Suddenly pressed face to face with another person, Jiang Ning's body involuntarily tensed.
Qi Xingzhou was taller than her, and this embrace wasn't vague at all. Jiang Ning was forced against his firm and broad chest, her line of sight completely obscured, her nostrils filled with the faint, fresh scent of Qi Xingzhou's clothing, which smelled like a kind of laundry detergent residue, light and slightly cool, somewhat pleasant.
Jiang Ning didn't know what was wrong with Qi Xingzhou, but she didn't feel any danger from him, so she didn't speak for the moment.
Without her speaking, Qi Xingzhou was the first to break the silence, "Ning Ning, don't be sad."
He spoke in a dry tone, and seemingly out of nowhere, he suddenly lowered his head to affectionately nuzzle Jiang Ning's neck, his voice a mix of stubbornness and slight pleasure, "I have money, from now on you'll spend mine, and I won't ask for anything back."
