Editor:Â Atlas Studios
Qiao Nian glanced at him with a probing gaze.
Ye Wangchuanâs face was clear and lazy as if he did not feel her gaze. He leaned over and pulled her back. âCome here. Iâll dry your hair for you.â
Before entering, he said he would help Qiao Nian blow dry her hair. In the end, he had been delayed for almost half an hour.
Qiao Nian touched the end of her hair drying naturally. The corners of her eyes were frivolous as she indifferently said, âItâs fine. Let it dry naturally.â
Then, her gaze swept across a certain someoneâs face. She thought for a moment and said, âAunt Yuan has an untouched raw stone thatâs very suitable as a gift.â
She remembered Yuan Yongqin telling her about the raw stone of the suet jade. The size and shape were very suitable for making small accessories.
Wen Ruxia was considered an acquaintance of hers.
She had invited her so many times. Since she decided to go this time, she would at least not go empty-handed.
Ye Wangchuan understood what she meant and nodded. He didnât say anything about it. âIf you want to give it, go ahead.â
âReally?â Qiao Nian glanced at him again.
Ye Wangchuan smiled and leaned back slightly, showing a careless arrogance. âWho asked me to be a freeloader?â
He didnât say he was angry, but his every move screamed it.
Qiao Nian rubbed her eyebrows and said helplessly, âI donât even know the person youâre talking about.â
He had just told her that Wen Ziyu liked her.
She had no idea at all.
âItâs fine, he knows you.â Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes, their beauty reflecting the light coming through the window, looking careless and lazy.
He didnât know why he had risked saying this, but he had already said it when he realized it.
Annoyed and frustrated, Qiao Nian stood up and moved aside. Suddenly, she turned around, lowered her head, and bit his thin lips, leaving a bite mark.
Then, she raised her head and glared at him. âYou usually attract a lot of attention.â
Ye Wangchuan felt a sharp pain on his lips. In an instant, it was as if he had been electrocuted. Electricity flowed up his tailbone as he stood motionlessly, with his long legs crossed and his neck exposed, as if he wanted Qiao Nian to bite him as she pleased.
âWhen?â
âWhat do you think?â
âI canât remember.â
ââ¦â
Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes. It was as if a stone was pressing down on her heart. The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. She buried her head in his neck and collarbone, biting him once more.
This time, she used more strength and gritted her teeth before letting go. She pulled away and looked at the red mark on his collarbone.
Only after slightly venting her anger did the anger in her heart dissipate.
Qiao Nian raised her hand to pull her cap, only to realize she wasnât wearing it. She slowly lowered her hand, her beautiful eyes dry, as she patted his hand. âAlright, I wonât give it to him. Iâll listen to you.â
It was rare for her to change her mind after making a decision. This time, he âforcefullyâ changed her mind.
Qiao Nian wasnât used to being influenced by others but was not appalled by it. She let out a sigh and did not dwell on this small matter.
âBy the way, what time tomorrow?â
âSeven oâclock.â
Ye Wangchuan touched the spot on his collarbone where he had been bitten, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He didnât know if he had been possessed just now. Why did it change from teasing her to arguing about the gift?