The two walked leisurely about half a meter apart, occasionally stepping on a leaf or two, creating a faint rustling sound. After a while, Meng Xinian finally asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "You still haven’t answered me, why did you come?"
"Do you really need to ask so directly?" Chiang Xiao glanced at him.
She obviously knew she had come for him.
"I want to hear you say it." Meng Xinian’s voice was slightly trembling, with an extremely sensual implication, and those four words made Chiang Xiao’s heart pound with ambiguous excitement.
"I went to the provincial city and saw Chu Liang; he told me about your situation," Chiang Xiao said quietly, kicking at the fallen leaves. "I was afraid that Fong Jianye might not wake up, and even if it wasn’t you who injured him, escaping responsibility would be difficult."
"Then how can you be sure that he would wake up just because you came?"
Chiang Xiao was startled.
She had forgotten how sharp this guy was again!
To hell with him, did he just play the handsome guy trick on her a while ago? He made her think they were flirting, only to unexpectedly catch her off guard and pinpoint her doubts again!
Chiang Xiao felt indignant.
However, Meng Xinian suddenly liked the feeling of teasing her with her doubts, seeing her unconsciously puff up her cheeks indignantly, he couldn’t help but reach out to pinch her face.
"Are you getting anxious?"
"Meng Xinian, you’re really mean."
"Where am I being mean?"
"Everywhere is mean!"
"But you still worry and care about me so much that the moment you heard I was in trouble, you rushed over from a thousand miles away to protect me, afraid that I would be bullied, right?" Meng Xinian’s eyes and smile were full of amusement.
She came, stayed in the sickroom for a while, and then Fong Jianye woke up.
Her doubts were increasing, but what did that matter?
Although he was puzzled now, he had patience. He would wait for her to grow up, for them to get married, and on their wedding night, to hear her explain everything one by one.
It would be like a special ceremony.
As if she were completely and utterly entrusting herself to him.
As long as he was certain she was his, that was enough.
Meng Xinian reached out to pinch Chiang Xiao’s face again, feeling that her skin was getting smoother, with a particularly nice touch.
Chiang Xiao’s heartbeat had long been off rhythm, her face aflame with heat, she felt light-headed and warm all over.
She followed him in a daze, walking down at least seven or eight streets.
Listening to his slightly husky voice, slowly telling her about everything in the Capital City, the alleys, courtyard houses, weeping willows, maple trees, delicacies—it was like drinking a jar of fine wine on an early autumn night, a drunkenness creeping up on her, dazed as if in a dream.
Chiang Xiao felt that her brief past romance couldn’t have been love, for why didn’t she have this dizzying sensation back then?
This feeling made her feel as if she were walking on clouds, in a dreamy haze, unable to return to reality.
His voice was in her ears and his breath in her nostrils.
She was clearly aware that the person by her side was Meng Xinian, it was him, and no one else.
The sound of cars and people seemed to be blocked out.
Chiang Xiao thought to herself that she was really done for.
They say the one who falls in love first, loves deeper, and ends up at a disadvantage. Was she going to be at a disadvantage?
Meng Xinian stopped, watching her continue to walk forward in her daze, and right in front of her was a wall of a small building. He chuckled lowly and stretched out his hand to pull her back.
Chiang Xiao looked up at him blankly.
"Clever little kitten has turned into a silly little daze," Meng Xinian pinched her nose, longing to pull her into his arms, but looking at her petite frame, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.