"He Jingtang, I didn't take your father's money."
In the huge presidential suite of the hotel, Qin An'an, soaked from head to toe and pale, spoke to the man with a strong physique standing in front of her. "Your father wanted to give me money to leave you, but I didn't take it."
Having said these words, a slight smile appeared on Qin An'an's face. Her eyes were filled with longing and anticipation, and she didn't hide her desire for praise.
He Jingtang stood across from Qin An'an, looking at her scornfully. His face was devoid of any expression, his ink-like pupils brimming with an indissoluble fog.
"Why aren't you speaking?" Qin An'an began to feel unsure.
"So, you ran more than a thousand kilometers to get here, soaking wet like a drowned rat, just to tell me this?" He Jingtang asked coldly.
"Yes, it's because I'm afraid you'd misunderstand. I like you the most, I don't want you to misunderstand me." Qin An'an's eyes were sparkling brightly. The only person she was looking at, the only person on her mind was He Jingtang.
"Idiot," He Jingtang muttered under his breath. He reached over, grabbed the towel hanging on the back of the chair, and threw it accurately straight onto Qin An'an's head.
Qin An'an's vision was obstructed, and she emitted a noise of dissatisfaction and surprise. Just as she was about to remove the towel, someone beat her to it.
He Jingtang lifted the towel off her head like lifting a bridal veil, leaned over, embraced Qin An'an's face, and kissed her.
"Um!" Qin An'an hummed.
In the confined space under the towel, the breathing of the two individuals stuck together, making the temperature of their bodies gradually heat up.
He Jingtang's lips leisurely moved to Qin An'an's earlobe, gently kissed it, and spoke in a captivating low voice, "You brought this upon yourself."
Despite the coolness of his lips, the breath he exhaled was noticeably warm.
Attracted by He Jingtang's voice, Qin An'an's mind turned blank, failing to comprehend his words. Only when she was abruptly lifted by He Jingtang and strongly thrown onto the bed did she came to realization.
"Are you willing?" He Jingting clasped Qin Anan's wrists with both hands, and keenly asked her as he stared at her.
There has never been such a glow in He Jingting's eyes before. It was tender yet nervous, impatiently entwined with anticipation, and even his whole body tensed up.
"I..." Qin Anan whimpered, just as she was about to voice a word, she was kissed by He Jingting, the remaining words swallowed back down her throat.
"It's too late if you are not willing." He Jingting declared confidently and pecked her face hard, "I love you."
He Jingting is usually a cold person. Even during their passionate love, he never spoke such cheesy yet sweet words. With this sudden confession, Qin Anan felt a little elevated.
Not thinking about anything else, Qin Anan threw her arms around He Jingting's muscular waist and whispered her confession, "I love you too."
He Jingting mentioned that they would have their first time on their wedding night, but in the end, they didn't wait.
The sky outside the window was already dark, and the sound of drizzling rain dramatically emphasized the intimacy within the room.
When Qin Anan woke up again, she felt sore all over, as if she had been disassembled and reassembled.
"Awake?"
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw He Jingting sitting next to her. Qin Anan's face turned red with shyness, and she nodded bashfully.
He Jingting was neatly dressed and suddenly stood up. His tall figure immediately cast a sense of pressure over the room.
The sky outside was still gloomy.
"I should leave." He Jingting looked out the window.
"Where are you going?" Qin Anan asked, not understanding, "Back to school?"
He Jingting put his hands in his pockets, "Let's break up!"
