Chapter Twelve: A Day of Doubt (Part Two)
Xia Yan didn't feel that anything was wrong at all.
But having received 200,000 yuan, she couldn't feel at ease enjoying the meals her employer cooked for her.
She stood awkwardly and nervously in the kitchen again, wanting to help.
"You're that reluctant to part with me?"
Xia Yan raised his handsome eyebrows, his thin lips holding a piece of meat, and bent down to put it into her mouth.
The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly.
He licked her lips and left reluctantly.
Jiang You's face, which had finally calmed down, suddenly turned bright red again. Why did he always try to kiss her whenever he had the chance?
This has happened several times already.
Does the boy have skin hunger syndrome?
Thinking about it this way, it seems that all my confusion has been answered.
After the two finished their meal, Xia Yan pulled Jiang You into the film studio.
"Want to watch a movie with me?"
He spoke in a consultative tone, but bent down to put the two single reclining sofas in the TV room together.
The middle armrest is pulled down, transforming it into a two-seater recliner sofa.
I never expected to run into Jiang You before.
All the chairs he bought were single seats, except for the rocking chair by the French windows. The single seats were too small for him and he couldn't lie down comfortably, so he ordered a double seat.
After Xia Yan finished assembling the sofa, she turned around and saw Jiang You staring blankly at the sofa.
Her dazed and confused look made his heart itch, and once his heart itch, he wanted to slap her.
He leaned closer, and Jiang You snapped out of his daze and instinctively took a few steps back.
She hadn't taken more than a few steps back when she could feel the boy's gaze fixed heavily on her face.
"Why are you dodging? This is the second time." Xia Yan raised her eyebrows and laughed, her voice hoarse with the unfulfilled desire of not being able to kiss her.
So many people have tried so hard to get close to him but never had a chance. Now that he's taking the initiative to have his family serve him, this ungrateful little thing not only doesn't appreciate it, but also avoids him.
The lights in the movie theater were on, and the bright light inside made it easy to see the boy's handsome face with a half-smile, and his eyes that were like those of a venomous snake locking onto her.
"I...I'm not used to it yet..." Jiang You lowered his eyes and blushed as he spoke.
I'm not used to being pressured to kiss all the time; things have to go through a gradual process.
Xia Yan remained silent for a long time.
When Jiang You thought he was losing patience with her and was about to kick her out, he calmly said, "Go pick out a romantic movie to watch, I'll go get some drinks."
Jiang You breathed a sigh of relief. Whether or not there was any flirting didn't matter; the main thing was the 200,000 yuan.
She obediently walked to a screen, studied it for a while, and found the interface for playing movies.
There were even movies currently showing in theaters listed, but she didn't really like watching any of them.
Before they could make a choice, Xia Yan returned.
He steadily carried a metal bucket filled with ice in his left hand, with several bottles of liquor stuck in the ice.
He held two delicate glasses between his right index and middle fingers.
He casually placed the iron bucket, which was emitting a slight chill, on the low table in front of the sofa.
As he did this, the ice cubes in the bucket collided with the glass bottle, producing a crisp and pleasant sound that made Jiang You's heart skip a beat.
"Haven't you made your choice yet?"
Xia Yan sat on the sofa chair, her slender, fair fingers skillfully opening a bottle of wine. After speaking, she casually poured the wine into two glasses.
After pouring the wine, he casually picked up one of the glasses, leaned lazily against the back of the soft sofa, propped his cheek with his right hand, and lowered his beautiful peach blossom eyes to look at the girl's delicate neck.
After lingering for a long time, his amber eyes slowly and leisurely moved downwards.
It only stopped on the back, waist, buttocks, and then on the legs.
He downed the glass of wine in one gulp, feeling a fire ignite within him, making his throat dry and incredibly thirsty. He then poured himself another glass.
Jiang You stared at the screen, swallowing hard. Being stared at by a pair of extremely aggressive eyes made his back feel like it was on fire.
