Chapter 7 Part2 (1/2)

Jia He's a little confused!

Chapter 7.2 — A Sudden Rumoured Romance (2)

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”Sorry.” She hastened to apologize. The next instant, her hand slipped against the side of the pot, and burning herself, she hissed through her teeth.

Seriously, the more anxious she was, the more she messed things up.

Out of reflex, she pinched her earlobe. ”Teacher Yi, let me wash it.”

Before her words were finished, though, Yi Wenze had already twisted on the faucet and put her hand under the stream of water. The water flowed along his fingers down onto her hand. As he was blocking most of the light, Jia He could only see the running water before her and her own hand. She was utterly unable to control the waves of scorching heat that were already coursing through body.

It seemed like a very long time before he shut off the water and, gently pulling her, turned her around.

Jia He dared not make any movement. Her gaze flitted around, from the b.u.t.ton of his s.h.i.+rt to the two bowls of noodles on the counter. Only a tiny package of sesame oil, about the size of a thumb, had been poured into each bowl, but its aroma suffused through the entire room. Simply looking at those bowls made her stomach rumble in hunger.

”If we don't hurry and eat the noodles, they're not going to taste good anymore…” She spoke up, wanting to turn to grab the noodles.

His back against the marble counter, with one hand, he drew her into the circle of his arms. Her frame was tiny and was nearly engulfed within his embrace. She did not dare move. Only the heat of her body was rising incessantly, so hot it could sear.

His voice lowered. ”Jia He.”

”Hmm?” She lifted her head.

”If you don't want to, just let me know.”

Merely nine words. But before she had pieced them together in her mind to make them into a cohesive sentence, he had already brought his face down and was kissing her.

In the beginning, he simply tested tentatively, his kisses sometimes light, sometimes firmer, inch by inch caressing her with his lips, waiting for her to adjust to this.

After quite some time, he finally gently teased open her lips and kissed her deeply. This was their first kiss, yet surprisingly they merged together so easily, so deeply. He was not hurried in the least. They had this suitable time, this suitable place, and this long night in which no one would disturb them… Until the tip of his tongue ever so lightly feathered across the roof of her mouth. A quiver raced through Jia He, and from her lips a faint moan escaped, so light it was barely perceptible.

But what this brought in exchange was his even more thorough a.s.sailment.

At first, it was not clear who was trying to escape and who was giving chase. In the end, though, there was nothing but surrender, to utterly submit and fall into this moment…

Only when he finally released her did she slowly open her eyes, the view before her going from stark white to the deep black of his eyes, but she only stared blankly.

Extending an arm, he lightly flicked Jia He's forehead with his finger. ”Let's have noodles.”

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And then he was the one to pick up the two bowls of noodles and stroll out to the dining room first, turning on the lights.

She, however, still stood in the same spot, watching as he stepped out. Her mind was filled only with that picture from a moment ago, the scent on him of cigarettes, that embrace that nearly squeezed the breath out of her, and also… that very ungenerous sentence of his.

Her lips had already been sealed. Even if she hadn't wanted to, how was she supposed to tell him? …

And then Jia He decided, this sentence had to be written into a script somewhere—it couldn't be wasted.

”It doesn't taste good?” Seeing that she was practically eating one noodle at a time, Yi Wenze could not help laughing.

Jia He picked up another single noodle with her chopsticks and carefully put it between her teeth. ”It tastes really good.”

This absolutely was not a lie; it really was delicious.

He watched her with a smile, not saying anything. Finally, when she grew abashed beneath his gaze, he asked, ”So, just how many noodles are in that bowl, Miss Jia He?”

Jia He gave an ”Ah?” Hearing him laugh aloud, she slowly, half a beat behind, caught on that she was being poked fun at.

The hanging light in the dining room, brand-new, was enclosed in a deep-red paper lamp shade.

Seriously, it tinged the atmosphere with absolutely the most suggestiveness possible.

Cradling her bowl between her hands, Jia He took a sip of the noodle's soup. She was about to say something when a sound was heard coming from the entryway of the home. Immediately, like she had just been a thief, she plopped down her bowl and rushed to get some words in before Wu Zhilun could open his mouth. ”Why are you so late?”

Giving a start, Wu Zhilun looked at her with a bemused expression. ”You guys are waiting for me?”

After asking this, he took in the current appearance of those two people and also the noodles in front of them and added, ”You're waiting for me to have a late-night snack with you?”

Embarra.s.sed, Jia He at once stood. ”There's still a box of noodles. If you want to eat, I'll cook some now.”

Wu Zhilun looked at her, then looked at Yi Wenze, then looked back at her again.

”Did the fever burn your fan's brain and now she's gone silly? Or did she suddenly discover that she's actually more my fan?”

”You can just forget that. Jia He doesn't like men whose looks are too girly.” Appearing out of nowhere like a wraith, Qiao Qiao, a gla.s.s in hand, walked over to the bar counter and poured some water. ”I'm hungry, too. Just make both of ours together.”

Why… was everyone suddenly popping out?

Rattled, her scalp feeling like it was tingling, Jia He jogged into the kitchen, made two bowls of noodles for them, and carried those back out. Seeing that Yi Wenze had finished eating, she straightaway began tidying away his bowl and chopsticks as well and took them to wash, not daring to look anymore at any of the expressions on those several people's faces. At last completely done with waiting on those two obtruders who had suddenly bounded their way in, she returned to her room. Feeling terribly confused and twisted inside herself, she bunched the blanket into a mound, hugged it against herself, and stared vacantly.

What could that be considered as? An instance of being unable to restrain their emotions?

In the right place and right time, there was a stirring of feelings, so they had filled some of their loneliness?

Her heart was beating fast one moment, slow the next, and she was increasingly agitated.

So, she decided simply to pick up her mobile phone and look at the calendar, planning on calling tomorrow to book a plane ticket and go to Beijing.

”Can't sleep?” Qiao Qiao walked in and closed the door, the smile on her face suggestive. ”I can't sleep either. How about we chat?”

Jia He glowered at her, a persistent feeling in her that Qiao Qiao had seen something and was just not saying anything. It was not as if she could outright ask her, though, and so she could only respond with a sullen ”humph.” ”I slept for the whole day. Of course I can't fall asleep.”

Kicking off her slippers, Qiao Qiao clambered onto the bed and yanked the blanket from her arms. ”Ask me! How come you're not asking me?”

Jia He turned her back to Qiao Qiao and held her silence. But in reality, her heart was flip-flopping rapidly, and she wished with all her might she could burrow herself beneath the bed.

”Were you the one who initiated it or was he?” Qiao Qiao shuffled up beside her.

Jia He almost rolled off the bed. ”You saw it all?”