Chapter 366: Volume 1 Chapter 366 I insist on trying the bitterness of love (6)

Upon meeting that gaze, the man felt a chill run down his spine, immediately discarded his covetous thoughts, and stood a little farther away from them.

Jiang Zhi, standing behind Ning Xun, caught the boy's gaze through the elevator door and covered her mouth, letting out a light laugh.

Ning Xun heard the clear laughter behind him, instinctively looked forward, and met the woman's teasing, pleased gaze; his body tensed slightly, his face turned cold and stern, and he lowered his eyes to avoid her stare.

After the stranger left the sixth-floor elevator, Jiang Zhi walked over to Ning Xun at a leisurely pace, and as she moved, her tied-back long hair swayed.

Ning Xun clearly caught the scent drifting from her, which penetrated his limbs and bones, entwining and lingering.

He shrank into the corner, unwilling to stand beside her.

But the elevator space was only so large; no matter how he tried to hide, he couldn't escape.

Jiang Zhi stopped halfway to him, rose on her toes, exhaled like orchid, the breath falling on his ear, and said in a coquettish voice, 'Little brother, are you jealous?'

Ning Xun's hand, hidden in his sleeve, clenched into a fist; his whole body trembled slightly, and the instant she lifted her fingertip to touch him, he swiftly grabbed her wrist, lowered his brows and eyes, and his soft curls obscured the expression in his eyes.

'Don't touch me.'

Jiang Zhi's hazy eyes flickered, a thin mist of water gathering, and she softly cried out in pain, 'You hurt me……'

Seeing the alluring crimson suffusing the corner of her eye, Ning Xun, as if shocked, released her hand, stepped back two paces, and as the elevator doors opened, strode out, his back looking somewhat disheveled.

Jiang Zhi rubbed the wrist where the red mark remained, and a smile she could not suppress played at her lips.

His grip on her wrist wasn't strong; it was just that this body was too delicate, prone to leaving marks.

She had merely cried out in pain, and he hastily let go.

'Really cute.'

If I were to date him, it would surely be more interesting.

…

Having returned to his room at top speed, Ning Xun pressed his back against the door, raised his hand, and firmly pressed it over his heart.

'Thump-thump-thump—'

It pounded violently, as if it wanted to burst out of his chest.

He turned, bent down to the peephole, and looked outside.

The woman passing his doorway suddenly stopped; perhaps the temperature was too stifling, she slipped off her right shoulder strap, revealing skin that glowed white, flushed pink from the heat.

Ning Xun's pupils constricted, and his face suddenly flushed hot.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, raised his long fingers to cover his eyes, his breathing rapid, his breath scorching hot.

For a long while.

The boy's slightly trembling voice was unusually hoarse, his Adam's apple rolling.

'Shameless.'

He would absolutely not like a woman like her.

No! He would never like women at all.

He kept repeating it in his heart.

But the wound in his heart, already torn open, only grew wider, and he could not return to how he once was.

…

【Villain Ning Xun's Love Points: 32.】

In the bathroom.

Jiang Zhi stood under the showerhead, rinsing off the heat and stickiness on her body.

After each run, she would take a shower upon returning, which felt especially refreshing.

Golden hair ends fell at her sides, the steaming mist rising in clouds blurred her silhouette, and droplets trailed down her slender waist, beautiful as a rich oil painting, making the blood surge.

'32 points~' she said, slipping into her satin pajamas and walking step by step to the computer, propping her chin and laughing, 'I thought it was only 3 points.'

777 asked: 'Host, do you still want to play games?'

Jiang Zhi shook her head: 'Time to write.'

She fished for three days and dried nets for two, irregular updates becoming the norm, and the comment section mostly filled with pleas for updates and notices of abandonment.

The early part of her second novel had no particular highlights; secret crushes are something most people have experienced, but what truly draws readers in is whether the male lead actually has feelings for the female lead.

Jiang Zhi wrote two chapters and posted them online.

She glanced at the time; more than two hours had passed.

She felt exhausted all over, finding that playing games and writing novels were equally tiring.

It was still early.

She picked up her phone, rose, and left the house.

She came next door and rang the doorbell.

'Ding-ding-ding—!'

No one opened the door for a long while.

Jiang Zhi guessed the boy was standing behind the door, looking at her through the peephole, and she cleared her throat, saying, 'I dropped something at your place.'

Sure enough, the door opened.

Ning Xun had changed into a black long-sleeved pajama set, which made his tall, slender figure look even more striking; his deep brown curls, under the hallway sensor light, glimmered with faint gold.

'What?'

Jiang Zhi pointed to her earlobe, 'My earring.'

Ning Xun clearly did not want her to come in to search, and asked coldly, 'Where?'

Jiang Zhi raised her brows, 'How would I know where? That night I was both making you hangover soup and taking care of you, exhausted from staying up all night, so I had no attention to spare for where the earring fell.'

Ning Xun had no memory of that night at all; whenever he drank, he would black out and remember nothing.

However, he learned from his teammates that when he drinks alcohol he does not go crazy; he just stays quietly.

So that night he probably didn't do anything outrageous to her—Ning Xun thought uncertainly.

Seeing him lost in thought, Jiang Zhi lifted her leg and stepped into the room, pushed him aside, and walked into the living room.

Ning Xun followed behind her, his expression icy cold, saying: "I can, help you look."

"No need." Jiang Zhi brushed aside her shoulder-length golden hair, half-squatted beside the sofa, and searched everywhere.

Ning Xun stood like a statue in place, restraining the impulse to drive her out, his thin lips pressed together, his distinct-knuckled fingers clenched the hem of his clothing.

Jiang Zhi, who had been squatting on the ground searching for half a day, found nothing, let out a cold snort, pointed at him and questioned: "Is it you who hid it?"

Ning Xun:?

Faced with such an unreasonable question, the youth's forehead veins bulged, his gaze almost ferocious as he looked at her.

"No."

Jiang Zhi tried to stand up, but having squatted too long, her legs were a bit numb.

After hesitating a moment, she extended her wrist toward him.

"Help me up a bit."

Ning Xun's body didn't move an inch, he looked at her request for help with cold eyes.

"Impossible."

Upon hearing that, Jiang Zhi's eye corners slightly reddened, her dark eyes moistened, she glared at him, then immediately lay on the sofa and began to sob.

Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, the soft, grievous sobs echoed throughout the living room.

"Wuu… That night, to take care of you, I didn't sleep all night; now you won't even help me up a bit—my sincerity toward you was ultimately wasted!"

Ning Xun's pupils were cold and deep, his back teeth clenched, the surgical scar on his abdomen, long healed, throbbed faintly.

He deeply regretted why he had chosen to move here to live.

If he didn't live here, he wouldn't have met her; if he hadn't met her, his life wouldn't be so painful.

"Stop crying!" He said each word deliberately: "I, will help!"

Jiang Zhi had not a tear at the corner of her eye; her slightly lifted eyes sparkled like jewels, scattering specks of starlight.

When their fingers touched, Ning Xun's palm was much larger than hers; he firmly grasped her hand and then pulled her up from the ground.