The bathroom door opened, and Yue Qingqing walked out wearing a bathrobe.
Her body still carried the steamy heat, her cheeks blushing pink like a peach.
A fragrant, sweet scent rushed out from the bathroom.
Jiang Jingze’s nose, as sensitive as a top chef’s, made him particularly troubled at such a moment.
"Your face is so red." Yue Qingqing was drying her hair and immediately noticed the deliberate flush on Jiang Jingze’s face as she walked out.
Jiang Jingze forced himself to look out the window, his gaze shifting involuntarily.
To prove his point, Jiang Jingze tugged at his collar, his Adam’s apple moving up and down.
Beijing was already nearing winter, hot?
Yue Qingqing didn’t expose him, lightly coughing, "Then I’ll dry my hair."
Jiang Jingze immediately stood up, took a hairdryer from the cabinet, and gestured for Yue Qingqing to stand in front of the mirror.
Because of the ever-present paparazzi, Yue Qingqing couldn’t continue living at the school.
Otherwise, it would only cause trouble for her roommates, having them harassed daily too.
So Yue Qingqing moved to where Jiang Jingze was living.
Jiang Jingze had already prepared everything she needed in advance.
From toiletries to everything else.
Yue Qingqing didn’t even need to bring a suitcase, just come directly.
The hum of the hairdryer echoed in the room, Jiang Jingze’s long fingers weaving through the girl’s hair.
His movements were gentle, as if caring for a rare treasure.
Jiang Jingze looked down, following the girl’s pale neck, his gaze lingering on the round shoulders faintly visible under the bathrobe.
His nostrils suddenly filled with heat.
Yue Qingqing noticed Jiang Jingze’s hesitation and turned her head slightly to look through the mirror.
Even without makeup, her face appeared very charming, the faint pink from the bathroom still lingering.
Her lips were a vibrant red, like strawberry jelly.
Making one want to savor them thoroughly.
This thought made Jiang Jingze take a deep breath, realizing how vulnerable his self-control was when facing Qingqing.
Because it was her, and only her.
Yue Qingqing didn’t notice anything unusual, and continued to lower her head, letting Jiang Jingze dry her hair.
Finger pads gently massaged her scalp, along with the soft hum of the hairdryer, making Yue Qingqing’s eyelids droop with drowsiness.
A soft laugh came from behind.
Yue Qingqing blinked and was suddenly lifted into the air.
She instinctively wrapped her arms around Jiang Jingze’s neck, looking at him with mock anger, only to meet his eyes.
Such beautiful eyes, like time-traveling amber, tempting one to explore the depth of emotion within them.
Before Yue Qingqing could snap out of her daze, she was carried to the bed by Jiang Jingze.
Her body felt light, sinking into a soft embrace.
The man leaned over her from above.
"Wait, wait a moment." For once, Yue Qingqing was flustered, like a deer caught in a trap, her eyes wet with helplessness.
Since starting college, their late-night chats had increasingly involved topics previously unfamiliar.
Yue Qingqing naturally understood what might happen next.
In her heart, Yue Qingqing didn’t doubt her feelings for Jiang Jingze, nor did she doubt his feelings for her.
She didn’t quite feel ready, although everything seemed to be falling into place, she was still afraid of what might come next.
Her Heartbeat was too fast, Yue Qingqing felt as if she were trapped within his arms.
Looking up from below, Jiang Jingze appeared particularly dangerous at this moment.
His eyes deep, lips curving into a subtle smile.
Yet he was extraordinarily captivating—
Yue Qingqing clutched her chest, her bathrobe slightly opening, her breathing unconsciously becoming rapid.