spring tide kiss

Chapter 65 065 If I don’t like him, what about me?

At the dim corner, she could clearly feel someone approaching her little by little.

The senses are also amplified a lot due to the tension.

There was steady breathing above the head, and in the silence all around, only the breathing of the two people could be heard.

The pounding heartbeat in her ears became clearer one after another. She couldn't tell whether the chaotic heartbeat was her own or Chen Huaili's.

Chen Huaili was very close to her, even closer than when she was wearing a seat belt in the car. She could clearly feel the heat on his body.

Shen Jiaen held the cabinet at the entrance with one hand and leaned back slightly.

But it didn't take long for this person to be keenly aware of it, and he also came closer to her, "Do you care about me?"

"Well," Shen Jiaen lowered her head, but after a while she added, "I don't care if you are angry."

The added sentence at the end seemed to be a suffix specifically addressed to Chen Huaili, and it also seemed to be trying to make up for the feelings that he had revealed silently.

Chen Huaili automatically ignored her next sentence and continued to ask, "How much do you care?"

The hand on Shen Jiaen's side began to tighten unconsciously, and his index finger began to dig at the tip of his fingertips. Again and again, the unintentional repeated movements revealed the unknown thoughts over and over again.

How much do you care?She didn't know, but it was probably the reluctance that accumulated in his heart bit by bit when he admitted that she was his sister.

After several times when Chen Huaili called her name in a cold voice, an inexplicable emotion always emerged in his heart.

She knew the origin of that emotion very well, like the feeling of having your things taken away by others and having no choice but to watch them being taken away.

I am irritated and aggrieved, but grievances are the majority.

After seeing no response from her for a long time, Chen Huaili raised his hand and turned on the small light in the entrance hall with a snap.

The lights at the entrance are well designed and are originally low-light lights.At this time, the dim light shone on the faces of the two people, making the atmosphere even more confusing.

Shen Jiaen lowered her head and her gaze was not sure where it was falling. The dim light cast on her profile did not look like normal life, but looked very sweet.

Chen Huaili lowered his head to look at her and said in a very deep voice, "Shen Er'er, I'm angry."

"Then what should I do? How can you not be angry?" She lowered her head and looked at a loss, and her voice was soft and sounded like a coquettish one.

The feeling deep in my heart was stabbed, and the depression just now disappeared quietly, and a faint smile appeared in my eyes unconsciously.

Her appearance fell in Chen Huaili's eyes, and Chen Huaili couldn't help teasing her.

"What do you think we should do?"

Feeling a little overwhelmed by the rhetorical question, Shen Jiaen's voice was low, as if he was admitting a mistake when introspecting, "I don't know."

"Shen Er'er, is it easier for Chen Xuzhi to talk or for me?"

She slowly raised her head to see how cold Chen Huaili's face was. To her surprise, he still had a faint smile in his eyes.

Seeing his gentle expression, he said directly without thinking, "You're welcome to talk."

Chen Huaili raised his eyebrows, "Did you get hurt?"

Shen Jiaen nodded honestly, "A little."

When Chen Xuzhi saw her downstairs, he was obviously confused at first, but within a second he became serious.

When he walked up to him from upstairs, his face was full of seriousness, giving off an air of inhumanity and businesslikeness.

Especially when she heard that she was going to see Mr. Shen, her usual carefree demeanor was gone, with a chill on her face. At that moment, Chen Xuzhi seemed to have suddenly put on a prosecutor's uniform, ready to work anytime and anywhere.

The look in Shen Jiaen's eyes made Shen Jiaen feel a little withdrawn. He just lowered his head and didn't know how his expression changed later.

In the end, he said something. If the sky falls, there will be people with tough words to hold it up.

She was confused.

Chen Huaili approached her, "I can do what he can do. Will I come to him next time?" "I'll come to you next time."

After hearing what he wanted to hear, Chen Huaili smiled at her with a nice curve in his mouth. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of small movements on her side, picking her fingers.

One of the man's hands went directly down to hold the hand that made a small movement.

He grabbed it in his hand and approached her along the wall of the entrance, "How old do you have to be to hold your hand?"

Shen Jiaen wanted to take back his hand, but was pulled tighter by the man.

"What bad habit?" The man began to rub her crimson fingertips.

Not light, not heavy, again and again.

Shen Jiaen's eyes fell directly on the man's beautiful hands, slowly rubbing her fingertips.

One hand has distinct joints, and the hand that was gently rubbed is green and boneless.

"What's your relationship with the man who gave you an umbrella that night?"

With the sudden change of topic, Shen Jiaen looked at him blankly, confused about the situation.

Seeing that she was a little confused, Chen Huaili asked again seriously, "Who is the man who gave you the umbrella?"

"what?"

A trace of awkwardness flashed across Chen Huaili's face, and his ears turned red unconsciously, "The night I took you home."

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out. Who is the 'man who delivers the umbrella' in Chen Huaili's words?
Chen Huaili lowered his head and looked intently at the soft, boneless, crimson hand he held in his hand, "The night of the dinner party."

When Shen Jiaen heard the man talking about having a dinner together, Shen Jiaen instantly understood that when Chen Huaili came to pick her up, only Wen Xun gave her an umbrella. "Wen Xun?"

"Yes." The man raised his eyelids and looked at her, his dark eyes looking dark.

His eyes swept over her face inch by inch, and finally stared straight into her eyes, as if he wanted to peek into her deepest thoughts.

Shen Jiaen moved his lips a few times, and after a while under the man's gaze, he said, "He is my colleague."

Chen Huaili twitched the corners of his lips and said in a cold tone, "I have never seen such a kind-hearted colleague."

"It's raining too much and you didn't come, so I just took a ride in his car."

Chen Huaili's hand was a little heavier, "Is it my fault?"

The strange and angry words came suddenly, and after saying them in a good voice and angrily for so long, this person was still indifferent and always had a cold face.

If he continued talking to this person, he would definitely get another cold face, and Shen Jiaen made a gesture to withdraw his hand.

The man didn't let go, but held her tightly in his hand, "If I didn't come, would you have left with him?"

Shen Jiaen looked at him and pursed his lips without speaking.

Chen Huaili's face darkened a bit, but he still maintained his normal tone, "Do you like him?"

"Who?"

"Your colleague named Wen."

Shen Jiaen glared at him lightly, "Why are you talking nonsense? How can someone like him mean that he sent me home so kindly?"

"That's why I don't like him."

Shen Jiaen rolled her eyes at him angrily. She just liked the ride. She hadn't gotten on the ride yet. If she did, it wouldn't be an engagement.

Chen Huaili stared at her with burning eyes, "What about me?"

(End of this chapter)