Under the streetlight, Qian Xiaorou had a stubborn look on her face, yet her stubbornness was mixed with grievance, her eyes were red, brimming with moisture, continuously swirling with tears.
"Going out alone without a bodyguard, I'm really at my wits' end with you!"
After being lectured by Ning Fan, Qian Xiaorou pursed her lips, turned her face away, and didn't want to look at Ning Fan at all, nor did she want to listen to his educational words.
Perhaps she had grown tired of hearing them, or maybe she was already infuriated, but Qian Xiaorou ignored Ning Fan and turned to walk towards home.
Seeing her walk back alone like that, Ning Fan hesitated under the streetlight for quite some time but eventually let out a sigh and lifted his leg to follow her.
"It's late, I'll walk you back."
Ning Fan really couldn't rest easy letting Qian Xiaorou go back alone like that, especially since she had nearly encountered danger just earlier. If something were to happen along the way again, and he wasn't there, and Qian Xiaorou's bodyguards weren't by her side, who could guarantee she wouldn't run into trouble?
Qian Xiaorou didn't answer but quickened her steps as if trying to shake off Ning Fan.
Ning Fan frowned and stretched out his hand to grab her arm, saying at the same time, "Hey, at the very least I'm friends with your dad, I can't just pretend I didn't see anything, right?"
As he spoke these words, Ning Fan also felt somewhat helpless; to be honest, he really didn't understand where he had offended Qian Xiaorou. Did she have to act this way towards him?
However, after being grabbed by Ning Fan, Qian Xiaorou's reaction was quite intense. She turned around and lifted her hand to strike at Ning Fan.
Ning Fan couldn't help but curse, thankful that his reaction was quick, or else he really would've been hit by that slap without any warning.
Qian Xiaorou struggled with all her might, trying to break free from Ning Fan's hold, but how could Ning Fan's strength be something a delicate woman like her could imagine?
After a round of struggle, not only did she fail to break free from Ning Fan's grasp, but his expression turned even grimmer.
"Do you really think I don't have a temper!"
Ning Fan let go and then directly placed Qian Xiaorou over his knee, delivering a slap to her bottom.
Qian Xiaorou let out a scream, her face flushed red, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she angrily glared at Ning Fan.
"What are you doing, let go of me!!!"
Ning Fan glared fiercely at Qian Xiaorou and then delivered several more hard slaps to her pert behind.
Qian Xiaorou's face filled with pain, humiliation in her eyes, as she nibbled her lip and began to sob softly.
The soft flesh of her buttocks was reddened by Ning Fan's strikes through her shorts, making her resemble a child who had done wrong, now being spanked over Ning Fan's knee as punishment.
Such humiliation was more than the pampered Qian Xiaorou could bear; before long, she burst into tears.
When Ning Fan heard Qian Xiaorou crying out, he looked up to see her eyes were red and tears were streaming down uncontrollably.
A woman's tears are a man's most fatal weapon; moved with compassion, Ning Fan let her down.
Once Ning Fan put her down, Qian Xiaorou started pounding her fists incessantly against Ning Fan's chest, cursing through her tears, "Bastard, Ning Fan, you're just a bastard! Wuu wuu wuu!"
Qian Xiaorou's punches gradually became weaker, and it seemed less like she was lashing out and more like she was acting coyly. Ning Fan did not make any superfluous movements.
While shouting go to hell, Qian Xiaorou directly embraced Ning Fan, burying her head into his chest, and her tears instantly soaked through Ning Fan's shirt.
Feeling the dampness on his chest, Ning Fan sighed, lowered his head to look at Qian Xiaorou in his arms. It was awkward whether to hug her or not, so in the end, he could only place his hand on her hair and gently caressed it to comfort her.
Who knew where Qian Xiaorou got such strength from; she suddenly used her hands with full force as if trying to bury herself into Ning Fan's body, making Ning Fan feel almost breathless.
What was more fatal was that now, being so close together, Ning Fan could fully feel Qian Xiaorou's body, and he was surprised at how voluptuous this girl unexpectedly was...
However, it was clearly not the time to think about such things. Ning Fan felt that what he should be focusing on was how to get Qian Xiaorou to stop crying.
"Miss, could you please let go first, I admit I was wrong, okay..." Ning Fan said with a face about to cry but without tears.
Suddenly, Ning Fan's face changed, and he exclaimed, "Are you a dog or something, biting anything you catch?!"
Qian Xiaorou's silver teeth were biting directly into Ning Fan's flesh through a layer of fabric, so no wonder Ning Fan reacted so dramatically. He had never expected Qian Xiaorou to do such a thing.
The sound of sobbing never ceased in Ning Fan's ears, and he didn't dare to push Qian Xiaorou away, only hugging her gently with a pained expression as if placating a small child.
"Please, no more crying, okay? You can cry, but don't bite me, please!"
Ning Fan rolled his eyes to heaven, wondering whom he had offended to deserve this!
The pair embraced in the middle of the road, and Qian Xiaorou cried for about ten minutes. During that time, several passersby walked past, pointing and commenting, especially an older lady who even suggested that he should properly comfort his little girlfriend...
In the eyes of those unaware, Ning Fan and Qian Xiaorou's embrace looked intensely intimate, resembling a couple in the throes of a conflict, and it was only natural for people to misunderstand.
Eventually, Qian Xiaorou's weeping finally ceased. She let go of her hands and, with flushed face, pushed Ning Fan away forcefully.
"After using me, you turn your back on me. Doesn't it hurt your heart?!"
Ning Fan grumbled through clenched teeth, only for Qian Xiaorou to darken her face again, looking unimpressed.
With her face still somewhat flushed, Qian Xiaorou flicked her hair and spat lightly.
Ning Fan was relieved to see her mood stabilizing significantly, and he finally could breathe a sigh of relief.
Qian Xiaorou had cried for quite a while, making Ning Fan realize that her outburst was not merely due to having her bottom slapped; her situation resembled a dam that had burst its banks, releasing everything at once.
"Can you tell me what's wrong? After all, I am the man who lent you his chest, consider it a kind of repayment."
"Do you really want to know?"
Qian Xiaorou hesitated, looking at Ning Fan without the previous aversion.
Indeed, there seemed to be a hidden story, and Ning Fan was very curious about whatever it was that had made Qian Xiaorou's attitude towards him so nasty before.
"Speak up, you'll feel better once you let it out!"
Out of curiosity and a desire to be a listener for Qian Xiaorou, Ning Fan nodded and gave her an encouraging look.
However, Qian Xiaorou still didn't seem grateful, hesitating for a while longer before finally beginning to speak after some time.