Lin Moxiao lowered his eyes and stared straight at her, gazing into her clear eyes and trying to catch any expression on her face.
Jiang Shuya felt uneasy under his gaze, and a strange thought welled up in her mind;
Why can't my heart be at peace? He just stares at me like that, neither disliking nor angry.
For a moment, the two seemed to be frozen in place, motionless, silently gazing at each other. The air was filled with the chill of rain, and the cold wind blowing in their faces made them shiver.
Jiang Shuya was wearing a dress, her legs were frozen stiff, and she endured the chill brought by the rain. The raindrops fell on her cheeks, adding to the cool moisture, and she subconsciously shrank her shoulders.
Lin Moxiao dropped the umbrella, took off his coat, approached her, and put it on her without saying a word.
In an instant, Jiang Shuya quickly felt the rise and fall of his heartbeat. The man was wearing a thin shirt, with patches of water droplets that were faintly visible on it, revealing his clearly visible muscular chest.
The two were so close together, one hot and one cold, that they could accurately sense each other's breaths mingling. The man pulled her close by her slender waist, easily encircling her in his arms, while his other hand pinched her chin.
"Answer me, do you want to come with me? Think it over, this is your only chance."
Those dark eyes held a probing and scrutinizing gaze, an unquestionable rebuttal, and Jiang Shuya's heart pounded wildly.
"It's too late, I'm very tired."
Lin Moxiao raised questions;
"Is this your answer? Does it mean you're rejecting me?"
Jiang Shuya shook her head, her chin held tightly by him, her breathing rapid;
"No, I meant it's too late today, and it's raining heavily."
Lin Moxiao's movements became more forceful, his cold brows furrowing in his gaze;
"I don't want to hear any of that. Just answer me if you want to be with me."
Watching his hair gradually get wet and the wisps of hair on his forehead being blown into disarray by the wind, Jiang Shuya's heart became even more flustered, and she gritted her teeth.
"I don't know when it started, but I fell in love with you and wanted to be with you."
Upon hearing this, Lin Moxiao's lips curled up slightly. His sharply defined face was no longer as cold as before, but instead showed more calmness.
Almost immediately, he snatched the umbrella from her hand, quickly put it away, bent down, picked her up in his arms, opened the car door, and got in the car. He stepped on the gas and drove away.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Jiang Shuya gripped her clothes tightly with both hands, her thoughts in turmoil, feeling uneasy about stepping into the unknown. Seeing him calmly gazing ahead, she looked up and asked him.
"Where are we going?"
The car was completely silent, except for the sound of raindrops dripping outside the window.
Jiang Shuya suddenly recalled the scene of her first time with Huang Minghao at the Tianshui Lake Hotel, and her heart couldn't help but tremble.
The man beside her remained silent for a long time, seemingly deep in thought. Seeing his furrowed brows, she didn't ask any more questions. In the quiet of the night, she simply lay down on the seat, leaning back. She was too tired, so she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, enjoying the rising temperature inside the car.
Seeing the person beside him close their eyes and fall asleep, Lin Moxiao glanced back at her, pursed her lips and gave a cold laugh. The car drove along the main road and quickly entered the Meiyuan New District.
After an unknown amount of time, the car passed through a winding jungle path and entered a magnificent gate. Upon hearing the car horn, the gate slowly opened, and Mrs. Yang stepped forward to greet them with a gloomy expression.
"Young Master Lin, you're back so late. The old lady was just asking about you."
Lin Moxiao opened the car door and glanced at Jiang Shuya in the passenger seat;
"Grandma, is something wrong? Are you resting now?"
The sharp-eyed Mrs. Yang spotted the woman sleeping in the car, still wearing Mr. Lin's coat. She was curious but dared not inquire, so she pretended to be nonchalant.
The old lady went to sleep; I only asked one question and didn't ask any more.
Lin Moxiao nodded in agreement, walked around to the other side, opened the car door, and carried Jiang Shuya out. Her long, beautiful black hair fell to one side of the man's shoulder. Yang's mother quickly stepped forward to close the car door and followed behind Lin Moxiao with a fawning expression.
"Young Master Lin, would you like a private room?"
Lin Moxiao froze, stopping in her tracks, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes; "No need, don't follow."
Mrs. Yang stood there in astonishment. It was the first time she had seen Young Master Lin bring a woman to the Plum Garden, and she couldn't help but be even more curious about what kind of woman could make this taciturn young master so concerned.
At the same time, she also heard that since Young Master Lin appeared in the company, he has attracted the attention of many girls. With his outstanding looks, it is normal for him to be coveted by many women.
The old lady was also keeping a close eye on his movements, actually testing him to see if he would be like his father and philander. She had wanted to go up and remind him, but seeing his uncompromising attitude, she swallowed her words.
Jiang Shuya, who had been placed on a large bed, opened her eyes sensitively. She subconsciously glanced around and saw that it was a luxurious yet antique room.
The room is exquisitely furnished with dark wood furniture, several world-famous paintings on the walls, and a vintage bedside lamp. The dim lighting in the bedroom is not glaring but gives a warm feeling.
Like twinkling stars, the low-hanging chandeliers are like the most beautiful stars in the night sky.
Feeling herself on a soft, large bed, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly sat up and looked around, just then hearing a deep, husky voice: "Awake?"
Turning her head, she saw Lin Moxiao, who had just dried his half-wet hair, wearing a white bathrobe that revealed a glimpse of his chest, looking down at her.
The tall man before me had a cold gaze, his eyes fixed intently on me.
Jiang Shuya then realized that her coat had been taken off, and she was wearing a knitted dress with her two long, slender legs exposed.
She instinctively pulled her skirt down, trying to cover her exposed long, slender legs. At that moment, she regretted not wearing pants; perhaps then she wouldn't be in such an embarrassing situation.
Seeing her evasive and evasive actions, Lin Moxiao's face showed some displeasure. He stepped forward, reached out, and pulled her tightly into his arms, murmuring, "You're already here, it's too late."
After saying that, he leaned in and kissed her lips.
Jiang Shuya's hands were tightly locked by him, and her moist red lips were sealed by him. This time, with great tenderness and care, he cupped the back of her head and gently caressed and entwined it with hers. After being entwined by him for a long time, she finally tried to respond awkwardly, until she felt that she could not breathe and then tried to push him away.
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