He stared straight ahead, fixating on the pouring rain outside the window, and gave two words with righteous conviction, "To keep warm."
"..." To keep warm?
Staring blankly at his exquisite jawline, Feng Jinglei montarily forgot to struggle free from his embrace.
Indeed, in this season, after being drenched by the rain, even though they’re inside the enclosed Ferris wheel, she still felt thoroughly cold. But in his arms, it was different—she could clearly feel his warm body heat.
Yet, this reminder involuntarily brought back the fiery, passionate scene from last night, and instantly a blush crept up her cheeks, making her instinctively want to push him away.
However, he held her tightly, not intending to give her a chance to push away.
Outside the glass window, the torrential rain continued. Staying motionless in his embrace, Feng Jinglei indeed didn’t feel as cold as before; her trembling body gradually cald down due to his warmth.
At this mont, she seed to understand why the Ferris wheel beca a cherished desire for many couples; so this was how the long-lasting happiness ca.
They had already reached the top of the Ferris wheel. But for Feng Jinglei, this kind of happiness didn’t seem prolonged. The Ferris wheel, which seed to rotate slowly, had actually covered over half the distance in a blink of an eye, and soon, they would reach the ground.
The seemingly endless happiness, in reality, quietly ended in the blink of an eye.
Holding her, Qin Feimo’s heart was also filled with complicated feelings, with images of her fiery and enticing scene from last night floating in his mind, his throat couldn’t help but feel a bit dry.
"Still cold?" he gently asked, his deep voice slightly hoarse, eyes always staring outside the glass window.
In his embrace, she was taken aback for a mont, sensing that he was seemingly pulling her into his arms intentionally just to keep her warm?
Thinking of this, she instinctively pushed, intending to free herself, "Not cold anymore."
But after a bit of pushing, the man still showed no signs of letting her go.
She couldn’t help but get a bit confused, raising her eyes to look at his exquisite, jade-like face, "You can let go now."
"When we’re down."
"..."
He remained still, and so she obediently stayed motionless.
Gurgle—
Suddenly a gurgling sound ca, making Feng Jinglei wrinkle her brows in confusion.
This sound seed to co from Qin Feimo’s stomach...
Looking down, she peered at the spot beneath his chest, wondering if this sound was because he was hungry?
Raising her eyes again slightly, she gazed at his calm and unchanged face, feeling a flurry of thoughts.
"You... hungry?" It was just after one, he should have just had lunch, right? How could he be hungry so soon?
"Yeah." He honestly replied with a "yeah," indeed he was hungry.
She was a bit taken aback, "Didn’t you eat?"
Finally, his slightly upturned eyes lowered, glancing at her in his arms, showing a bit of displeasure, "No!"
eting his suddenly unhappy gaze, Feng Jinglei was a bit stunned.
"Why didn’t you eat..."
"What do you think?" he retorted.
For the first ti, he especially returned to the hotel for her, afraid she’d be hungry, only to find her leisurely dining with another man and even hanging up on his call.
Yet, he still foolishly skipped a al to find her; what on earth was wrong with him?
She was caught off guard by his question.
What did he an by "what do you think?"
Why he didn’t eat, what did it have to do with her?
Furrowing her brows, suddenly the scene of him calling flashed in her mind, saying he wanted her to return to the hotel so they could have a al together...
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