Chapter Twenty-Five: Confirming the Relationship (Part One)
Jiang You lowered his head in frustration, having forgotten about this matter.
"Then... I'll come back to pick it up tomorrow," she said softly.
"Why?" Xia Yan looked at her in the rearview mirror. The girl was timid like a quail, with her head down, and only the top of her head could be seen.
He licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, then pursed them, and said with a half-smile, "We'll be there soon, very soon."
The boy had returned to normal; he was neither expressionless nor eerily gentle, but as sunny and cheerful as ever.
As soon as the car came to a stop, Jiang You hurriedly opened the door and rushed out.
Haha, this isn't halfway up the mountain, how could we possibly stop her?
Inside the car, Xia Yan watched the girl's departing figure, raised his eyebrows slightly, unbuckled his seatbelt, and slowly got out of the car.
Less than five minutes later, Jiang You returned dejectedly. She saw the young man leaning against the car, tall and elegant, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He was slowly turning the car key with his right index finger, his expression lazy and leisurely as he looked at her.
"You're back?" Xia Yan whistled lightly, walked over, pulled her into his arms, and entered the elevator.
"Why didn't you press the button for the first floor?" He teased, his hand on her waist giving it a gentle squeeze.
Jiang You kept his head down, his ears slightly red, and didn't say anything. Who would have thought that the parking lot on the second basement level was locked? He should have run to the elevator.
Once inside the spacious apartment, she watched Xia Yan lock the door, swallowed hard, and spoke in a trembling voice:
"Shall we talk about Xia Yan?"
“Okay,” Xia Yan said, his black hair was quite unruly, and his face, with its red lips and white teeth, looked very happy. He walked into the room and said, “Come in and let’s talk.”
Jiang You hesitated in the hall for a long time, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind to go into the boy's room.
This was only the second time she had come in, aside from the first time she cleaned the house.
A suitcase spread out in the corner, a notebook and charging cable on the table, a coat on the chair... and a strong, uniquely youthful fruity scent.
Xia Yan opened the bedside table, took out two boxes of Okamoto cigarettes, then slowly stood up, walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down with her legs spread apart.
He tossed a box onto the table, and his slender, white fingers, with their distinct knuckles, quickly tore open another package.
I counted them, and there were only five inside.
Without a second thought, Young Master Xia reached out and picked up a box from the table, then opened it.
As they were dismantling the structure, they looked up and saw Jiang You standing at the door, looking dazed.
He explained slowly and gently, "I wasn't thirsty and wanted a Coke this morning, but I wanted to get you out of my way to buy a condom."
Jiang You snapped out of his daze, his mouth slightly agape. Wh-what? What did he mean?
No wonder the cashier looked at her so strangely this morning.
Xia Yan lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, "Isn't ten girls too many?"
He took out four and put them back in the box, but didn't want to shortchange himself. He hesitated for a moment, then took out two more from the box, and then, in a self-deceptive act, hid the eight under his pillow.
Jiang You stared in disbelief, thinking, "This guy really doesn't hide anything!"
"By the way, what do you want to talk to me about?" Xia Yan walked up to her, his right hand reaching from her waist to her back, climbing upwards until his large hand gripped the back of her delicate neck and gently pulled her back.
Jiang You was forced to tilt his head back, his neck stretched out, completely exposed to the man's eyes.
Xia Yan lowered her raven-feather-like eyelashes and tilted her head to kiss the center of her neck.
The arms around her waist tightened, and as she stared at the cream-colored ceiling, a panic gripped her heart: "Xia Yan?"
"Hmm?" The hoarse sound that escaped from her throat struck her heart.
"We're friends..." Although they're in a flirtatious relationship, they haven't gotten to the point of sleeping together yet.
Jiang You always believed that the two had an ambiguous friendship, and assumed that the other person felt the same way.
"friend?"
The water stains in the room fell silent. Xia Yan looked up, her expression darkening, and she looked utterly terrifying.
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