Jingxia Rose

Chapter 72: I like you, and I'm pursuing you.

Ji Xuan's mind was still reeling from the shock.

The feelings and excitement she had been trying so hard to ignore these past few days finally became clear at this moment.

It turns out that those weren't illusions, nor were they just wishful thinking on her part.

it is true……

But... it's still so unbelievable.

Receiving no response, Wen Qi looked down at her dazed and absent-minded face, paused for a few seconds, then seemed to understand. He pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "Did you see it?"

"what?"

The sudden sound jolted Ji Xuan's thoughts back like a spring, and he subconsciously asked a question in return.

Wen Qi looked at the people coming and going on both sides, afraid that she would be bumped, so he took her wrist and led her to the lawn by the riverbank. The streetlights here were not particularly bright, and it was not far from the dock, so it was not as crowded as the place before.

Ji Xuan was pulled along by him for no apparent reason and forgot to resist.

The two stood facing each other, one with her head bowed, the other with her eyes raised, gazing at each other silently.

Having come this far, he didn't like beating around the bush and stated it plainly: "Screen saver."

Ji Xuan opened his lips, "You..."

She had barely uttered a sound when she was at a loss for words.

How should I ask?

Ask him if he hasn't let go of me yet?
Or should I ask him if he has a crush on me?
After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Why do you have my photos?"

“Didn’t I say that the sunset that day…you standing in the sunset that day were beautiful?” he said honestly. “I really wanted to preserve that moment, so I took a picture.”

Ji Xian was speechless.

She was still a little unaccustomed to his sudden sweet words.

Why take a picture and then change it to your phone wallpaper and screensaver?
Does he know?

"Ah."

But Wen Qi seemed to understand something from her expression and eyes. He nodded, his focused and deep gaze burning like a fire, fixed on her without blinking.

"Ji Xian, I like you."

Wen Qi's originally clear and melodious voice now sounded a bit hoarse, and he spoke without any embellishment, saying bluntly, "I'm pursuing you."

When these two profound sentences reached his ears, Ji Xian felt as if the world around him had fallen silent.

It felt like a dream. Her heart pounded like a drum, her expression froze, and the person who was so real in front of her slowly blurred. Her light breaths gradually stopped, making her feel suffocated.

My brain was stunned by the words "I like you" and "I'm pursuing you".

Although she had guessed his intentions, she never expected him to say it so bluntly and directly.

Those peach blossom eyes were like a black hole vortex, ready to suck her in at any moment.

There will never be peace.

A sliver of reason made her quickly look away. Her mind went blank, and she didn't know how to face it. She turned around and walked forward with her head down.

Wen Qi was stunned. A cold wind blew by, mercilessly sweeping across his handsome face.

Before he spoke, his thoughts raced through his mind. He had considered that she might refuse, but he hadn't dared to hope that she would agree. Yet, he had to admit that there was still a sliver of expectation in his heart.

But to my utter surprise, she left without saying a word.

"Well--"

Suddenly, a low groan came from Ji Xian in the distance. He turned his head and saw Ji Xian sitting on the ground, his face looking somewhat painful under the streetlight.

Upon seeing this, Wen Qi disregarded everything else and rushed over, only to find that the heel of her high heel was stuck in a crack in the ground, separated from the shoe. Ji Xian had just been in a state of turmoil; she disliked making decisions under any impulsive or unstable emotions, and just wanted to escape that hot and intimate space as quickly as possible to breathe fresh air.

That's why I didn't think about anything and just turned around and left.

But because she was walking too fast, there were four or five steps there. When she stepped down the last step, she almost missed a step. Before she could steady herself, her heel sank in and the sole came off.

With one side higher than the other, she stumbled and fell to the ground.

Seeing Wen Qi suddenly appear before him with a frown, Ji Xian felt inexplicably uneasy.

It was incredibly embarrassing.

Wen Qi squatted down and asked with concern, "Are you hurt?"

Ji Xian pursed his lips, shook his head, got up from the ground, and said calmly and peacefully, "It's nothing."

If it were any other pair of high heels, it would be fine; I could just take them off and walk. But these are high boots, which are really inconvenient to take off.

Wen Qi stood up and helped her up, asking with concern, "Are you really alright?"

"Ah."

She had just finished replying when Wen Qi suddenly half-squatted down in front of her, reaching his hand behind him, "Get on, I'll carry you."

"No need, I can walk by myself..."

She instinctively tried to refuse, but before she could finish speaking, Wen Qi grabbed her leg forcefully, and Ji Xian, caught off guard, fell directly onto his broad and warm back.

In the next instant, Wen Qi had already carried her on his back.

Wen Qi's steps were steady, and she felt no swaying at all as she leaned against him.

Ji Xuan's feelings became even more complicated. She hesitated for a few moments but couldn't make a sound. Suddenly, she recalled the team building event in Linqi that year when she sprained her ankle on the mountain, and Wen Qi carried her down the mountain back to the hotel.

He didn't catch his breath once the whole time, and his hand holding her leg never loosened for a moment, but you could tell from the sweat on his forehead.

He was tired.

Ji Xian didn't ask him if he was tired, but took out a wet wipe from his bag to wipe his sweat and then used a small fan to blow on him.

"You didn't drive here, did you?"

After walking for a while, Wen Qi asked.

Ji Xian gathered his scattered thoughts, silently exhaled, and let out the words that had been building up in his chest. He shook his head and said, "No, I came by taxi with Xueyan."

Speaking of this, she wondered how Ye Xueyan would get back. It was so late, and she was abroad. It must be dangerous for her, a girl all alone.

There was still some distance to the parking spot, and Ji Xuan couldn't wait to get in the car, so he took out his phone from his bag.

She looked and realized that Ye Xueyan had sent her a message more than ten minutes ago: Ah Xian, there are too many people, have you gone down yet?
Second message: I saw Assistant Yang. Could you please give him a ride, Mr. Wen? I'm going back to the hotel in Assistant Yang's car. I'll treat you to lunch tomorrow. I'll send you the address in the morning.

"..."

Ji Xian stared at him in silence for a while. With the cold wind blowing, her head, which had been spinning from his sudden confession, finally cleared up a bit.

The smell of this 'conspiracy' seems even stronger than before.

She didn't reply and simply put her phone away.

There were quite a few people in the parking lot. When Wen Qi carried her over, many pairs of eyes swept over them, most of them looking at Ji Xuan.

Ji Xian's face is that of a classic Eastern beauty—not overly bright, not overly gaudy, not overly pale, and not overly sweet, but simply gentle and beautiful.

It's so captivating that it can make you fall in love at first sight.

Wen Qi frowned slightly, seemingly displeased by the scrutinizing gazes, and tightened his grip on Ji Xian's leg.

Fortunately, they soon arrived at his car. He opened the door, gently placed her in the seat, fastened her seatbelt, glanced at her, and seeing that she still refused to look at him, he had no choice but to give up and close the car door.

A direct approach is the most suitable way for Mr. Wen, a very straightforward guy, to confess his feelings.