C22 Chapter 22
C22 Chapter 22
The shock he felt earlier was much more than when he first saw Xia Huanhuan downstairs!
At first, the manager only thought that Xia Huanhuan was a woman that Jun Ziyan was interested in. However, if a man was allowed to do this for a woman, it would definitely not just be out of interest.
Furthermore, this woman might even become the future mistress of Jun's Group!
The manager thought.
Jun Ziyan carried Xia Huanhuan out of the banquet hall and only when they entered the elevator did Xia Huanhuan regain her senses. She hurriedly said, "My shoes are still at the venue!" At this moment, she was barefoot.
"Someone will deliver it to your room later." Jun Ziyan said.
That's not the question at all. You can't let me go barefoot. I can't walk like this. "
"Then don't go." He looked down at her, his forehead almost touching hers. "I'll hold you for the rest of my life."
She stared.
He suddenly chuckled lowly. "It seems that you can only rely on me now. You can't walk, and you won't be able to go anywhere."
His smile was coquettish yet childish, so beautiful that others couldn't bear to look away.
However, her heart was in chaos …
When Jun Ziyan carried Xia Huanhuan into the car, Xia Huanhuan said, "Tell your employees to take off their shoes right now. They're just a bit wet, I'll change them when I get back to my dorm."
"Must you wear shoes?" he asked.
"Right." She nodded with certainty. He couldn't really just let her carry him back to the school dormitory.
He pursed his lips and started the car, but it didn't head for Xia Huanhuan's school. Instead, it went to a nearby boutique store.
When Jun Ziyan carried Xia Huanhuan into a shoe counter, Xia Huanhuan's ears were already completely red. The girl in charge of the counter looked at the two of them with a novel expression.
"Which pair of shoes do you like?" Jun Ziyan asked.
"Anything …" As soon as she said this, she realized that she was wrong, because Jun Ziyan had bought all the shoes she could wear here, so she pointed to the nearest pair of women's shoes.
"May I ask how many yards Miss is wearing?" the clerk asked.
"Thirty-six yards." Xia Huanhuan replied.
"Sure, please wait a moment." The counter lady took out 36 yards of shoes and was about to hand it to Xia Huanhuan for her to try on, but Jun Ziyan took the shoes.
The clerk stared blankly for a moment before seeing the man holding onto a shoe, squatting in front of the woman, supporting her with his heels and personally helping her to wear shoes.
"Miss, your boyfriend is so nice to you." The girl in charge couldn't help but say with envy.
A boyfriend? In the eyes of outsiders, was he also her boyfriend? Xia Huanhuan stared blankly at Jun Ziyan, who was focused on putting on her shoes.
Today, he knelt before her twice and a half times. The first time was to take off her shoes, and the second time was to put them on for her.
She had always thought of him as a willful child, and she had always been like a child to a beloved toy, unwilling to let go.
But now, she couldn't tell if the person in front of her was a child, or … Men!
The only man who could do such a thing for her was him!
After buying the shoes, Jun Ziyan and Xia Huanhuan returned to the parking lot, "I will pay you back another day. I want to go back to school first." Xia Huanhuan said. She felt that a lot of things had happened today, making her mind chaotic.
Jun Ziyan suddenly pressed Xia Huanhuan against the car door. His arms supported the two sides of the door, trapping her in his arms.
She looked up in surprise at his thin lips and asked, "How do you feel about him?"
"Who?" She was filled with confusion. She had no idea who the "he" was referring to.
"Ye Nanqing." He coldly spat out these two words.
Her body froze, and then she remembered that he had dragged her to the party because he wanted her answer.
The call from Ye Nanqing to her was undoubtedly a fuse, and now, Jun Ziyan was on the verge of exploding — even though he was currently indifferent and cold to the point that the strong cultivator was on campus.
Sipping her dry lips, Xia Huanhuan replied, "I don't feel anything."
"Really?" His eyes narrowed slightly.
She did not look away from him. She looked straight back at him, half raising her head.
Their gazes met in midair. After a long while, he was finally the first to half-drop his eyes, "Alright, I believe you.
I said, uh, I'll believe anything you say. "
Somehow, when Jun Ziyan said this, Xia Huanhuan didn't feel relieved at all. On the contrary, she felt that her chest was being pressed down by something heavy and uncomfortable.
