It’s unclear when exactly Ning Wan started to really dislike having too much contact with the man Xi Mohan, let alone any physical touch.
She was also very aware that if this man wanted to do sothing to her once touched, she definitely had no way to escape or resist, so during this period, she avoided him as much as she could.
Perhaps it was the car accident and miscarriage that had frightened her?
Looking at Ning Wan in front of him, with her delicate makeup, bright red lips, white teeth, and dressed in vibrant youthful clothes, Xi Mohan was montarily dazed. He never recalled seeing Ning Wan like this before.
Ever since she was young, Ning Wan didn’t like to wear bright clothes, especially not liking to wear red, and she disliked using bright red lipstick on her lips.
As a result, her clothes were always of more subdued colors.
But now, Ning Wan had broken all of her usual habits, wearing bold red colors she had never considered before, and using bright lipstick.
When the man regained his composure, his lips were tightly pressed together as he said directly, "Wanwan, is there a need for us to be like this??"
Since he had found her again, and after the car accident that caused her miscarriage, Xi Mohan felt that their relationship was slowly drifting apart, and that this woman seed to be slowly leaving his world.
This was sothing Xi Mohan didn’t want to see, and the feeling made him very uncomfortable.
Lately, the woman had not answered his calls, not replied to his texts, and even avoided him. Although he knew where she lived, he restrained himself from going there directly and taking her forcibly to set things straight, because he was afraid of frightening her.
Now seeing how Ning Wan looked at him, Xi Mohan liked it even less.
For so reason, he wanted to tear off her mask and see if she was still the sa as before.
Upon hearing Xi Mohan’s words and not being able to pull her hand away, she directly responded with an angry laugh, "I don’t quite understand what you’re saying, how are we any different now?"
"Wanwan." Xi Mohan, looking at the delicate little face in front of him, had to admit she was really beautiful, even more radiant and stunning than Ning Yan’er, felt that odd feeling growing clearer in his heart, and he let out a sigh before saying, "Sit down, I won’t touch you. After all, Song Qiao and Jingchen have already gone up. What if Song Qiao overthinks if you suddenly leave?"
Ning Wan, "..." How shocking. Is the man in front of her really Xi Mohan?
...
Song Qiao was carried into the bedroom by Lu Jingchen and then placed on the bed to sit comfortably, while Lu Jingchen turned around to fetch the dicine box.
Looking at the man who knelt on one knee in front of her, taking her foot and starting to apply dicine and massage it, Song Qiao took a pillow from the bed into her arms, gazing at the man’s black hair, and asked unconsciously, "Does Xi Mohan love Ning Wan?"
The man’s movents paused, then quickly returned to normal as he looked up at her and asked in return, "Why do you ask that?"
"I t him once before at the hospital, and I saw him standing outside Ning Wan’s ward smoking, looking annoyed. Plus, he’s already called off his engagent with Ning Yan’er. Isn’t it because of Wanwan?" Song Qiao explained directly.
"Yeah, maybe."
"What do you an, ’maybe’? Aren’t you her brother? Shouldn’t you know exactly what he’s thinking?"
Upon hearing her words, Lu Jingchen’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but then he asked, "Does Ning Wan still love Mo Han?"
Song Qiao, "..." How would I know?
The massaging and rubbing on her foot caused a warm feeling, making her want to retract her foot, but it was gripped even tighter by the man. By the ti she realized what Lu Jingchen ant by his previous words, he had already released her foot and gone to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Song Qiao looked in the direction of the bathroom and couldn’t deny that the man’s intelligence really overwheld hers, playing on words with her.
However, she also felt that Lu Jingchen was right. She was so close to Ning Wan, yet she couldn’t guess whether Ning Wan still loved Xi Mohan or not, so even more so he wouldn’t know whether Xi Mohan still loved Ning Wan.
About Ning Wan’s matters, Song Qiao felt an overwhelming concern for her best friend.
After Lu Jingchen washed his hands and ca out, he saw Song Qiao hugging the pillow with a frown, lost in thought.
The man’s eyebrows rose slightly as he threw the towel he used to dry his hands on a nearby sofa. Then he strode to the bed in a few steps, bracing his hands on either side of Song Qiao, and leaned his handso face close to hers, asking, "What are you thinking about? You’re so engrossed."
"Thinking about Wanwan and Xi Mohan," Song Qiao reflexively answered.
