0p0 Chapter 290 I am afraid of betrayal and loss
Chapter 290 I am afraid of betrayal and loss
The two of them hid in the bed like thieves, their eyes fixed on the screen of their mobile phones, their faces flushed like ripe apples.
Qiao Jingyu knew that the man must be extremely upset because some of his needs had not been met. So she secretly thought that she must find a way to comfort Duan Yuchen and make him calm down as soon as possible. Thinking of this, Qiao Jingyu agreed to Feng Bo's request without hesitation.
After hanging up the phone, she tiptoed towards the bathroom. Standing in front of the sink, she turned on the faucet, scooped up the icy cold water with both hands and splashed it on her burning cheeks, trying to extinguish the burning fire in her body. After washing her face, she did not leave the bathroom immediately, but quietly leaned against the wall for a long time. Gradually, the heat began to subside slowly, but her cheeks were still as hot as if they were roasted by fire.
Qiao Jingyu frowned slightly, stretched out her right hand and gently patted her face, trying to drive away the beautiful images that kept appearing in her mind, which made her blush and her heart beat faster. After taking a deep breath, she finally mustered up the courage to walk out of the bathroom.
When she returned to the living room, she found that Duan Yuchen, who was supposed to be there, was gone. Qiao Jingyu couldn't help but feel puzzled. She quickly scanned the entire room and finally stopped at the balcony. Through the translucent curtains, she could vaguely see Duan Yuchen's tall figure standing there. He casually placed his left hand on the railing, and raised his right hand high, as if he was holding a cigarette to his lips. Wisps of bluish-white smoke rose from his side face, as light and ethereal as a veil.
The man was as tall and straight as a pine tree, with a slender and elegant figure, as straight as the bamboo in the mountains. His shoulders were broad and solid, but his waist was just slender, showing a perfect proportion that made people stare at him sideways and unable to look away for a long time.
She slowly raised her foot and walked towards the balcony. Perhaps he was keenly aware of her approaching figure, Duan Yuchen suddenly turned around and faced her direction. Then, he leaned his back against the railing leisurely, exuding a lazy and charming aura.
Qiao Jingyu stared quietly at the charming man in front of her, especially his seemingly casual but actually charming posture. She pursed her lips involuntarily, and then said in a voice so subtle that only she could hear it: "Are you...are you okay?"
Duan Yuchen slightly lowered the cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke rose up, blurring part of his handsome face, but still couldn't cover up the faint smile in his voice. He asked softly, "If I say I have something to do, what are you going to do?"
Qiao Jingyu's cheeks flushed when she heard this, and her shyness was beyond words. She subconsciously lowered her head and reached out to gently gather the strands of hair scattered around her ears. Her heart was in a panic, and she had no idea how to respond to the other party's sudden question.
Duan Yuchen didn't seem to be in a hurry to get an answer, but just waited quietly. However, after a long while, he still couldn't hear a word from Qiao Jingyu. So, he spoke again: "I said I have something to do, will you allow me to continue what I just didn't finish?"
Qiao Jingyu raised her head abruptly, her eyes somewhat evasive, then quickly shook her head and whispered, "No... no."
Duan Yuchen saw this, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and asked with a smile: "If that's the case, then why do you still have to ask?"
"I...I'm just asking." Qiao Jingyu said.
Duan Yuchen took two slow steps forward, his steps steady and firm, and finally stopped beside Qiao Jingyu. His broad and powerful hands gently stroked her back, as if he just wanted to feel where she was.
Qiao Jingyu's body trembled violently, as if she was struck by an electric current, and her whole body instantly became stiff. She widened her eyes, turned her head in astonishment, and stammered, "You...what do you want to do?"
Duan Yuchen was standing behind Qiao Jingyu at this time. He was seen holding his hands firmly on the railing. His tall body was like an indestructible mountain, tightly encircling the petite and fragile Qiao Jingyu between his broad chest and the cold railing. He leaned over slightly, approached Qiao Jingyu's ear, and whispered: "Didn't you ask me if I was okay? Now let you feel it for yourself."
"what?"
However, before she could react, Duan Yuchen had already pressed against her. In an instant, Qiao Jingyu clearly felt an extremely hard object pressing against her waist. Her face suddenly turned red like a ripe apple, and she even felt like it was about to burst. In a panic, she subconsciously took a step forward, leaning her whole body tightly against the railing, and her eyes were cast towards the crowd who were leisurely strolling downstairs, and she shouted anxiously: "Don't mess around... There are people down there!"
At this moment, a low and slightly teasing laugh came from the depths of Duan Yuchen's throat. Then, his magnetic voice blew past Qiao Jingyu's ears like a breeze: "I know, don't be afraid, I promise you I won't do anything. I just want to hold you tightly like this and smell the charming fragrance on your body."
When he spoke, his hot breath, accompanied by a faint smell of tobacco, sprayed on Qiao Jingyu's cochlea and neck, making her feel itchy and numb.
Qiao Jingyu shrank her neck, her heart beating wildly, "Are you free tomorrow night?"
"what's up?"
Qiao Jingyu turned around and faced Duan Yuchen, "I'll arrange for you to meet my father and grandmother."
"it is good."
Qiao Jingyu pondered for a while. The two of them almost had a fight just now. Things had developed to this point. Qiao Jingyu felt that there were some things she had to say, but... thinking about what she was going to say next, Qiao Jingyu felt a little embarrassed.
Qiao Jingyu took a deep breath and pursed her slightly swollen red lips. "I want to talk to you about my thoughts on that matter."
Duan Yuchen raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, then put his hand on the railing, turned his head and blew out a circle of bluish-white smoke, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's...it's what almost happened to us on the sofa just now." Qiao Jingyu almost bit her tongue after saying this.
"Well, you tell me and I listen."
Qiao Jingyu swallowed and eased her nervousness. "We haven't been dating for long, and you haven't formally met my family. Our parents haven't met each other. We haven't obtained a marriage certificate, so we are not a legal couple. Before these things are completed, I... I don't want to give myself up. It's not that you are not good, nor that I don't like you enough, but that I feel insecure. I'm afraid of betrayal and loss..."