Actually, she had noticed He Jing a long time ago, but she didn't dare to look at He Jing, afraid that she would lose control and reveal her hostility towards He Jing.
If someone with ulterior motives takes a picture of her, it will definitely cause her trouble.
She just couldn't understand why there had to be another He Jing in this world, but... there just had to be a He Jing who took away her brother and destroyed her happiness.
She had originally wanted to discuss the collaboration with the movie star again, but now that He Jingyi had passed through, she had no interest in talking about it at all.
She said "Excuse me" and went elsewhere with her wine glass.
At this moment, on the open-air balcony, He Jing felt the evening breeze blowing from afar, brushed away a strand of hair that had inadvertently gotten into her mouth, and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Yan Hanxi said, "I'm a little better."
His tone was unusually low, as if he was really bored out of his mind.
He Jing couldn't help but wonder. The banquet hall was incredibly spacious, capable of accommodating over a thousand people, but there were only a few hundred present. Moreover, it had all sorts of high-end and complete ventilation systems. How could it feel stuffy?
He Jing didn't think so.
In short, she was fine while she was inside.
He probably doesn't like overly noisy occasions, so he wanted to come out and have some peace and quiet.
The balcony was indeed very quiet because everyone was socializing and no one came over there.
Suddenly, she heard Yan Hanxi call out, "Sister."
His voice was hoarse, as if it contained some kind of meaning.
He Jing looked up at him, and his handsome face suddenly turned cold.
The boy held her tightly around the waist, his grip so strong it felt like it was digging into her bones. He kissed her deeply, his movements so forceful that He Jing couldn't stand and stumbled back two steps. Her back pressed against the balcony railing, which was icy cold and painful.
He Jing let out a whimpering sound like a small animal, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet open-air balcony. The clear, drooling sound made the atmosphere suddenly become heated, and everything was so ambiguous.
He Jing had no power to resist at all. She felt that her waist and legs were weak, but her cheeks were burning hot.
She kept her eyes tightly shut, afraid to open them, as if she would be eaten if she did.
The person kissing her deepened their kiss, their lips and tongues intertwining intimately. Yan Hanxi must have been starving to be so eager and greedy in his pursuit. He savored the taste of her soft lips, completely lost in the moment, until He Jing clutched his suit jacket as if she couldn't breathe. Only then did he change his domineering and forceful deep kiss to a gentle and tender nibble.
Her eyelashes were wet, like butterfly wings brushing against the tips of leaves, picking up fresh dewdrops.
He Jing whispered, "Yan Hanxi, are you done kissing?"
Yan Hanxi said, "No."
He put his arm around her shoulder, his eyes brimming with a deep smile; her appearance made him want to bully her even more.
And she was surprisingly cooperative, standing still as he kissed her, and sometimes she would subconsciously bite him back when he bit her and it hurt.
Finally, feeling dizzy, she said, "I can't kiss anymore, someone will come."
Yan Hanxi coaxed softly, "No, no one will come."
Thus, the enchanting scene remained in a stalemate.
About ten minutes later, Yan Hanxi straightened up. While tidying He Jing's clothes, he stared at He Jing's swollen, bloodshot lips and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
He reached out and touched He Jing's cheek, asking, "Why do you become so obedient as if you've been acupunctured when I kiss you?"
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