Chapter 371: Volume 1, Chapter 371 – I Insist on Tasting the Bitterness of Love (11)

Jiang Zhi looked at him calmly: "Speak."

Ning Xun's throat was dry and hoarse; he struggled to say: "I, I thought..."

Seeing him stumble, Jiang Zhi simply helped him out: "You thought I was fickle, flirting with you while having a boyfriend?"

She gave a light smile, tinged with sarcasm: "Ning Xun, where did you hear I have a boyfriend? The person who picked me up while shopping that day was just a ride‑hail car I hired; I bought so many clothes I couldn't carry them home, and the car had a problem?"

Besides, I've never treated anyone else the way I treat you; apart from you, I have no male friends at all.

Yes, I like you—can't a girl pursue a guy? Does a girl chasing a guy mean she's promiscuous?

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt; she shoved him hard, tears like a broken string of pearls streaming down her cheeks, splashing into finer droplets, she wept silently, venting the sorrow in her heart.

Ning Xun reached out and pulled her into his embrace, letting her pound him relentlessly; a dull, agonizing pain filled his chest, as if countless blades were slicing him, overwhelming him with guilt and regret.

"Sorry, sorry…"

【Villain Ning Xun Love Points 86】

…

After getting out of the taxi, Ning Xun carried her toward the residential complex's entrance, his coat already removed and draped over her.

Her body was light, bonelessly soft as she lay on his back; the skin under her palms was fine and smooth, threads of fragrance mingling with his breath, warming her body and seeping into her blood, flowing with his violently beating heart to every limb.

Feeling the tension and stiffness beneath her, Jiang Zhi leaned close to his ear, her voice low.

"Do you like me now?"

A hot breath fell on his ear, flowing freely, sending waves of tingling numbness.

He nearly lost his footing, stopping in place to struggle for steady breathing.

Then, without a word, he continued walking forward.

Jiang Zhi, receiving no reply, wasn't angry; she hooked her wrist around his neck and closed her eyes.

Exiting the elevator, they arrived at the door and stopped.

Jiang Zhi didn't want to get down from his back; her voice was so soft it dissolved into the cool summer night breeze.

"I like you—I've liked you since the moment I first saw you."

Her lips trembled slightly, the fingers resting on his shoulder curling as she made a solemn, earnest confession.

Before Ning Xun could respond, her vision blurred; the boy grabbed her waist and dragged her into a dark room, the door clicking shut, her back pressed against the cold, hard door, darkness filling her sight, scorching, rapid breaths blowing against her face.

The boy longed to press her into his chest, gripping her waist tightly, his dark eyes suppressing a surge of emotion and desire.

He seized her wrist, pressing it against his heart.

"Thump‑thump‑thump—!"

His heart pounded so hard it seemed it might burst from his chest, each beat jolting her palm with rapid, forceful shocks.

"Do you feel it?" It wasn't sweet talk, nor a reply to her confession; he simply told her in a plain, direct way.

——I like you.

Jiang Zhi's eyes lifted; she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, rose on her tiptoes, and lightly kissed the corner of his mouth.

Ning Xun stood frozen for a few seconds, then reached out with his calloused palm to grip the back of her head, kissing her urgently yet restrainedly.

Unskilled, awkward, and headlong.

He pried open her delicate lips, kissing her like a wolf‑dog.

The hem of her suspenders‑style retro short skirt was pulled to the top of her legs; her fine, snow‑white long legs wrapped around his waist, the woman exquisitely sensitive, melting into a soft puddle against his embrace.

Her dazed, dark eyes grew wet and red; the kiss smeared her lipstick from the corners of her mouth, adding a rich, alluring charm.

The boy kissed his way to the bedside of the bedroom, undoing his pure black shirt; his build was sturdy and approaching perfect—broad shoulders, narrow waist, clearly defined abdominal muscles, with no trace of the thinness he had when clothed.

His kiss moved to her full, round earlobe, where he lightly sucked and nibbled, a vivid red almost dripping.

His voice grew low and hoarse, pressing back the surging heat.

"May I?"

Jiang Zhi gave a slight nod.

The foolish boy still knew about protection; he picked up his clothes, intending to go outside to buy contraceptives.

Jiang Zhi could bear it no longer; she straddled him, her voice soft and alluring.

"No need for that."

"She can't get pregnant anyway—what's there to avoid?"

—

The next afternoon.

Waking up, Jiang Zhi couldn't help but sigh.

Being young and strong is just great.

The boy came to her repeatedly, even following her into the bathroom for a shower.

He was like a wolf‑dog that had just tasted meat, desperate to cling to her.

In the latter half of the night, Jiang Zhi could no longer endure; she cried until her voice gave out, and only then did the boy let her go.

Her body felt fresh; presumably, while she slept he had wiped her down.

Getting out of bed, her legs were weak and sore; she staggered to the wardrobe, pulled out a set of Ning Xun's own sleepwear, and put it on.

Leaving the bedroom, she smelled a strong burnt odor.

Jiang Zhi walked over and saw the kitchen in utter disarray.

Ning Xun's face was grave and earnest, one hand gripping a spatula, the other holding the pot; the iron pot was ablaze, flames raging, he rushed to the faucet and turned on the water to extinguish the fire.

The range hood wasn't on; thick black smoke filled the kitchen and spread into the living room.

Jiang Zhi stared, dumbfounded, then hurried over, opened the window to ventilate, and switched on the range hood to suck away the black smoke.

Ning Xun stood by the door like a punished student, head lowered, still holding a spatula in his hand, looking pitiful.

Jiang Zhi sighed helplessly: "You can't cook?"

Ning Xun nodded.

Jiang Zhi took the spatula from his hand, put it in the sink, then walked up to him and rubbed his curly head, feeling soft and smooth.

"It's fine."

Ning Xun lifted his eyes; his cold, dark pupils reflected her figure, and deep inside lay an undisguisable affection.

He looked at the woman in his pajamas before him, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his pupil color darkened, and his ears turned red.

"I want to kiss you." The words were blunt.

Jiang Zhi, hearing that, couldn't resist the boy's charming eyes and hummed in assent.

Ning Xun eagerly drew close, lifted her body, had her sit on the kitchen's white porcelain countertop, then moved in to kiss her, full of aggression.

The boy learned extremely quickly, found the sensitive spot in her mouth, and with his tongue tip minutely tangled and licked.

The kiss made Jiang Zhi's eye corners blush, forcing out crystal-clear tears one by one.

She wanted to push him away, but the boy refused to let go, unwilling to loosen even a bit.

Until the situation grew increasingly dangerous.

Jiang Zhi shoved him away hard, eyes down, braced against the cold countertop, panting heavily, "I'm hungry, I'm really hungry."

Ning Xun's lower body was a mess, his skin burning all over, his dark gaze fixed on her silhouette, he drew a deep breath, suppressing his emotion/desire, his voice hoarse, revealing a hint of pity: "Alright."

After driving him out of the kitchen, Jiang Zhi felt a little uneasy.

With the boy's such intense desire, she couldn't hold out either!