"Do you really believe everything I say?" she blurted out.
"Right." He took her hand and placed it against his left chest — the position of his heart.
In the palm of her hand, she could feel the speed of his heartbeat.
"I will believe anything you say. Even if it's fake, I will still believe it."
She looked at him in a daze, "You're not going to ask me what is Ye Nanqing's relationship with me?" It was as if he had never come to ask her about it, and she had never explained herself.
The color in his eyes was deep and distant, like a silent abyss, without a single ripple. "There's no need, because what I want is for you to love me now and in the future."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Her heart was beating rhythmically. Her mind, which had been in a state of chaos, suddenly became clear and bright.
Her ears could clearly hear every word he said. She could clearly hear his breathing and the sound of her own heartbeat.
The right hand pressing against her chest was incomparably scorching hot, as if it was announcing something.
Slowly, Xia Huanhuan raised her left hand and gently caressed Jun Ziyan's neck. He raised his eyes slightly, seeming somewhat surprised. However, her body didn't move at all. Instead, she remained silent, allowing her fingers to move along his neck, moving towards his lower jaw and cheeks … Finally, it reached his forehead.
She lifted his hair and looked quietly at the scar on his forehead. It was his injury — because of one of her words.
Ever since he was young, he was the only one who could hurt someone as proud as him. When had he ever let anyone hurt him?! He could probably count the wounds on his body with his fingers, but now there was one more.
"Do you regret it?" she murmured.
"What?" He raised his eyebrows.
"If you hadn't listened to my words about not fighting all the time, perhaps you wouldn't have gotten hurt like this." she said.
He looked at her steadily, then suddenly pulled down her left hand. "Why should I regret it?" It was not a question, but a question back at him. It was as if he was clearly telling her how unnecessary her question was.
Therefore, he didn't regret it at all!
He didn't regret listening to her words, and he didn't regret getting injured like this.
"You like me?" she asked abruptly.
And the answer was almost certainly yes.
"Yes." "Yes," he replied without the slightest hesitation.
"Why should I?" Since she was young, she hadn't been that extraordinary. When she was six years old and met him for the first time, she had been even more ordinary. Just like many six-year-old girls, they didn't have anything special about them. At most, they would be more wild than other little girls. They could play with sand, mud, and even had a fight with some little boys.
He pulled her hands to his lips and kissed them gently on the back of her hand.
"Do you really need a reason for liking someone?" "When I met you when I was six years old, I only felt that there were a lot of lights in your body. If I was with you, I would definitely feel warm. So I hope that you only look at me, only talk to me, only play with me. That was the first time I understood what 'hope' meant. Before that, those two words were just words in a dictionary to me. They were words that combined together and had no meaning. "
Pausing for a moment, he closed his eyes and gently rubbed the back of her hand with his cheek. "Huanhuan, tell me, is this considered love at first sight? If so, I think I was in love with you then. If I don't count that, then in the future, I will only know what it is like to suffocate because of you. You said that only when you truly love someone will you experience that kind of pain. "
Xia Huanhuan stared at Jun Ziyan blankly, as if something was constantly flowing out from her chest. He was attached to her, and like this, it seemed to grow deeper with each passing year.
Should she run away? As Xiaorong had said, if she didn't have any feelings for him, she shouldn't go any further, but at this moment, she couldn't open her mouth. Her mind and thoughts were abnormally calm, and she could feel every breath she took.
"Alright, let's get along then." She spoke to him, word for word.
This time, it was her who was talking about dating.
As it turns out, the consequence of being impulsive is that you may say things that you don't usually say or do. Or rather, she wanted to try, to try, to accept him.
When she said those words, his eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes at an extremely slow speed. Within his pitch-black pupils, there was shock, which then turned into ecstasy.
It was a gaze that was completely different from its usual emptiness.
It was no longer him forcing her, but her taking the initiative to say it!
"You … "Say it again." As he said this, he grabbed her hand, his voice trembling slightly.
"I said, let's get along." she repeated. "Only if you don't fall in love in the end..."
"No, definitely not!" He interrupted her and threw her into his arms. His arms were wrapped around her as if he wanted to sink her completely into his body.