"Qingzhi, I want to... drink water." Wen Jian looked at her blushing face, but she didn't mean to avoid it at all. Instead, she stared straight at her slightly blushing face, and even felt that looking at her like this It's natural to look at Qingzhi.
Qingzhi didn't want to look at each other like this, and felt embarrassed, so she responded vaguely and got up to pour him water.
Qingzhi calmed down a little, then brought the tea over, and when she helped Wen Jian sit up from the bed, Qingzhi felt that the breath all over her body was very hot, and Wen Jian's breath was spraying close at hand on the slightly lowered bed. Qingzhi panicked and subconsciously wanted to sit up, but Wen Jian held her hand. Qingzhi looked at him blankly: "You... don't you want to drink water?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Jian's lips came up and kissed her gently.
Maybe he was in an unprecedented panic, because in Qingzhi's impression, Wen Jian had always been a very gentle and polite person. No matter what he wanted to do to her, he would ask for her consent first and would never force anything. What did she say? But this time, Wen Jian, who was still sick at this moment, made her feel a faster heartbeat than she had ever experienced before. Such a possessive kiss was so overbearing that she was overwhelmed and a little bit bumpy. of confusion.
It was a feeling that Qingzhi had never felt before.
She clearly felt Wen Jian's warm thin lips wrapped around her, and his hot breath rushed in, entangled with his hot and powerful tongue.
Qingzhi never thought that Wen Jian would have such a side.
When she was almost breathless from being kissed by him, Wen Jian finally let her go gently, but his eyes were still fiery, direct, naked, and unconcealed love, so candidly revealed in In front of Qingzhi.
It was as if he wanted to show his whole heart to Qingzhi before he gave up.
However, Qingzhi's eyes were reflected by Wen Jian's passionate love, and she was retreating, blushing and at a loss. She never knew that Wen Jian would be like this.
"Qingzhi, when this snowstorm passes, let's go back to the city together, okay?" Wen Jian's warm hands were still gently holding her slender waist, as if she didn't intend to let go of Qingzhi.
Qingzhi was a little dizzy. It didn't matter whether she agreed or not. She struggled a few times and finally pushed Wen Jian away. It was the first time in her life that she was so nervous that she couldn't even speak. "Again, talk later."
After Qingzhi finished speaking, she ran out as if running away without waiting for Wen Jian to say anything else.
The wind and snow outside were still blowing, and it was impossible to see the road clearly. There was a vast expanse of white ahead, and nothing could be seen clearly.
Qingzhi subconsciously put on her cloak and hat. She looked confused and didn't know where she was going. She walked in the wind and snow for a long time, but she still felt that her little face was so hot that she didn't know where to go. There is no way to calm down.
All she could think about was Wen Jian kissing her so passionately.
That kind of kiss was different from the kiss Wen Jian gave her when he said he wanted to marry her.
It seemed like it was the first time she had seen Wen Jian with such an arrogant and strong teenage energy. Wen Jian had always been a very mature and steady person in everyone's eyes, including her own. But she clearly felt his impulse.
Such a hot impulse seemed to burn her heart.
(End of chapter)