and deep black pupils. Although there is always a bit of coldness and alienation in his eyes, when he looks at people seriously, he gives people the illusion of deep affection for no reason.
Yu Jiao suddenly felt a little bored. She pursed her lips and said, "I just think it's an insignificant matter. I heard that you have become Mr. Shen's teacher. Congratulations."
When she raised her head to speak, her long, white neck was slightly raised, so slender and fragile. Yu Qizhe suppressed the brutality in his heart, raised his head, stroked the back of Yu Jiao's neck, and leaned down.
Yu Jiao didn't even have time to react before she was covered by the pressing shadow. She felt a warm touch on her lips. The kiss was particularly fierce. The hand stroking her neck forced Yu Jiao to lift her little face. The seductive and warm breath sprayed on Yu Jiao's cheeks.
Both lips and teeth were invaded without any rules. The unique breath of Yu Qizhe was like the snow in winter, which was cold and then burned to the bone. This kiss was not gentle at all, and it was even a bit reckless, fierce and forced to the extreme.
Yu Jiao struggled to dodge, but her delicate wrist was grabbed. The hot palm felt burning, and the taste of rust filled her lips and teeth. Yu Jiao inexplicably tasted the suppressed anger boiling in the heart of the man who kissed her.
The fierce and fierce kiss lasted for a long time before it ended. Yu Qizhe lowered his eyes and looked at Yu Jiao, suppressing his panting breath. He lowered his head slightly, and his hot breath came closer to her. "Not happy. Why?"
Yu Jiao's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, the corners of her eyes were red and moist, and the corners of her lips were red and bitten.
Yu Qizhe held her hand, moved closer, brushed Yu Jiao's ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you don't tell me, I'll kiss you."
Yu Jiao had never thought that Yu Qizhe actually had a scumbag side. This vicious threatening tone was a bit mean.
Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were tinged with moisture, yet they twinkled slightly, as if they were pressing down on the starlight of a clear river. Her lips were slightly pursed with a hint of grievance. Amid her restless heartbeat, Yu Jiao heard herself say hypocritically, "You took Yang Jiyan's invitation and became a disciple of Shen Daxueshi, and you still come to ask me why I'm unhappy."
Yu Jiao lost her usual calmness and composure, like a child who had been wronged. She was so willful that she said, "You didn't tell me your own affairs, so why should I tell you mine?"
Yu Qizhe was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and smiled slightly, then reached out to wipe away the moisture from the corners of Yu Jiao's eyes. He felt distressed but also happy. He felt distressed that Yu Jiao looked so aggrieved that she cried, and he was happy that she was upset because she was quarreling with him.
"How did you know about Scholar Shen?" Yu Qizhe gently stroked Yu Jiao's rosy little face with his fingertips, and said in a gentle and warm voice.
Yu Jiao avoided his hand, "Since you have changed your mind, don't mess with me anymore." Her slightly red eyes were filled with a hint of determination, "I can't tolerate any sand in my feelings. I can only be with you for the rest of my life."
Although Yu Jiao believes that she and Yu Qizhe are still in a relationship, if Yu Qizhe is fickle, then this relationship is over. Even though Yu Qizhe was born in a different era from her and received a different education, she will never tolerate any emotional infidelity.
The smile on Yu Qizhe's lips deepened, and his eyes looked deeply at Yu Jiao, with extraordinary tenderness and affection, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.
Although he was very happy because Yu Jiao was jealous, he couldn't bear to see her continue to suffer because of this matter.
He kissed Yu Jiao's cheek gently, and his dry fingers passed through Yu Jiao's fingers. With their fingers interlaced, Yu Qizhe said softly, "I didn't take Yang Jiyan's post, and I have no contact with her. I have never asked Shen Daxueshi to be my teacher. It was only by chance that I met Miss Shen, and with her introduction, I was able to go to Shen's house to ask Shen Daxueshi for advice on my writing."
Although Yu Jiao had previously guessed that it was probably a misunderstanding, she couldn't help but feel relieved after hearing Yu Qizhe's explanation, and the depression that had been accumulating in her chest dissipated a lot.
Still unable to resist, he said, "Just now the concierge of your courtyard clearly said that a girl named Yang came to visit you not long ago."
Yu Qizhe raised his other hand and touched the tip of her nose. He just thought that she looked so cute at the moment. When he thought that Yu Jiao was so happy and angry because she was jealous of him, his whole chest felt numb and soft.
He even secretly had a dark thought in his heart. He hoped that Yu Jiao would care about him, so much so that he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at night.
What's more, she even greedily expected that all her joys, sorrows, anger and happiness were caused by him.
"I didn't let her in. If you don't believe me, you can ask Liuzi Songnian and the others." Yu Qizhe said seriously, "She will never appear in front of me again in the future."
"Really?" Yang Jiyan was obsessed with marrying Yu Qizhe. Yu Jiao was a little surprised why he was so sure that Yang Jiyan would not bother him again.
Yu Qizhe nodded, a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes, and he lowered his eyes not wanting Yu Jiao to see.
The danger he brought to Yu Jiao was enough once, and he would never allow it to happen again.
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