Kang Yansheng remained silent, simply locking the door and returning to the living room. He stared at her with an extremely strange gaze, filled with thick possessiveness, like a hungry leopard fixating on its prey.
“What’s wrong with you?” His gaze frightened her. The gentleness in his eyes was gone, replaced by coldness and predation.
“Nothing!” He laughed lazily, his half-closed eyes revealing nothing. He turned and poured a glass of wine, then handed it to her. “It’s cold outside, right? Would you like a glass of red wine?”
“Okay!” It was indeed cold outside, though that wasn’t her main reason for wanting to drink. Tonight, for some reason, he gave her an immense sense of pressure, making her want a drink to relieve some stress.
However, her alcohol tolerance was poor. After just a little red wine, her cheeks turned rosy, though she felt more relaxed. She didn’t even notice when he sat down beside her.
It’s warmer now, isn’t it?” His large hand gently landed on her shoulder, brushing away the hair by her cheek.
His movements were gentle, and his gaze was so soft, like a deep, magnetic pool that unconsciously drew her in, immersing her in that deep, deep gaze.
She saw him slightly tilting his head and gradually leaning towards her, his movements and intensely purposeful eyes indicating he wanted to kiss her. But she thought – she must be drunk! Because she couldn’t escape – or did she not want to escape at all?
In any case, when his lips touched hers, she just sighed softly and then gently closed her eyes, satisfied with that feeling of being completely cherished. This was something she had never experienced with Zhong Wei!
When Kang Yan Cheng carried her slowly into the room, she didn’t struggle at all, just softly leaning against his chest.
After getting on the bed, Kang Yan Cheng first turned off the light, then slowly leaned towards her… ★★★ Near noon the next day, Kang Yan Cheng walked into the room and saw Ji Meng Tang still lying in bed with her head covered, not getting up, which made him look worried.
Was she still feeling unwell? Heaven knows he had tried to be as gentle as possible, but was he still too hasty and rough?
