Ye Wangchuan's light touch did not last too long, but it was enough to make Qiao Nian's heart sink completely.
They kissed each other's cheeks gently, and neither of them spoke. They just stood there quietly, feeling each other's heartbeat and breathing.
Qiao Nian is still a little confused.
Ye Wangchuan broke the silence, raised his hand to brush the hair hanging on her earlobe, and pursed his lips, looking so charming and tempting: "If you don't come in, we will sleep together."
"I can't possibly let you sleep on the sofa. If you don't want to, then we can sleep on the bed together."
"… "
Qiao Nian was speechless for only a few seconds, then raised her black eyes and felt that she needed to remind him: "It's you who keeps your chastity, not me who doesn't want to."
This time, it was Ye Wangchuan who got choked up. He lightly touched her earlobe with his fingertips and then retracted them, his eyes lingering and entangled: "Go to bed early, good night."
Seeing him turning around to leave, Qiao Nian suddenly reached out, hooked his little finger, and held his hand.
"?"
Ye Wangchuan turned around, seemingly unaware of why she suddenly grabbed his hand. Qiao Nian's lips still had the residual heat from the kiss.
She stared at the man's kissable lips and asked him, "How about a kiss?"
Ye Wangchuan's eyes turned from astonishment to darkness in an instant. He reacted quickly, grabbed Qiao Nian's wrist tightly, and pressed her against the wall. His breathing became rapid and his body pressed against Qiao Nian, leaving her nowhere to escape.
"Nian Nian, I am not Liu Xiahui."
Qiao Nian felt a strong masculine scent coming towards her, which made her heart beat faster and her cheeks hot. She wanted to struggle, but Ye Wangchuan's strength made her unable to move.
She laughed back at him provocatively: "Really? I think you are even more wise than Liu Xiahui. You can go to Putuo Temple and register to become a monk soon."
"..." No man can withstand such provocation and invitation!
Ye Wangchuan lowered his head and touched her lips deeply. His lips were soft and hot, with an irresistible power. Qiao Nian felt her lips being gently sucked by him, and the touch made her feel dizzy.
She closed her eyes and let herself be absorbed.
The air was filled with the light scent of shower gel.
Ye Wangchuan's kiss became deeper and deeper, as if he wanted to swallow her whole. Qiao Nian could hear her heartbeat speeding up, her breathing becoming rapid, and her body starting to weaken.
Before the situation got out of control, the man who had held her wrists tightly loosened his hands with amazing self-control and buried his head in her neck to calm his breathing.
"no."
Qiao Nian could feel the burning heat coming from his body. She leaned her back against the wall and wanted to ask him why it wasn't working.
But in the darkness her own breathing was disordered, she gasped softly, her throat rolling but she had no strength to make any sound.
Ye Wangchuan had adjusted her breathing, gave up the urge to take a cold shower, tidied her clothes, and steadied her breathing.
"Go to bed and get some rest early."
"… "
Qiao Nian watched him restrainedly let go of the hand on her waist, turned around and walked to the living room to get some water. She didn't want to ask him to sleep in the bedroom with her, otherwise it would seem like an invitation that was too explicit.
She rubbed her hot face, remembered the important things she had to do tomorrow, and put away her wandering thoughts.
Qiao Nian stopped being pretentious and went into the master bedroom, ready to look at the unfinished material...
After Ye Wangchuan waited for her to come in, he bent his long legs and leaned back on the sofa in the living room, took out his mobile phone and looked at the unprocessed messages.