Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 22 Don't Just Want Love
Jin Yanchen sat up.

The weights in front of him filled half the table, and he just threw them aside lightly. He reached out and pinched her delicate wrist, stroking the palm of her hand intentionally or unintentionally.

My true heart flickers with the light.

He smiled wickedly, and when he raised his eyes to look at her, there was a hint of playfulness that could not be concealed. He deliberately stuck close to her eardrum and spoke in a very authentic Beijing accent.

"I like you."

Jian Yi curled up her legs, her heart was numbed by the heat, and his affectionate eyes seemed to be pressed against her face, making her dare not look at him again.

But Jin Yanchen was still lifting her chin with evil intentions. The light and shadow in his eyes were confused, making it difficult to see his true color. However, he grasped the ambiguous atmosphere very well. His lazy hands gently wrapped around her waist, and his affectionate eyes were the sweetest poison.

Suddenly, he pressed down heavily, his lips were soft and his face was red with wine. He conveyed his love with his lips and teeth, but he did not say love easily.

Just bend down and kiss her lips again and again at night.

"You were good today and didn't cry." Leaving her lips, Jin Yanchen tilted his head back and took a sip of wine. His lips were moist and his eyes were a little blurry.

Unexpectedly, Jian Yi was moved by his words.

How can I describe his meticulousness, and how can I persuade myself to stay sober.

Jian Yi lowered her eyelashes and suppressed the urge to cry.

"If you keep saying that, I'm going to cry again."

Jin Yanchen sneered when he heard that. He slowly raised his hand and stroked her hair with his warm palm, his tone lazy and casual.

"Okay, I'll coax you."

This fearless and calm tone is exactly what makes Meng Lang the most fascinating person in him.

Jian Yi moved closer to his chest, and their two closed hearts slowly leaned against each other. In that instant, the past and the future flashed before her eyes, but she felt that these elusive phantoms were far less important than the present.

In the dim space, she raised her clear and bright eyes, shed her coldness, and snuggled obediently in his arms.

As if he had made up his mind, Jian Yi took a deep breath and spoke.

"Jin Yanchen, let me love you."

The wind seemed to stop at this moment, and no matter how loud and noisy it was, it seemed to be completely swallowed up.

The shaking of the wine in the glass stopped, and Jin Yanchen slowly raised his eyelids. He still glanced at her with a smile, his eyes were like thick ink, and carried a bit of thoughtful scrutiny.

Jin Yanchen really likes to guess people's minds. During those boring days, he often sits in the center of the crowd, looking down on everyone.

The colder it is, the clearer my thoughts are.

Those dark and filthy thoughts were hidden nowhere, but he pretended not to know, clinked his wine glasses, and smiled contemptuously.

But at this moment, he found that he couldn't quite understand this girl Jian Yi.

She almost never asked him for anything, asking for nothing but seeming to ask for something. She was said to be calm, but she wanted to talk about love with him.

Although she was passionate, she was always reserved in everything she did. She even pretended to be drunk and tested his love for him.

Jin Yanchen sighed helplessly, still looking at her with the same gentle eyes.

Unwarranted indulgence, holding her in his arms, swinging on the scale of satisfaction and loss of control, but still dragging his lazy Beijing accent, he bent down and kissed her hot cheek.

"Be greedy, Xiaoyi."

"Don't just want love."

That day, Jian Yi had a very deep dream.

The dream still showed the scene in the eastern suburbs. Jin Yanchen was sitting high among the crowd, holding a wine glass and smiling, his eyes very indifferent.

Seeing her coming, he waved to her.

Jian Yi didn't know why she asked in her dream, "Jin Yanchen, are you happy?"

The lively atmosphere seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water because of her words. Jin Yanchen slowly lowered his head, pinched her earlobe, and said in a joking tone, "I'm happy when you are here."

The dream came to an abrupt end here. There was a knock on the door and she was awakened. Someone handed her a bowl of sobering soup in a daze. When she walked downstairs in her slippers, she saw Jin Yanchen watering the flowers downstairs in his light-colored home clothes.

He has never been afraid of the cold. Even in the cold winter, he only wears a thin coat and holds a long-handled dark green kettle in his hand. His muscles are beautiful and strong, and he can water the flowers to create a picturesque beauty.

I still remember one night when Lin Qingruan was smoking downstairs, she said to her, "People like Jin Yanchen don't want money, they just want to be pleasant to the eye. It's worth sleeping with them once."

Jian Yi continued: "It seems I have to work harder.

effort?"

Thinking of this topic, Jian Yi burst out laughing. Jin Yanchen turned around at this time and looked at her with a smile, "Has our little drunkard woken up?"

Jian Yi was a little embarrassed by his words. She walked to his side in two or three steps and asked with the intention of changing the subject, "Are you planting flowers?"

"Yeah, camellia."

Jin Yanchen smiled helplessly: "It is said that it will bloom in late winter, but I have planted it for two years and it still hasn't bloomed. I guess I haven't taken good care of it."

Jian Yi didn't know how to grow flowers. She lowered her head to look at the camellia that was buried in the soil with only a bunch of thin buds emerging. She looked at it carefully for a while and said, "I think it will bloom in the spring next year."

Jin Yanchen found it funny and asked her how she knew that.

Jian Yi pointed to the sky and told him that the secret could not be revealed and he just had to wait until next spring.

Jin Yanchen put down the kettle at this time. He held her in his arms, resting his chin on her neck, and said tenderly, "Then come and watch it with our Xiaoyi in the spring of next year."

Time is an extremely ambiguous word. Jian Yi was stunned for a moment, then she held his hand on her waist with both hands. Her tone was still warm, "Okay, I'll watch it with you next year."

(End of this chapter)