Chapter 79 Chapter 79 Love Begins
"Why are you here?"
Jiang Chongyan held the shopping bag in front of him, with several cardboard boxes swaying inside.
"Sprite was clamoring for yogurt in the middle of the night."
In December, the winter wind howled in Wucheng, branches withered, and a faint white mist enveloped the air. He spoke of such a difficult fate with ease, without much complaint or anger. It came out, it came out; it was bought, it was bought; it was done.
Wucheng is obviously very big.
"Why."
Xin Tong suddenly discovered something and murmured.
Why did she feel that every time she was depressed, difficult, lonely and vulnerable, she would meet Jiang Chongyan in the next second?
He just raised his chin slightly and looked at her. The warm light from the street lamp above his head fell on his golden hair, making it almost transparent, casting a circle of pure white light, like an angel standing on the spire of a church in a Western story.
But the next second, the cold wind blew through his hair that was scattered on the side of his face, revealing a thin, narrow and sharp face.
The fantasy of the mythical holiness was instantly shattered - nonchalant, expressionless, with sharp eyebrows that rose along the brow bone and fell neatly, those eyes were clean but sharp and stubborn, he straightened up, tilted his head slightly, and looked at her.
The background was filled with night, and the colors were dark and bleak, blending into a mass behind him.
There he stood. Not some fragile, ethereal angel.
It is the only wind and fire in the cold winter world.
Why.
Xin Tong vaguely realized this discovery that flashed through her mind.
This discovery didn't seem premature. The second floor of a San Francisco villa, the plaza at sunset in Wucheng, the raging snowstorm-ravaged mountains of Hokkaido, the tranquil gardens of Yuhu Villa.
This was the truth; her emotions were aware, but her mind was slow to react. Only at this moment did she vaguely sense the blood already gurgling from the dark veins of her heart.
Why, every time she was depressed, difficult, lonely and vulnerable, Jiang Chongyan was by her side.
With the water-like moonlight.
Me, the moon, and you. Three of us.
"What why?"
The man frowned slightly.
"Why are you not sleeping at night and out in the cold wind dressed like this?"
Xin Tong lowered her head and said nothing.
After a long while, he finally uttered a few words, "I'm going to get a manicure."
"Okay," Jiang Chongyan was too lazy to expose the truth, "Come up."
"I'll take you there."
Xin Tong stood there, lowering her head and twirling her fingers for a while before she reluctantly sat in the back seat. "...Sprite, aren't you in a hurry for yogurt?"
"Just in time to lose weight."
The owner ruthlessly sentenced the fat little dog to lose its midnight snack and stepped on the pedal. "Let's go."
The cold wind was howling, making people shiver. The winter in Wucheng at the end of December was as cold as an ice cellar.
The man's broad back shielded him from the wind, and just touching the soft sweatshirt on his body made him feel warm. Xin Tong pressed herself tightly against him, and he felt a burning sensation all over.
Jiang Chongyan glanced down.
Xin Tong hugged his waist. Her hands were folded over his abdomen, squeezing tightly. His skin was pale and red from the cold.
He suddenly stopped the car.
"I'm going to buy a bottle of water."
Xin Tong didn't wait for a while before she saw the man walking back from a roadside shop with empty hands.
"Where's the water?"
He looked away indifferently, "I don't want to drink anything."
Sitting back down, Xin Tong's hands habitually clasped his waist and she said obediently, "Let's go. I'll hold you." With the experience of riding his motorcycle last time, she was more skilled this time. "I'm a traffic safety expert, right?"
The bicycle didn't move.
The next second, Xin Tong's wrist was suddenly grasped by a warm hand. Then both hands were covered in a layer of warm cloth.
——He put her two hands into the hem of her sweatshirt.
His arms were wrapped around the lining of his sweatshirt, and the outside was wrapped in soft, thick fabric. From the palm to the elbow, he was completely covered in warmth.
The man remained silent the entire time. The next second, the bicycle slowly moved forward.
