CHAPTER 222: CHAPTER 222

After sighing, he mused, "Aside from being a bit young, this girl is quite a match for Professor Jackson..."

Before he could finish, Lia Chester gave him a blank look.

Then left directly.

It was too shocking, truly too shocking.

She hadn’t heard that Koa Jackson had a girlfriend?

And such a young girl at that.

Look at that petite figure,

Koa Jackson even called her... little girl?

With a smile in his eyes, he was affectionate and intimate without avoiding others, showing none of his usual icy demeanor.

Lia Chester could hardly accept it.

——

Koa Jackson quickly changed his clothes.

Coming out again——

Mia Ginger was obediently waiting in place, covering her mouth with a yawn.

He sighed helplessly, stepped forward, took her hand, and said with a slight reproach, "Coming over so late, do you know how dangerous it is?"

"Huh?" Mia Ginger looked up at him and retorted, "Not dangerous. I’m twenty, not twelve."

"No more of this in the future." Koa Jackson raised his hand to tap her forehead, "Did you hear me?"

"Huh?" Mia Ginger was stunned again, "Then what if I want to find you in the future?"

"I’ll come to find you."

"That’s no good." Mia Ginger hugged his arm, speaking as they walked, "Making you run back and forth like that is tiring."

"It’s okay." Koa Jackson lowered his gaze to glance at her.

"But I feel distressed." Mia Ginger puffed her cheeks a bit helplessly, "I can’t bear it."

The speaker had no intention, but the listener was moved.

Koa Jackson withdrew his arm and instead wrapped it around her shoulder, his voice becoming gentler, "Then don’t come over so late in the future, understand? If you come again, I might get angry next time."

"Okay," Mia Ginger bit her lip, furrowing her brow, "How late is considered late?"

"After seven o’clock." Koa Jackson said earnestly.

Mia Ginger was a bit speechless, didn’t agree, and didn’t speak for a while.

"Did you hear?" Koa Jackson raised his hand to pinch her face.

Mia Ginger let out an "Ouch," almost shedding tears, and said aggrievedly, "That really hurts."

"..."

Koa Jackson instinctively withdrew his hand, paused his steps, pinched her chin with one hand, and bent slightly, a little stunned when he looked.

A real red mark was indeed left on the soft, pale face.

Did he pinch that?

Even though he knew her fragile nature, at this moment, he felt quite helpless.

This girl seemed to be made of paper.

She couldn’t be poked or touched.

"It didn’t really hurt." Seeing his handsome eyebrows knit together, Mia Ginger quickly added, tiptoeing to touch his eyebrow seriously, "Brother Jackson, you should stop frowning, you look kind of scary when you’re angry."

Scary?

Koa Jackson was hearing someone describe him with this word for the first time.

"Not really that scary," seeing his expression change slightly, Mia Ginger hated herself for not being able to bite off her own tongue, and quickly corrected, "Just when you’re angry, people feel kind of afraid."

"Still remembering that day?" Koa Jackson suddenly asked.

Mia Ginger fell silent, not saying a word.

Koa Jackson touched her face and after a while, his expression serious, said, "I forgot to say that day, I’m sorry. Were you very upset?"

"Not really." Mia Ginger raised her hand to hug his arm again, rubbing against it as she spoke, "Just felt a little bit wronged."

Koa Jackson smiled.

As they talked, they arrived at the parking spot. Just as he unlocked the car, he hesitated again.

Looking down at the little girl rubbing against his arm, he inquired, "Tired? Why don’t we stay at the apartment outside? The one you visited last time."

"Hmm," Mia Ginger pondered quietly, narrowing her eyes, "What about you? Are you very tired?"

"It’s okay."

"Since that’s the case, we should return to the big villa."

Cloudy Capital holds many memories of the two, and it’s been a long time since she visited, she misses it dearly.

"Alright." Koa Jackson opened the front passenger door, pushed her in, buckled her seatbelt, and then walked around to the other side.

——

One in the morning.

The two finally reached home.

All around was quiet, only the chirping of insects audible from somewhere.

Koa Jackson held Mia Ginger’s hand, passed through several long corridors, and stopped outside the room she had once stayed in.

Reaching out to touch her hair, he smiled and reminded, "Sleep early."

"Hmm," Mia Ginger’s inky black eyes turned, looking at him with her head tilted, "Can we be together?"

"..." Koa Jackson was taken aback for a moment.

Mia Ginger held his slender hand with both hands, rubbing it haphazardly, like a child unwilling to part, and said coquettishly, "Anyway, your bed is so big, it’s no problem to sleep two people."

Her eyes had a bright gleam, yet they were honest and clear.

Koa Jackson suddenly understood.

What she meant by together was just sleeping, nothing else.

"Is it okay?" Mia Ginger asked softly again.

She felt that this was unlike her, without hesitation or reservation, approaching him like a moth drawn to a flame.

But she couldn’t control herself.

She had never been so out of control, but now, every time she faced Koa Jackson, many words always came out faster than thoughts, directly blurting out.

Her feelings for him seemed like a volcanic eruption.

After being dormant for so long, once stirred, the boiling lava erupted suddenly.

Too intense, even she felt pain.

Being with him, every nerve in her body was both joyful and painful, her heart too, the heartbeat was beyond her control, sometimes skipping a beat as if she would suffocate the next moment.

Turns out this is how love feels.

Turns out being in love feels like this, making one obsessed and wild, yearning for life and death.

An extreme joy, and an extreme suffering.

Mia Ginger was too nervous.

After asking, she actually felt embarrassed, but the words were like water thrown out.

She had no room for regret, holding Koa Jackson’s slightly cool hand with both of hers, her racing heart almost leaping into her throat, too shy to speak or talk, she clearly knew, once she spoke, her trembling voice would surely betray her unease and tension.

She was already tense enough, couldn’t be more so.

If she got more nervous, she would look down on herself.

Though it was only a matter of moments, she felt as if a century had passed.

She was waiting for Koa Jackson to speak, like a prisoner on the brink of life and death, waiting for a judge’s verdict.