"Cough cough cough."
As she thought about the awkward scene last night, Yan Nian's face flushed deeply.
He had kissed her twice, and she didn't push him away either time!
But she wouldn't confess such things to him.
"Sorry about that, I was just purely taking off your clothes. I didn't touch anything."
"Did I ask you if you touched anything?"
The man on the bed creased his forehead as his eyes shimmered. With his charming lips that made it seem like he was smiling yet not smiling as well, he was extremely seductive.
Yan Nian pursed her lips, wanting to explain herself yet failing at it. She felt as if she was exposing herself through her clumsy denial.
"When you have washed up, just come on out. I've prepared breakfast!"
With that, she hurriedly rushed out of the room, the tips of her ears burning red.
She hadn't been so stirred up in a long time.
She couldn't deny it, but the manly and drunk Jiang Beiyuan last night, and the languid and disheveled Jiang Beiyuan this morning with his exposed arms, were…
Provoking her.
...
Even though the flower shop was small, its facilities were still complete.
For example, the washroom was simply furnished, and it was clean with not a single stain.
Jiang Beiyuan used Yan Nian's toothbrush, smoothing out his chin with one hand.
He had a little tear at the skin on his jaw. He had not noticed it at first, but after washing his face, he realized that it wasn't just his jaw but the corners of his lips as well.
A fragmented scene flashed across his mind—
Lips and teeth clashing against one another with intermingling breaths.
Er…
Wait a minute.
Let him sober up.
Last night after work, he'd invited Xu Kuangjie for a drink at the bar.
However, he did not turn up on time as he was stuck in a traffic jam. Therefore, Jiang Beiyuan sat by himself at the bar as he drank one martini after another.
During the time he was there, there were a few women who tried to hit on him, but he waved them off impatiently.
His head had been filled with Yan Nian's words, "No, I don't like him."
Ten years ago, when he was going to England for his studies, she told him that she wanted to be with him. He waited for her at the airport for a long time, but she didn't turn up.
He didn't know what had happened to her during that period of time. He had dashed back to the country to see her—
But that meeting, that day… Forget it.
It was a horrible memory. He didn't want to bring it up ever again.
Only alcohol could numb the pain and hurt he felt in his heart on a desolate night.
There was even a gigolo who tried to hit on him and flirt with him.
He was speechless. He replied with a simple sentence, "I am straight." But it only caused the other party to become unhappy.
"What? Do you look down on gay people?"
The man then found some buddies who greeted Jiang Beiyuan with their fists.
Xu Kuangjie rushed over just in time and suffered a punch in his stead. He became furious on the spot!
He absent-mindedly thought he had seen Yan Nian's figure. Now that he thought about it, why did Yan Nian even appear? He had mistaken Xu Kuangjie for Yan Nian!
"How dare you bully my fiancee?"
With two swift kicks, he knocked them down to the ground. Just as the few gigolos were clutching their stomachs and screaming in pain, he pulled Xu Kuangjie along and escaped.
When they walked out, he realized that it was raining, with rumbling thunder above their heads.
"I'll drive the car over. Wait here!" Xu Kuangjie said.
At that moment, he had become a little sober from being drenched in the rain.
He remembered how Yan Nian was still at the flower shop even though it was currently raining right now.
Just as Xu Kuangjie was about to drive over, he waved his hand as he said in a righteous tone, "I have to help my fiancee store away her flowers. I'll head off first!"
He then ran toward Yan Nian's store and began banging on the door loudly.
He wasn't clear about what had happened after that.
But what was that kiss earlier?
Did he kiss her??
Or did he not kiss her??
Hiss…
His head hurt.
He couldn't recall the succeeding chain of events last night.
Alcohol was really nothing good at all. Drinking too much only caused one to have fragmented memories.
...
Jiang Beiyuan walked out of the bedroom, feeling refreshed after changing into his clean clothes.
Yan Nian was done setting up the table. There were three dishes and a soup, still hot and looking tasty.
In the past, she hadn't known how to cook.
When he was tutoring at her home, she often whined for him to cook for her.
"Hehe, my dad told me that girls were born to be doted on. I can't cook now, and I will never cook in the future. Since I am pretty anyway, my husband will definitely spoil me."
She had always been like this.
Illogically confident.
But now, she had changed.
She did everything by herself. The food she cooked tasted not bad either, which took him by surprise.
"It doesn't taste good?"
She'd seen how he kept glancing at her, leaving her a little confused.