CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: JIANG JINGMING: MAY I KISS YOU?

In the next half hour, He Xiulan explained the whole situation to Wei Guo and Ning Yayan.

"How could there be such an uncle? It’s really too much!"

Wei Guo frowned deeply as well.

Ning Yayan asked, "And that little Sang Yu you mentioned?"

He Xiulan replied, "Little Sang Yu is a good kid, she wasn’t spoiled by her uncle and aunt. Once you see this child, you’ll definitely like her."

Hearing He Xiulan praise Sang Yu like that sparked Ning Yayan’s curiosity.

"Let’s invite Jingming and Sang Yu to dinner later."

He Xiulan hesitated, "Well, I need to ask Jingming first."

"Alright, alright, go ask." Ning Yayan urged.

He Xiulan picked up the phone in the living room and dialed Jiang Jingming.

After a while, the call was finally answered.

"Jingming, it’s Auntie."

Jiang Jingming’s voice came through the receiver, "Auntie, what’s up?"

He Xiulan said, "Here’s the thing, Wei Lai is back from abroad and is at the house today. Your uncle is planning to book a private room at a restaurant for both families to have dinner together. You and Sang Yu should also come along."

Jiang Jingming looked up at the second floor, everything was quiet.

"Sorry, Auntie, today might not work. Please apologize to Uncle Wei for me." Jiang Jingming said.

He Xiulan replied, "I see, alright, I understand."

As soon as He Xiulan hung up, Ning Yayan asked, "So?"

He Xiulan shook her head, "Jingming is still injured, I forgot about that, so it might not be possible for him to come today."

"Jingming’s injured? When did this happen? Is it serious?" Ning Yayan inquired.

He Xiulan said, "With Jingming’s profession, injuries are inevitable. It’s nothing serious now."

"That’s good, we can wait for another time then."

"Yes, that works." He Xiulan nodded slightly.

As they were preparing to leave, Wei Qing was looking around, searching for something.

"What’s wrong?" Wei Lai asked, puzzled.

Wei Qing shook his head, "Nothing."

Wei Lai pouted and got into the car.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Wei Qing’s eyes as he followed into the car.

...

Sang Yu had been avoiding him for two days.

In those two days, except when eating, she hadn’t left her room at all.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

This time, Jiang Jingming didn’t let Sang Yu leave immediately.

At the moment Sang Yu put down her bowl, Jiang Jingming stood up and blocked her path.

Sang Yu was in a hurry, and his sudden appearance caught her off guard.

She almost collided directly into him, but remembering the man was still injured, she stopped in her tracks.

As a result, due to inertia, she almost fell backward.

Jiang Jingming’s pupils contracted, and he quickly reached out, wrapping one arm around her delicate waist, which felt smaller than his palm.

Slender and soft, is this what a woman’s body feels like?

Jiang Jingming gently pulled, drawing her directly into his arms.

Sang Yu lay against Jiang Jingming’s chest, her heart racing as if it would leap out at any moment.

This seemed to be their first intimate contact like this.

Unless the author remembered wrong•ᴗ•

The man had a unique scent, like agarwood.

It gave off a steady, yet slightly inaccessible feeling.

Leaning against his chest, she could feel the beating of his heart. In that moment, it seemed like their two hearts were connected by some medium.

The rhythm of their heartbeats was the same.

The man looked down at the obedient girl in his arms, a smile unconsciously forming at the corners of his mouth.

After a while, Sang Yu realized in hindsight that their position might be a bit too ambiguous.

She quickly reached out to push Jiang Jingming away.

But as soon as she touched him, she heard the man’s muffled groan.

"What’s wrong? Did I touch your wound?" Sang Yu dared not move.

Where was the pain in Jiang Jingming’s eyes? There was only satisfaction.

"A little." The man’s voice seemed to carry a hint of restraint.

Sang Yu truly thought she’d touched his wound, hurriedly saying, "Then let go of me quickly."

She didn’t dare move, afraid of touching the man’s wound again.

"Wait a moment, okay?" The man’s voice whispered in her ear, carrying a hint of weak pleading.

It seemed she couldn’t refuse.

Thus, they held each other, and Sang Yu became even more nervous.

His breath, his heartbeat, his scent were all so distinct.

Especially since he had just spoken such words to her, and she had decided to try accepting him.

After a while, the man slowly released his hold: "Sorry, I was presumptuous."

A charming blush spread across Sang Yu’s cheeks, "No, it’s okay."

The man’s deep, dark eyes fixed intently on Sang Yu in front of him, "Sang Yu, have you thought things through?"

She knew he would ask, but when she actually heard him say it, she still felt nervous.

She could even sense the man’s gaze.

"Mm." Sang Yu’s voice was very soft.

But he still heard it.

His eyes carried a hint of tension and urgency, "What is your answer?"

Sang Yu bit her lip and whispered, "I, I’m willing to try."

Try to accept you, and try to embrace this world.

Hearing her words, the smile on his lips widened, the joy even showing in his eyes, "Good, thank you."

The blush on her face became more pronounced, an indescribable allure.

Thinking back to the dream he had that night when they slept together.

Jiang Jingming’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, a hint of desire gradually appearing in his eyes.

He asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "May I kiss you?"

The moment he asked, Sang Yu looked up sharply, seeing the man’s gaze on her, her face flushed even more.

Watching her panic like a startled fawn, Jiang Jingming slowly leaned closer.

Just like that night.

Sang Yu forgot to dodge, as if she was rooted in place.

His gaze was like a pool of autumn water, slowly drawing her into his world.

The man’s breath lightly brushed against her face, and she instinctively closed her eyes.

Clutching the hem of her clothing tightly.

The next second, the man’s lips fell on her cheek, cool and tender.

Sang Yu’s eyelashes fluttered, and in the stillness, their heartbeats could be heard.

In no time at all, the man withdrew.

Sang Yu slowly opened her eyes, seeing the man in front of her smiling as he looked at her.

In a hurry, she stepped back two steps and said, "I, I’ll go upstairs first."

Before the man could respond, Sang Yu quickly ran upstairs.

Until she disappeared into her room.

Leaning against the door, she touched her heart; it was so scary, it felt like it would jump out.

Indeed, no matter how much you’ve seen, nothing compares to experiencing it once.

As a soul from the twenty-first century, hasn’t she seen enough intimate scenes?

But when it’s her turn, it’s still a bit too stimulating.

Downstairs, Jiang Jingming couldn’t suppress the smile on his face.

His long, slender fingers touched his lips, the soft, sweet sensation still so vivid.

Just like in the dream...

Outside the window, the full moon hung high, yet neither of the two people in the rooms had fallen asleep.