It really is...
An Ran couldn’t help but feel a bit contemptuous towards herself.
Seemingly sensing An Ran’s gaze, Chi Cheng suddenly put down his bowl and chopsticks, lifted his eyes to look at her, deep and unreadable.
They stared at each other for quite a while.
An Ran lowered her head, pretending to continue eating.
"An Xiao Ran." He called her affectionately, just like before.
Then he stood up, slowly leaned forward.
An Ran looked up in astonishnt.
Watching as his face got closer, almost about to kiss her.
However, he slightly turned his face away, picked a grain of rice from the corner of her mouth with his hand, his voice teasing, "You’ve got rice on your face."
After saying that, he sat back in his chair leisurely, the fleeting emotion in his eyes already gone, looking at her playfully, "Were you nervous? Did you think I would kiss you?"
An Ran: "I didn’t."
"I seem to have told you before—" Chi Cheng slowly sipped his coffee, "I only kiss the won I like."
Suddenly, An Ran laughed.
Should she be grateful to Chi Cheng for refraining from adding "And you’re just my prey"?
An Ran secretly clenched her fist, "You were overthinking just now. I am very clear about my identity, I’m just your revenge target."
Chi Cheng smiled faintly, "Very good."
An Ran pressed her lips together, continued to eat with her head down.
His smile was truly cruel.
After school in the afternoon, Ruge called out to An Ran to hang out.
The two girls sat by the lakeside, chatting about their feelings while drinking.
An Ran used to be a lightweight.
Sohow, her tolerance had improved a little.
This was already her second bottle of beer.
Ruge tried to snatch it away, "Alright, you can’t drink anymore."
"It’s okay, let drink." An Ran’s cheeks were flushed from drinking, yet her speech remained clear as she clung to Ruge’s arm, "Ruge, just let drink..."
Ruge had a really high tolerance, after several bottles she was still sober, she pondered for a while and finally relented, "Okay, the last bottle."
An Ran downed another bottle.
Having a good friend to accompany her, to listen to her heart’s lants, was truly the best way to vent.
After finishing yet another bottle, An Ran reached for a beer again.
"You really can’t drink anymore."
An Ran, already slightly tipsy, "The last bottle, this ti it’s really the last bottle."
Always saying the last bottle, but wanting more after finishing.
Ruge was montarily at a loss, so she called Ji Yanche to co pick them up.
Unexpectedly, a black Porsche suddenly pulled up.
The car door opened—
It was Chi Cheng!
Chi Cheng’s gaze fell on the already drunk An Ran, seeming to darken a bit, as he walked over and directly picked her up horizontally.
Ruge: "Hey? You..."
"Yanche will co for you later, as for her, I’ll take her away first."
After leaving those words, Chi Cheng took the drunken An Ran back to the car.
An Ran, feeling dizzy from the alcohol, opened her eyes to see Chi Cheng in front of her.
Oh... it really is him...
Drunk An Ran leaned her whole body over, hugging Chi Cheng’s arm, she called out softly and aggrievedly, "Brother..."
The word ’brother’ made Chi Cheng’s body pause slightly.
She called him brother, just like before, she called him brother.
Chi Cheng’s sexy Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, after a mont, he responded in a low voice, "Hmm."
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