Tang Jingci didnât dare to move. From the corner of her eye, she could see a certain someoneâs high nose bridge. When he turned his head, she could kiss his face. Why did he suddenly get so close?!
âWhen did you start applying hand oil?â Qiao Xiyan looked straight ahead. His breathing was steady, but his voice was hoarse from smoking for a long time. He had just finished exercising, and there was a faint smell of sweat on his bodyâ¦
It was the hormonal scent unique to men!
It was so strong that it made her legs go weak. âWhen I was ten years old.â Tang Jingci curled herself up, trying her best to avoid physical contact with him.
âDo your hands hurt?â
âTheyâre fineâ¦â
âThe skin on your hands is almost worn out.â
âIf a girlâs hands are full of calluses, it will be difficult for her to find a partner in the futureâ¦â Tang Jingci was also a girl. She also hoped that her entire body would be fair and tender. Not only were the calluses rough, but her entire hands would also look heavy.
âA man who really likes you wonât care about your hands.â Qiao Xiyan put down the knife and tilted his head to look at her. His scorching breath landed on her face, making her tremble.
âTang Jingci, donât think that you can write off what happened that night just because you gave me a set of knives. I know you rememberâ¦â
Tang Jingci stiffened.
Her heart was trembling from nervousness, but he was pressing closer and closer. She had no way out. The manâs aura was too strong.
Normally, Tang Jingci would have kicked him. But now that she had made a mistake, she could only endure it.
âDonât think about dismissing it so easily⦠âYou didnât sleep all night yesterday. Rest well, and thenâ¦â Qiao Xiyan put down the carving knife and reached out to press her shoulder. Her heart skipped a beat. âGive me an explanation!â âWhat happened that nightâ¦â Tang Jingci was still pretending to be stupid.
âYou donât remember?â Qiao Xiyan rubbed the stone.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âCome find me after you rest. Iâll tell you exactly what happened.â
The manâs laughter was low and pressed against her ear, making her heart palpitate wildly. It was killing her!
With that, Qiao Xiyan turned to leave.
Before leaving, he put away the carving knives and thanked her.
Only after hearing the door close did Tang Jingci come back to her senses. She lowered her head and knocked it against the table twice.
Itâs already been a few days. Why is he still conflicted about this? Besides, as a man, he didnât lose anything. Is there a need to be so calculative?!
How am I going to explain it? Tang Jingci let out a long sigh. When she looked up, she saw the cursive characters on the stone.
The strokes were wild as they wrote the words âTang Jingciâ. She reached out to rub the stone, and a small splash appeared in her heart.
He learned cursive. His handwriting is really nice.
***
On the other side, Duan Linbai didnât go home to rest directly. Instead, he went back to the company to find someone to implement the various suggestions proposed by Tang Jingci.
âDraw up new details today and send them to my inbox!â Although Duan Linbai was a night owl, he never stayed up until daybreak. He was already exhausted.
He was worried that his parents would scold him if he went home, so he hid at Jing Hanchuanâs house to catch up on sleep.
âHanchuan, Iâm about to die of exhaustion. Wake me up before dinner!â Duan Linbai went straight to the guest room without even taking off his clothes.
Duan Linbai slept until he woke up naturally. He looked at the time and saw that it was already past four in the afternoon. He took a quick shower and went downstairs to find something to eat. He was extremely hungry.
Before getting downstairs, he heard Fu Chenâs voice. Yo, why is this guy here?
Duan Linbai rushed downstairs and found that Fu Sinian and Yu Manxi were both here. âWhy is everyone here?â
âTo discuss something.â Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.
âWhat are you talking about? There are so many people here.â Duan Linbai yawned, picked up the orange on the table, peeled it, and started eating.
âWe need Hanchuanâs help with Sinian and Little Yuâs wedding venue.â âWhich venue? Canât your family handle it?â Duan Linbai asked casually. âActually, our family has a place suitable for marriage. Unfortunately, the two of you donât like it.â âLingnan.â After Fu Chen finished speaking, Duan Linbai almost choked on the orange.
âThird Fu, arenât you getting our Little Sixth Jing to die?!â Yu Manxi didnât know what was going on and was confused. She and Fu Sinian had tried to contact that family, but it didnât work out. They didnât want to ask Old Master Fu for help with the venue either. It wasnât right to make him worry.
Moreover, if Old Master Fu opened his mouth, it would be fine if the family agreed. But if they didnât, Old Master Fu wouldnât have anywhere to put his face. Fu Chen said that they could find Jing Hanchuan. He would definitely be able to contact that family.