Xin Tong was surprised.
he……?
My heart skipped a beat. Without the thick coat between us, my hands, through the thin fabric, tightly embraced the man in front of me. My frozen skin, somewhat stiffened by the warmth of his body, gradually revived. His scent filled my nose, strong and scorching.
Howling cold wind, empty streets, lonely night.
But the silent closeness and beating sincerity soon changed.
——He is a lustful fool. His nature is hard to change. His heart is restless and he has no thoughts.
Xin Tong's hands started to become dishonest, and she reached directly into his innermost layer of clothes without any hesitation.
She hugged the man tightly from behind, her arms around his waist. Her chest extended upwards, her waist and abdomen extended downwards. Her body temperature was scorching, her muscles firm and lean.
The cold little hand suddenly pressed against the skin of the lower abdomen.
The bike jolted violently a few times.
"you……"
Before she could utter the words she gritted her teeth, she was already heading straight for her target, moving upwards. Putting her hand on it, she could feel the slow, heavy heartbeat beneath the surface.
Bang. Bang.
Unbridled, with no regard for strength. His fingers sank slightly, his heartbeat syncing with his own.
"Ruan."
She giggled.
The man groaned, and the bicycle finally came to a sudden stop while swaying and bumping from side to side.
Jiang Chongyan stepped on the ground, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground, making a sharp and sticky sound.
"Hey, it's changed. It's amazing."
"You're nervous, aren't you?"
The next second, her rebellious hand was grabbed through her clothes.
"Let go!" The angry voice came through the tightly pressed bodies.
He pinched her hand and pulled her out.
"You were the first one to wrap my hand around me!"
Xin Tong was very dissatisfied and kept holding on to him while hiding.
"That's to keep you warm!"
He gritted his teeth and pinched her wrist through her coat.
...It was almost as if he had taken the initiative to put her hands on himself.
This thought suddenly popped into Jiang Chongyan's mind. His heart was pounding at the outrageous scene unfolding on the street. And then, Xin Tong's hand suddenly exerted force, causing him to frown, his throat throbbing, and an uncontrollable cry escape.
It was quiet and the streets were empty.
Both of them heard the sudden sound.
Jiang Chongyan's face flushed all the way to his neck, his complexion as black as the bottom of a pot. His hands became stronger, and his voice was as cold as ice, "I really can never be polite to you."
"I'm saying this for the last time. Take it out."
"What's so fierce about it?"
"You actually like it, right?"
Xin Tong hugged his waist, pressed her cheek against his warm and broad back, her heart beating fast.
He moved his hand and heard his tamped breathing again, "Right?"
The tall and strong man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, had his clothes half lifted up from the bottom.
The loose material concealed everything underneath. From the outside, all one could see was an unknown object bulging and moving beneath the coat, and the prominent veins on the man's forehead.
From the beginning to now, it has been almost twenty seconds.
"Not talking?"
Having said that, he immediately went all the way down without hesitation and hooked it to the belt——
Was intercepted.
This time I really put in some effort.
“This is on the street!”
Jiang Chongyan pulled her hand out without mercy.
Xin Tong struggled constantly, but it was no use because he was too strong.
The cold air hit her exposed arms and skin, and she shivered from the cold. She stopped struggling and cried out pitifully in the cold.
Two seconds later, her hands were grabbed and forcefully placed in the two side pockets of his coat.
"that's all."
In the cold wind came Jiang Chongyan's voice, which was colder than winter.
"Don't move again."
After all the nonsense, the man in front of him seemed to be catching his breath, his broad back rose and fell gently, and the skin on the back of his neck was covered with a faint red.
"...Okay." Xin Tong played with the young master's upper body all over, and her goal was achieved. She was satisfied and put her hands in his pockets, nestled in his lower abdomen, and yawned with her face against his warm back.
The voice was incredibly natural. "Let's go."
“…”
Jiang Chongyan sat in the front and closed his eyes resignedly.
