He merely stretched out his leg lightly, blocking her path. Leaning forward, he trapped her between his legs.
Shi Nian blushed deeply, awkwardly reminding, "Hey!"
He leaned in and grabbed her wrist: "First, make it clear. What is it that you understand?"
Come on, this was the first time in his life that Tang Yanqing had taken the initiative to confess. How did it turn out ?
His slight anger gradually raised the temperature in the room, and it fell on her, turning into a thin layer of sweat. Like tiny millets, they clung tightly to her skin. Discover more novels at novel⟡fire.net
She took a deep breath: "What I’m saying is, I really can’t find a reason for you to like me. The only explanation I can find is: none of your former girlfriends were married women, so my current status makes you curious."
Shi Nian said in one breath, Tang Yanqing sat up straight, gripping his hands tightly.
God, he wanted to kill someone now, then commit suicide out of love, what to do?
The anger that rose in his eyes scared Shi Nian, and she hugged herself: "Otherwise, I really can’t find a reason. Mr. Tang, we really don’t match."
Tang Yanqing took a few deep breaths, reminding himself: it’s not her fault. From her perspective, indeed, there was too little connection between them. Even if love at first sight exists in this world, the subtle chemistry between strangers wasn’t enough to justify a direct confession.
He then tried to smile, not wanting to scare her.
His voice was somewhat hoarse: "Hey, Sleeping Beauty, listen to me: I don’t have a hobby of collecting different kinds of women. When I said I like you, it’s not because you’re a married woman—besides, you’re not a married woman anymore."
He grabbed her hand, not letting her escape.
"I’ll say it again: I like you just because you’re you. No matter what labels you’ve had on you, or what you might become in the future; whether you are beautiful or ugly, old or sick—I like you."
This kind of confession, huh, so familiar. So familiar that it made her heart tremble more.
That was almost a vow at a wedding.
Is he crazy? Saying such things to a woman he just met a few days ago, who just finished going through separation?
Moreover, what kind of status does he have, what kind of woman can’t he have?
She also tried to smile: "Mr. Tang, don’t make a fuss."
If not afraid of scaring her, if not feeling sorry for her... he really wanted to press her under him now, to declare all of himself to her with the most concrete action!
She was his, already was his.
Yet she actually said no to him now.
He was angrily impatient, couldn’t help but use some force to pinch her cheek: "Does it hurt? If it hurts, wake up and remember that I’m serious!"
The pain on her cheek swiftly spread, traveling through her nerves directly to the cerebral cortex.
She staggered back, reaching out to support herself on the edge of the table.
So, does this mean he’s really serious?
He sighed lightly: "I want to know why too. But I rationally remind myself, never ask why about love. Because that’s a dead end, it would suffocate oneself."
He reached out to cover her eyes, "So don’t ask. Just know that I like you, trust my feelings won’t change, that’s enough."
The darkness before her eyes made her tremble gently: "Since you said all this, then I’ll ask again: Mr. Tang, how do you know my nickname is ’Nian Nian’? And you said you’ve liked me for a long time... how is that possible? I’m sure we’ve never met before!"
Tang Yanqing also gently closed his eyelids.
The darkness in front of him calmed him, making him feel as if he was again in that small space alone with her—a small space isolated from the whole world, where there was no one else, only him and her.
Without opening his eyes, he could accurately reach out to touch her fingertips.
His fingers climbed along her fingertips, gliding over her forearm, elbow, upper arm, stopping at the side of her neck. It was where her carotid artery was, beating with the rhythm of life.
He closed his eyes and smiled gently.
So familiar, so intimate.
His fingers moved further up, accurately touching her cheek. He caressed it affectionately, as if it were a rare treasure.
As if in a dream, he murmured softly: "Hey, my Sleeping Beauty... does it feel a bit familiar?"
This kind of touch, this kind of—gentle treatment.
Shi Nian was so nervous she didn’t dare to move, as if—she was unwilling to move.
She remembered, she hadn’t forgotten.