Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 1235: Chapter 719: His Gaze Burns—This Man Is Dangerous (3)”Didn’t uncle and aunt tell you we’re coming over today?”

”I was thinking about our meeting this afternoon, how to tell you about myself, didn’t ask much about guests coming over.” That was the truth.

Jiang Chengsi leaned down slightly, getting even closer to her.

The heat from his body rushed over her, making her blood surge.

”So, you’ve been thinking about me?”

”...”

Jiang Chengsi’s face showed no expression, but his words seemed to carry a burning heat.

”Why are you silent? Or are you saying that thinking about me is false? Are you lying to me?” His inherently unruly and mischievous face suddenly turned sharp, exuding a sinister aura.

She pressed her lips tightly together, her heart racing.

”Are you addicted to lying? Lying to me again?” He seemed to be even closer, ”Tell me, what else have you lied about, hmm?”

The final sound was drawn out, his breath long, seeping into her skin.

”Apart from my identity and the club breaking your record, I really haven’t lied to you about anything else.”

”So, thinking about me is true?”

She bit her lip tightly, trying hard to suppress the trembling of her teeth, avoiding his gaze...

Today, Jiang Chengsi was too dangerous!

They had known each other for some time, and although Jiang Chengsi seemed unreliable, he never did anything abrupt or looked at her with such a dangerous and aggressive gaze.

His eyes seemed to carry a hot wind...

Threatening to burn her inch by inch.

”Um... the soup might get cold, do you want to taste it?” She awkwardly changed the subject.

”Looks bitter, can it be drunk?”

”Of course, my dad sometimes drinks too much, and my mom cooks this soup for him.”

”You taste it for me, I’m afraid of bitterness.”

”...”

Her little braid was in his hand, so she had to comply and took a spoonful. To be honest, the soup not only smelled intense, but having been left in the thermos for a long time, the medicinal taste grew even stronger. Just a sip made her face scrunch up.

”How is it? Is it good?” Jiang Chengsi could tell from her expression that the soup wasn’t good, yet he still asked.

She pressed her lips tightly together, her mouth full of bitterness, looked up at Jiang Chengsi, and shook her head.

How could it be good, it was unbearably bitter.

Si Qingxiao had never drunk anything so unpleasant, calling it herbal medicine, it contained things she couldn’t identify, the flavor was rich and strange.

Having swallowed the sobering soup, she just opened her mouth to say something...

Jiang Chengsi suddenly reached out, directly pressing against the armrests of her chair, the chair had casters below, with a slight turn, her whole body suddenly shifted direction.

Locked eyes, hands pressing the chair’s armrests, the chair slid backward, tightly against the table.

She was instantly trapped between the chair and his body, almost about to speak, not yet uttering half a sound, as he leaned over, pressing against the corner of her lips...

His breath was heavy.

The warm breath fell, the warm drop on her lips further shiver-inducing.

”Still bitter?” His voice lowered, the after-burn of strong liquor making his voice huskier than usual.

Breath brushed against her face, nudging her nose.

Warm, gentle.

Jiang Chengsi had always been indifferent to her, she had been pondering how to coax him, unexpectedly he suddenly kissed her, following his heart, stiffly nodding.

If talking about bitterness, the taste in her mouth was surely bitter.

Si Qingxiao just nodded, then sensed a hand slightly lifting her chin, forcing her face to angle just right for his lowering head, planting a taste...

She watched him draw near, a scorching kiss landed on her lips.

Soft, burning.

”Still bitter?” His lips didn’t leave hers, just stayed close, rubbing against her.

If she weren’t seated in the chair, her legs might have long given way...