She didn't dislike the boy's kiss, but the overwhelming aggression made her feel scared, and she couldn't help but want to back away.
Xia Yan waited for a while and realized that the girl was deliberately stalling for time.
He casually placed the glass on the low table, then stood up and hugged her from behind.
His waist was tightly embraced, and his lips, still chilled from drinking ice wine, were pressed against her neck, instantly giving Jiang You goosebumps.
"Xia, Xia Yan?"
"If you can't find one you like, just pick one randomly."
It wasn't like they were actually watching a movie. Xia Yan reached out and randomly selected a movie on the screen, turned off the lights, and pulled her to lie down on the sofa chair.
In the dark space, only the huge screen in front of us emitted light.
"Want a drink?" Xia Yan nudged her right leg with his left leg, his voice hoarse with an indescribable quality from the alcohol.
Jiang You shook his head: "I don't drink."
"How about strawberry juice?"
She pinched her fingers together, looked at the movie playing, and nodded slightly.
Using the light, Xia Yan accurately located the bottle with pink packaging in the ice bucket.
He poured it out and handed the glass to Jiang You.
If Xia Yan's family were here, they would practically have to go up the mountain to invite a Taoist priest to come down and perform a ritual to see if the person in front of them was still Xia Yan.
This can't even be described as shocking; it's simply impossible.
Young Master Xia has always been pampered and waited on by others. When has he ever waited on others?
Throughout the entire day, Xia Yan had been serving the girl, a treatment that even his brother and parents had never received.
Jiang You took the juice, took a sip, and put the cup down; she wasn't thirsty yet.
Xia Yan glanced at her, said nothing, and leaned her head in, resting it obediently on her shoulder.
He buried his face deep into her neck, took a deep breath, and exhaled contentedly.
Why does this person's appearance appeal to him in every way?
Jiang You felt a slight tingling sensation as her breath touched her skin. She paused, pursed her lips, but ultimately did not dodge.
Xia Yan, not satisfied, slowly moved downwards, licking her collarbone and then moving even further down, preparing to take off her top with both hands.
"Xia Yan!" Jiang You shouted, clutching the hem of his clothes in shame and anger.
Xia Yan's long eyelashes trembled as delicately as cicada wings, and her out-of-control eyes gradually cleared.
Looking at the somewhat angry girl, he breathed heavily and kissed the corner of her mouth, chuckling softly, "I'm going to the restroom, I'll be right back."
Even if you haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run? Quarkry didn't read dozens of posts for nothing; she immediately understood why the boy went to the toilet.
Jiang You's cheeks were burning hot and red, as if they could bleed.
While gently fanning herself with her hand, she picked up the strawberry juice on the table and took a few sips.
The cool, refreshing touch calmed her down a bit.
I watched a foreign romance movie, "Flipped".
She had seen it once before, and having just finished eating, she was feeling dizzy from the carbon dioxide. Even though she knew she shouldn't sleep, her consciousness uncontrollably drifted into a deep sleep.
I woke up again because I was itchy.
She opened her eyes groggily and saw someone sucking on her neck.
She tilted her head back, blinked, and thought she was dreaming, until the person on top of her kissed her more and more enthusiastically, and her body trembled uncontrollably, before she remembered where she was.
He tried to raise his hand to push Xia Yan off him, but his hand was pinned down by Xia Yan's interlocked fingers, and he couldn't move.
"...Xia, Xia Yanbie, stop kissing... um... what time is it?" Her eyes were a little unfocused, and she was so comfortable that she couldn't even finish her sentence.
"Six o'clock in the afternoon."
After Xia Yan finished speaking, he lifted his head from the girl's neck and looked at her dazed appearance. He couldn't resist, so he hooked her head and gave her a deep kiss.
He only got up slowly when she was almost out of breath, picked her up and carried her to the hall.
"I've already cooked dinner, including your favorite braised pork."
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