Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 124 Xiaoyi, give me a chance
The two people suddenly got close.

Jin Yanchen used her hand to dry her with a towel. His breath was hot and water dripped down, splashing into Jian Yi's heart.

Her whole body was stiff, but surprisingly she was not repelled by Jin Yanchen's aura.

So she could only sigh in despair, her back pressed against the man's chest, which was hot and had the clear sound of his heartbeat.

Jian Yi asked: "Jin Yanchen, what are you thinking about?"

Jin Yanchen buried his face in her neck and hugged her tightly.

After a while, he slowly raised his head and turned his face to the side, and his eyelashes just brushed her cheek.

Jian Yi's body trembled so much that even she couldn't control it, and she heard Jin Yanchen laughing softly in her ear.

He said teasingly: "I actually want to kiss you."

Meng Lang and Xia Liu were frank with him, and he looked at her and smiled solemnly.

"I have this idea, but whether I can put it into action depends on your agreement."

Jian Yi bent down slightly, and she saw the water surface was like a mirror, reflecting her infatuated face. The towel that had just been wrung out was thrown in again, and for a moment the water was rippled, and her heart was also in turmoil.

She simply turned around in his arms, resting her forehead against his chin, and raised her head slightly so that their eyes met.

Jin Yanchen's breathing stagnated.

Jian Yi reached out and pressed on his collar. Three inches below there was his heart. She pressed down with her sharp nails and spoke in a joking tone imitating his.

"Kiss me, but I won't be responsible after the kiss."

"Yes, I am willing to do so."

Jin Yanchen's eyes deepened, he leaned over and kissed her, his chest heaving with his emotions pressed against her thin and straight collarbone, his breath pressing down like a wall.

Behind Jian Yi was the old locust tree at home. She turned her head and sniffed carefully, and could faintly smell the scent of gardenia coming from the street.

Jin Yanchen flicked her earlobe with his finger and whispered in her ear.

"Xiaoyi, give me a chance."

"I want to give you a legitimate answer, an answer about your secret love."

Jian Yi moved her lips, said "no need", turned her face away and stopped looking at him.

She felt Jin Yanchen pause for a moment. This sentence sounded like a verdict, and it was the answer he expected.

However, she was still unwilling to selfishly stay with him.

She would rather he live a life of boundless wandering, following the wind at will. It was just like how he was now keeping a low profile, trying hard to figure out the love, hate, anger and stupidity of the world.

Jin Yanchen seemed helpless: "Then there is nothing I can do."

"Who told me to meet you?"

No one can resist this sentence.

Jian Yi felt like her soul was about to be ignited. She, this isolated island, had found a shore to inhabit. She stretched out her arms greedily to hug him, and mumbled, "Let's go and see."

Because of her words, Jin Yanchen laughed deeply.

He curled the corners of his lips, picked up the pillow beside him and placed it under her waist, then chuckled.

"Then just keep walking."
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The air was quiet and neither of them spoke.

Jian Yi squinted her eyes and vaguely saw Jin Yanchen hooking his hands and groping in the drawer of the bedside table.

His shirt was slightly wrinkled, and the muscle lines revealed as he bent over were smooth and powerful, giving off an inexplicably fascinating vibe.

Jian Yi casually picked up a pillow and threw it at him, saying unhappily, "How could I have something like that here?"

"You haven't had a boyfriend in the past few years?" Jin Yanchen keenly caught the details in her words, raised his eyebrows and smiled, his voice low and hoarse, lingering around like a gossamer.

Unable to resist the sound of her heartbeat, Jian Yi subconsciously kept a safe distance from him.

Jin Yanchen looked over indifferently. He leaned against her with his arms propped up. His shoulder blades bulged out like camel humps, and the shadows hanging on the wall seemed to completely cover her body, as if a simple hug would satisfy him.

When his gentle breath came over, Jian Yi closed her eyes and fell straight into his warmth.

She looked up hopelessly and nostalgically. The obsession was real, and the love and hate were also real.

In this life, Jin Yanchen's name is destined to be engraved in her life.

The next morning, Jin Yanchen was called up.

His mind was still unclear, the smell in the air had not yet dissipated, the window was wide open, and when the wind blew in, there was the scent of flowers, bringing a comfortable and refreshing fragrance.

The breakfast was simple, two slices of toast and an egg as a sandwich, and there was a cup of freshly heated milk on the table. Jin Yanchen put his finger over it and found the temperature was just right. He laughed and said nonchalantly, "I'm a little flattered."

Jian Yi rolled her eyes at him, waved the spatula in the air, and unceremoniously ordered him to leave.

"It's time for you to go to work."

Before leaving, Jin Yanchen turned back, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, blending in the morning mist.

"Can I come again next time?"

Jin Yanchen suddenly leaned over and whispered in her ear. Jian Yi blushed and turned her head away. The next second, she pushed him out the door, and the light brown wooden door closed in front of him without hesitation.

At the moment the door closed, I could still seem to hear Le Yanzhou's evil laughter.

Jian Yi took a deep breath and ran to the second floor rooftop. She looked down from a distance and saw Jin Yanchen wearing a black shirt and a wrinkled suit on his arm. The suit was the evidence of their hug yesterday, and now it was in the hands of the instigator, as if the evidence was laid out in front of her.

She still loves Jin Yanchen.

No matter how long we've been apart, it's hard to suppress the excitement when we meet.

It always feels better to admit it than to avoid it.

Jian Yi stood on the rooftop, propped up by her arms and looked down. The wind blew up a corner of her nightgown, and Jin Yanchen's Bugatti was parked on the side of the road.

Suddenly, the man with big strides seemed to sense something and turned around to give her a casual smile.

At that moment, time stopped for Jian Yi.

She watched him drive away, watched the Bugatti drive back into the surging crowd, watched him hurriedly immersed in the vanity, her heart was completely focused on this.

When Jin Yanchen arrived at the company, it was exactly a quarter of an hour before ten o'clock.

He went to the lounge to change his clothes, and when he came out, Mo Yucheng was waiting for him at the door, cigarette in hand.

Mo Yucheng glanced at him and said with interest, "Your neck has a story."

Jin Yanchen touched his neck and said, "It was a mosquito bite."

"No one would believe you if you said that."

Mo Yucheng sneered, raised his chin and pointed, "You have to come back to change clothes after being bitten by a mosquito?"

Jin Yanchen was really bitten by a mosquito.

The Jian family's place is on a low floor, and the area near the window is full of mosquitoes. He didn't notice it last night and got bitten by several insects. He only discovered it when he woke up in the morning.

In the morning, Jian Yi put a Band-Aid on his neck.

Jin Yanchen said coldly: "Putting a band-aid on a wound in the middle of summer is even more suspicious."

"If you go out like this, people will definitely misunderstand you." Jian Yi started looking for something in the drawers. She took out a concealer that she rarely used. The cosmetics had a little smell. As soon as she opened it, Jin Yanchen leaned back and refused to let her use it no matter what.

The young master has precious skin, and with the light shining from his head, the few red spots on his cold white skin look particularly shocking.