She is playing again.
Finally, she was tired from playing and rested, leaving him confused and bewildered.
The bicycle sped forward, carving a path of light and wind through the night and cold air. The confusion and passion of the street just now faded like a dream, fading quickly like the tide. The whistling night wind blew the strands of hair across his forehead, and Jiang Chongyan stared expressionlessly into the void ahead.
You don't need to look down to know what's going on.
This is the second time I've been treated like this by this woman on the street.
He gripped the bicycle handlebars, his hands so hard that his knuckles popped. He was slightly bent over, his back arched, covering his face, his lips pursed, and he said nothing.
*
The nail salon is warm and bright, with small lights providing warmth, incense burning in the corner, and a kitten lazily curled up on the carpet by the door.
The shop assistant had a hairpin on the back of her head, and her newly transplanted eyelashes fluttered. While handing Xin Tong the style book, she cautiously glanced at Jiang Chongyan next to her.
It's a small, self-employed shop, not easy to run. It's located in an apartment building, and the cheapest group buy is 70 yuan for a single-color piece. She's the only one in the shop, and usually doesn't see a man for ten days or half a month. The only people coming and going are beautiful, fragrant women.
And now——
The man's tall figure was out of place here. His face was expressionless, and his blond hair, illuminated by the overhead light, looked like it could fly away at any moment. It was his first time in such a place, so he didn't feel uncomfortable and sat down to Xin Tong's left.
He slowly glanced around, and the next second he met the shop assistant's furtive gaze. She had a stern expression, long golden hair, and black earrings. The shop assistant was so scared that she immediately looked away.
"Don't be afraid." Xin Tong noticed it immediately, "He's not a fierce person."
"..." The clerk smiled awkwardly.
Who could have imagined that Jiang Chongyan would come to a nail salon one day?
If those who knew him saw the current scene, they would probably be stunned.
Xin Tong looked towards him on the left and her eyes met his.
They stared at each other. Everything that had happened tonight seemed absurd and inexplicable. In fact, it wasn't just tonight; everything that had happened between them over the past three months had been like this.
When he was feeling down and lonely, he would always appear in the dark. The warm air from the air conditioner blew through his hair, and he looked at himself.
"Actually, I was planning to change my nails."
She stretched out her left hand to show Jiang Chongyan, "It's almost January, and all the clothes will be sent to the factory. I guess I'll have to go to the factory frequently. These long nails are inconvenient. If they break, it will be very painful."
Jiang Chongyan looked down and raised an eyebrow.
"Have you thought about it?"
He'd never done any of these before and knew nothing about nail art. But he knew that all things decorative and grooming were essentially the same. A change of style, a change of mood, a change of lifestyle.
"Yeah." Xin Tong nodded and told the clerk that she wanted to use her own nails, cut them to the shortest length, and simply apply a layer of nail polish.
Xin Tong looked at the thick book in front of her with dazzling colors and said, "It's so hard to choose."
"What do you think of this? Will it look good when applied?" she asked the clerk.
The two girls lowered their heads and discussed with serious expressions, pointing at a bunch of colorful colors and discussing sincerely.
"What about this?"
"It's a bit too green."
"That's right. What about this?"
"That's good. But what if you want more colors?"
"Is it better to dance with one or two?"
"Do these two go together?"
"No, look again."
…
The man sat to the side. His face showed no sign of impatience. He threw his phone on the table without looking at it. He lowered his head and played with two small brushes scattered on the table.
Finally, the sound of Xin Tong's decision was heard from the side.
"I've chosen! Black then!"
The young lady hesitated for a long time before finally making this choice. However, the client was very satisfied, saying, "It's cool and fits my identity as a female entrepreneur. I'm the most powerful boss."
The clerk was very efficient and had painted a whole hand in no time.
"How is it?" Xin Tong stretched out his left hand to show Jiang Chongyan.
The man on the left suddenly moved closer. Xin Tong felt his body suddenly leaning closer, and felt a slight breath.