By the ti I realized it, I had looked up only to see that handso face so close it was almost touching mine, genuinely startling . But reflexively, I fell backward and accused, "How co you walk without making any sound? And why are you getting so close to ?"
Lu Jingchen simply pressed down, covering Song Qiao’s body with his own, "You were too engrossed in your thoughts; it’s not my fault."
Then, without waiting for Song Qiao to react, he propped one hand beside her head and with the other, he gently lifted her chin, leaning in to give her a light kiss, saying, "It’s better not to ddle too much in Ning Wan and Mo Han’s affairs. After all, it’s their business, wouldn’t it be better to let them resolve it themselves?"
The intense masculine scent flooded her senses, filled with the sll of a man. Recently, Lu Jingchen seed to kiss her whenever he pleased, often pressing down to forcefully lock lips, making her wonder if this man was in his rut.
Without letting her speak, Lu Jingchen pushed her teeth apart with his tongue and delved in for a French kiss, fervent and deep.
Several minutes later, when Lu Jingchen finally let go of her, Song Qiao felt completely disheveled from the kissing, her mind as mushy as paste.
When Song Qiao finally regained her composure, she looked up at the man before her with sparkling eyes, accusing directly, "Lu Jingchen, did you just force a kiss on again?"
The man didn’t let go of her chin, kissed her again, humd a response, and in his deep, raspy voice, he asked, "So are you going to force a kiss back on ?"
Song Qiao, "...No, get up." Kiss him back? Was she to be as uncouth as he was?
After pecking her lightly a few more tis, Lu Jingchen had no intention of making things difficult for her, stood up swiftly, his face showing the contentnt of a man post-forceful kiss, his handso features tinted with a hint of amusent, "Alright, I’ll carry you downstairs."
Since her foot wasn’t fully healed and the doctor had advised against walking, Song Qiao didn’t refuse, allowing the man to carry her downstairs in a princess hold.
When Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen ca down, they saw Ning Wan and Xi Mohan each sitting separately, as if they had no connection, each sipping tea without any conversation or eye contact.
Seeing this scene, Song Qiao was a bit surprised, but she said nothing and simply let Lu Jingchen carry her over to sit beside Ning Wan.
"How did you hurt your foot?" As soon as Song Qiao sat down, Ning Wan frowned and asked the question she had had since this morning but hadn’t yet posed.
Song Qiao was taken aback, clearly not expecting Ning Wan to ask that question, and after thinking for a while, she responded directly, "Soone pushed , and because I was wearing high heels, I twisted it when I fell."
Ning Wan’s eyebrows furrowed further, her gaze falling on Song Qiao’s ankle, "Was it on purpose or an accident?"
"It seed... deliberate." Song Qiao didn’t hide anything from Ning Wan.
After all, the honest her wasn’t suited for lies.
And she could lie to anyone, but not to Ning Wan. Firstly, their relationship didn’t warrant secrecy, and secondly, if she lied, Ning Wan would easily see through it.
As soon as Ning Wan heard that it was deliberate, she slamd her teacup down, fuming, "Damn it, which bastard, which scoundrel dared to push you and caused you to sprain your foot? Tell who it was, and I’ll go beat her up."
As she spoke, she rolled up her chiffon blouse sleeves, ready to throw down.
Ning Wan’s rather extre reaction imdiately attracted the attention of the two n, who were about to start discussing business. Xi Mohan slightly frowned, clearly disliking Ning Wan’s roughness, while Lu Jingchen, looking back and forth between Ning Wan and Xi Mohan, revealed a aningful smile.
Noticing the expressions on Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan’s faces, Ning Wan, unfazed, asked bluntly, "What are you looking at? Never seen a beautiful woman before?"
Upon hearing this, the two n turned their heads away and stopped looking at her, starting to discuss their business instead.
Song Qiao, "...Wanwan, it’s fine now." Wanwan is so fierce.
What happened to being a lady?
...
After lunch, Xi Mohan took his car keys and, seeing Ning Wan about to leave with her purse, offered, "Where are you going? I’ll give you a ride."
Ning Wan, clacking her high heels toward the door, ignored him as if she didn’t hear him at all.
But the man imdiately followed, grabbing her hand, stopping her in her tracks, "Ning Wan."
Ning Wan stopped, staring straight at the man in front of her, lips curling slightly as she spoke, "I’m going to see Ning Yan’er. Are you still offering to take there?"
Xi Mohan was taken aback, pausing before he finally uttered, "Fine!"
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