Ye Wangchuan had no intention of giving way, and still pushed her against the side of the car, lowered his head, hooked his neck, and smiled with a seductive look: "Didn't you say you liked Chenchen at the banquet? Ye Lan just sent me a message saying that you like little milk dogs."
"Oh." Qiao Nian finally came to her senses. When their eyes met, she subconsciously raised her hand and wanted to pull up her hat, but then she remembered that she didn't wear a cap when she went out to meet her elders today, so she silently put her hand down and said frankly, "I like Chenchen, and Aunt Ye is right to say so."
She admitted it
Ye Wangchuan's eyes were deep, then darkened, and moved closer, bringing the distance between them closer. His breath fell on Qiao Nian's neck, warm and itchy, with a hint of alcohol, quite light and not noticeable, but his earlobes also showed a hint of crimson, sexy and charming.
"What's wrong with being older?"
His voice was hoarse, low and deep.
Qiao Nian was stunned by his question and thought for a while: "...There's nothing wrong with it."
Ye Wangchuan stared at the girl in his arms. Her fair face and eyes were particularly eye-catching. She was very delicate, but a little too wild and unruly.
Like a little wolf cub.
It's easy to run away if you're not careful.
He thought he was a patient enough hunter, but he was still broken when he saw the mocking text message Ye Lan sent him in the elevator.
He stared at the girl's face, whose eyelashes drooped due to his questioning. From this angle, her eyelashes were long and thick, drooping in curves, and her clear eyes were charming no matter how you looked at her.
He also had a school life, so he knew very well what kind of girls school boys liked.
People like Qiao Nian will definitely cause a craze once they enter university.
The candidates for Tsinghua University’s campus beauties for the next three years have basically been decided!
He remembered that on her way to Tsinghua University for an exam, a boy approached her and asked for her WeChat ID. Although she didn't give it to him, who could say what would happen in the future.
"If it's not good, why don't you like it?" Ye Wangchuan paused and tightened his breath. His eyes became deeper and deeper. He looked at the girl in his arms and said slowly: "...Compared to little kids, older ones are more mature, stable and better at taking care of people. What do you think?"
"… "
Just because Qiao Nian had never thought about it in this way before, it didn’t mean that she didn’t understand.
She had asked once before, but someone assured her that they were good friends, so she gave up the idea.
Categorize some of his behaviors into the category of friends.
Now…
She looked at the man's increasingly obvious behavior, her back pressed against the car frame, her breathing hoarse, her eyes narrowed, and she said directly: "Master Wang, are you confessing your love to me?"
She didn't want to ask because the slap on the face was too painful.
What if I am just being sentimental again? That would be so embarrassing!
However, Qiao Nian has never been the type to be shy. Now that she has this idea, she won't hide it or be embarrassed to say it.
Ye Wangchuan didn't expect her to be so direct. She even looked at him with a pair of clear eyes, giving him the feeling of turning the tables.
But he didn't hesitate too much, and smiled, his eyes sparkling and deep, that charming face that was like a disaster was definitely worthy of the title of the third most beautiful woman in Beijing: "If I say yes, I am confessing to you, how are you going to answer?"
"..." Qiao Nian had already thought about this answer, but she was not prepared to respond when he said it so bluntly.
Well, how to answer
If it were someone else, she probably wouldn't reply without even thinking about it. No way.
But Ye Wangchuan...
(End of this chapter)