Xin Tong was fully prepared for Jiang Chongyan's "how" questions.
Sure enough, his expression was indifferent, his lips didn't move, and he just hummed.
"Hmm" was already a pretty good evaluation from this tsundere. Xin Tong raised the corner of her mouth and retracted her left hand.
The next second, the man suddenly extended his hand to the clerk as if it was a matter of course.
He stretched out his long legs and sat a little straighter.
He said coolly, "Make one for me too."
…
Xin Tong was completely excited.
She didn't ask why, nor did she dwell on the young master's sudden interest. Instead, she was stunned for only two seconds before her eyes lit up.
"Then I'll choose the color for you!"
When choosing for myself, I thought over and over again, but when choosing for him, I didn't think twice and pointed to the brightest red one.
It was as if this color was born for him, naturally so.
"Red?" The man raised his eyebrows.
"Mm! A match made in heaven. It suits you."
"Why?"
Xin Tong couldn't explain it either.
The most intense. The most visible. The one with positive and beautiful connotations. The most universal. The most popular. The most unique. The most personal. The most popular. The most central.
Such red color.
I couldn't describe it, so I simply didn't answer. I grabbed his hand, pulled it over, and placed his index finger on the big red square, confidently.
"Just tell me whether you want it or not."
She heard a chuckle.
"OK."
The young master leaned back without moving his hands, allowing Xin Tong to hold his hand.
"bring it on."
…
Jiang Chongyan said nothing the whole time, perhaps because he had never done this before. Xin Tong stole a glance at him and saw him looking down at his nails being trimmed, polished, and painted a completely new color.
His brows were furrowed slightly, unconsciously. The warm light in the small room softened his sharp features. He fluttered his eyelashes a few times, revealing a youthful stubbornness.
The clerk was extremely efficient and finished the meal for two people in less than an hour.
Jiang Chongyan lowered his head and looked at his right hand. He looked at the back of his hand for a while, then turned it over and bent his fingers to look at the palm.
The man was tall, with sharp, strong features, and an utterly masculine radiance. He had dark skin, long blond hair that flowed loosely over his shoulders, and a dazzling red hue on his nails. Three small silver rings adorned the slender fingers of his right hand.
Very spicy.
It may seem strange to use the word "spicy" to describe a man, but Xin Tong inexplicably felt that it was extremely appropriate.
Jiang Chongyan never rejects the so-called "feminine characteristics" in herself.
He was raised by his mother's mother and lived in Qi Yu Village, which was full of women. He despised all bad men without any prejudice, liked to eat bread, liked to dress himself up, and regarded all the so-called "feminine qualities" in himself as normal and accepted them with pleasure.
After finishing, Xin Tong happily admired her new nails for a while and happily asked the clerk to take a photo of the two of them.
They had agreed to both show their nails to the camera. She placed her fingers next to her face, posed perfectly, and smiled at the camera.
——But Jiang Chongyan next to her turned his head and looked at her.
He pinched her face with his fingers.
Xin Tong was unhappy, "Hey!"
Not wanting to be outdone, she also tried to pinch his face, but he seemed to know her too well and was already prepared, immediately holding her down with his other hand. The two of them ended up fighting again, and the clerk put down his phone in embarrassment, wondering if he should intervene.
After a few hits, Jiang Chongyan easily subdued the man without saying a word.
Facing her angry eyes, he pinched her chin mercilessly with his other hand, turned to the clerk and lifted his chin.
"Let's take a picture."
“Just shoot it like this.”
The man lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and the hand that was pinching Xin Tong's chin loosened slightly, and his slender fingers gently brushed her face.
But Xin Tong didn't notice anything. She was still immersed in the humiliation of having her chin held by this man and being forced to leave video evidence, and she kept staring at him.
——The picture freezes at this moment.
Xin Tong stood up angrily, took back the phone, locked the screen without even looking at the photo, put on her bag and walked out.
"You pay!"
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