Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“And what if I decide not to let you go?” Song Wenxin’s words had roused something in him, and Jiang Beihan’s usually cool and emotionless face showed signs of interest and curiosity.
What if he decided to not let her go? Would he then be branded a bad guy?
This notion of assessing whether a person was good or bad based totally on physical appearance was really stupid!
Song Wenxin became very worried by his question.
Seeing her hesitation and unease, his dark eyes flashed devilishly as he decided to tease her.
He leaned forward and put his arms on the bed, one on each side of her body, effectively imprisoning her.
Then, he deliberately lowered his head, very slowly… until his thin lips touched hers.
Shocked, Song Wenxin tried frantically to push him away, but her hands were locked swiftly in a tight grip by one of his hands, which he had lifted off the bed.
And she could feel his breath, warm and damp, fanning her face; a tantalizing breath… that caused her heart to miss a beat.
She felt a rush of emotion–of panic, confusion, and also fear.
Scared out of her wits, she had opened her mouth in an attempt to bite at his lips, but, somehow, he seemed to have predicted her next move and pulled his lips away suddenly, successfully evading her attack!
“So, what about now?” he taunted, narrowing his eyes as he used his palm to cup her chin, resting his slender thumb on her trembling lips and gently rubbing.
His eyes shone darkly as he stared intently at her lips–those lips that had almost made him lose control just a short while ago.
He could not understand why or how that kiss–a feathery, light kiss–could have had such an impact on him, causing him to breathe unevenly.
It was at that moment when he had almost lost his self-control.
He, who had always prided himself on his excellent power of self-control, had had a near miss today.
Song Wenxin glared at him for a while. At such a close range, she discovered that this man’s facial features were even more attractive than she had imagined.
Ultimately, it was the crystal residue on his lips that seemed to remind her of something, and she immediately raised her hand to brush away his hand that had been caressing her lips. Then, she raised her arm and began wiping her lips subconsciously on her sleeve.
There still remained the lingering taste of his breath on her lips.
As he watched her wiping her lips violently, Jiang Beihan became upset and frowned, his eyes radiating anger.
So, did she find him repulsive?
Very well!
“Ha, what about now? Do you still think I’m a good guy?” He taunted her with a sneer, eyebrows raised.
Would she still stand by her earlier opinion of him?
Song Wenxin stared wide-eyed at him, her face flushed with anger, and, in the next instant, shook her head vehemently.
She had said that he was a good guy just to make him feel good about himself… in fact, she did not think that he was a good person at all.
“So, do you mean that I am a bad guy?” Amused at her unease and confusion, Jiang Beihan could not resist asking further.
Song Wenxin wanted so much to nod in response to his latest question but had decided to hold back in the end.
Under the circumstances, she was definitely not going to provoke him, knowing full well that the consequences would be unfavorable to her!
Biting her lip, she took some time to calm herself down before transforming herself into a victim, looking at him.
Her big eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to overflow at any time. She was a picture of misery that would generate sympathy from anyone.
“Bro, please let me go. Pretty please? I’m still young… still a flower yet to bloom fully for our beloved country. I don’t feel well today, and my body is average. It is nothing to rave about, so it would be an insult to you,” she said, her eyes trailing down her body in a critical assessment of her physical assets.
At her words, he took her lead and followed her gaze as she examined her physical assets.
“Indeed, nothing to rave about,” he agreed, nodding.