Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 149 Do You Want to Kiss Me?

She pointed to a bench by the roadside: "Would you like to sit for a while?"

She kept her hand on his, seemingly asking for his opinion considerately.

She did it on purpose.

Shen Yanci stared at her intently, like a puppy with wet eyes.

Qin Zhao slowly put her hands into her pockets, looking at him innocently: "Then let's go back."

Shen Yanci let out a breath and strode over to the extra-long bench with his long legs: "Sit down, why don't you sit down?"

Qin Zhao gave an "oh" and followed slowly.

I had just sat down when, by sheer coincidence, a couple walked up to the railing, their arms around each other, their eyes lingering on each other.

Qin Zhao's eyelids twitched, and the couple started kissing passionately.

"..."

She quickly looked away, and Shen Yanci could only see her slender, white neck.

The sound of the waves and the howling wind mingled together, like a rhythm that had been disrupted.

The couple didn't leave until quite a while later.

Qin Zhao felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and turned around to meet Shen Yanci's dark eyes.

The evening breeze was so cool, yet the damp air seemed to carry a hint of heat.

Qin Zhao: "Let's go back."

Her gaze drifted away, avoiding his eyes.

Shen Yanci lowered his eyelashes and looked at the shimmering water: "Sit a little longer."

As if afraid she'd get bored, he asked, "Which city in England do you find interesting?"

Qin Zhao thought for two seconds:

"I feel that the south and north of England are quite different. The north seems to have a more desolate atmosphere."

When we went to Edinburgh, it was raining. The buildings there are made of sandstone, and when it got wet, the eroded stone walls turned black, giving it a gloomy feel. They said that was where Harry Potter was inspired.

The pedestrians strolled leisurely, yet there was an indescribable tranquility. There were many ghost-themed activities on the street, and many locals were wearing kilts; I had seen a skit before where the male actor wore a kilt.

"I've seen that skit too."

"I always thought it was a joke, but I never expected it to be true." Qin Zhao smiled. "There were people singing on the street, just with a very simple guitar, but there were still a lot of people gathered around..."

Qin Zhao recounted her experiences over the past few days, while Shen Yanci watched her with a smile, occasionally offering a few words of agreement.

Although it had been less than a month, Shen Yanci could clearly feel the changes in her, both in her spoken language and in her personality.

She is like a pearl polished by sand, her brilliance growing ever stronger.

As the blues faded after sunset, darkness slowly enveloped the water, turning it into a blurry black.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared, Shen Yanci took her hand.

Their body heat exchanged through their palms, and neither of them looked at the other. The water rippled and was anything but quiet.

His ring finger rubbed against her palm twice, but she held it tightly to prevent him from moving.

"Zhaozhao, do you want to kiss me?"

His voice was low and hoarse, and the dampness of the water seemed to penetrate all the way to his palms, making them even hotter.

The waves, carried by the wind, crashed against the shore with increasing force.

Qin Zhao didn't speak; his shadow loomed over him.

Their field of vision was already limited, and now it was completely blocked by him.

Qin Zhao could only see his eyes, which were darker than the night, like black flames burning silently, and his breath became very hot.

She heard the sound of his Adam's apple bobbing.

He half-closed his eyelids, held his breath, and leaned closer with his eyes closed.

Qin Zhao seemed to see the trembling of his eyelashes.

A few scattered voices passed by, and her other hand pressed against his right shoulder.

The wind was howling.

Shen Yanci's eyelashes fluttered, and he lifted his eyelids, his eyes falling into the moonlight like the surface of a river, shimmering with a dim light.

Qin Zhao lowered his head and said softly, "It's time to go back."

They held that position for a while before Shen Yanci stepped back and said an apology in a hoarse voice.

My breathing suddenly became easier, and my panting was masked by the wind.

Qin Zhao waited for a while.

It was almost ten o'clock. She stood up and took his hand, saying, "There are many more sunsets here. If we still like sunsets when the tide goes out, we can watch them together."

The two faced each other, with Qin Zhao blocking the wind blowing from the water.

Shen Yanci's hand, which had been holding hers, now completely enveloped her: "Okay."

There were hardly any people on the road, and the streetlights cast intermittent bright and dim light.

When he touched someone, Qin Zhao consciously let go, but was restrained by an even stronger force.

"They don't know you."

Is holding hands illegal?

Shen Yanci lowered his voice and concluded, "Trying to cover it up only makes things more obvious. Are you afraid others won't know that our relationship isn't pure?"

"..."

His lips were as sharp as if they were poisoned, and Qin Zhao had reason to suspect that he was holding back his anger after being rejected.

Qin Zhao blurted out in a moment of madness, "I prefer something purer."

"..."

Shen Yanci stopped and looked up at her.

Qin Zhao wanted to slap herself for her loose tongue. Was she trying to steer the conversation off-topic because she thought it wasn't going far enough?

She shut her mouth sheepishly and turned her head away.

She heard Shen Yanci say "Oh".

"understood."

"..."

What do you know?

After a while, Shen Yanci seemed to think of something and slowly let go of her hand, instead hooking her index finger around his.

He glanced at her casually: "Pure?"

"..."

ill.

Qin Zhao tried to pull his fingers back, but he grabbed them and returned to the previous position.

Shen Yanci: "I still prefer it this way, because you always want to escape."

His tone lowered for the second half of his sentence, and he looked at her.

Qin Zhao: "Talking too much isn't handsome either."

"........."

"........."

Shen Yanci seemed to be holding back his anger. He kept a straight face and suddenly scoffed, "The person who keeps saying I'm not handsome isn't handsome either."

"..."

His jaw was clenched, his expression was serious, yet also seemed angry, which was strangely endearing.

Qin Zhao smiled, her eyes crinkling, and reached out to scratch his chin: "You're so cute, Shen Yan!"

Shen Yanci looked down, his gaze fixed on the finger scratching above the man's Adam's apple, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

Realizing what he had done, Qin Zhao's fingers and smile froze.

Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed as he nudged her fingers intermittently: "Why did you stop touching me? Continue."

She lowered her eyelids and tried to pull her hand back, but it was grabbed halfway through.

Her fingers grasped at the air in vain, her clear eyes looking at him, and she struggled slightly.

Shen Yanci stared at her for two seconds, raised his eyes, and released her hand: "You only know how to bully me."

Qin Zhao glanced at him and said, "You look pretty cool like this."

"........."

Qin Zhao, afraid that he would say something mushy again, tugged at him: "A ten-minute journey will take you half an hour."

"..."

"Don't use psychological manipulation on me."

"..."

The corner is just ahead, and this is the last streetlight on this street.

Shen Yanci gently tugged at Qin Zhao.

(End of this chapter)