Chapter 1095: Chapter 646: Sweet Romance, Stir-Fried Scumbag?
The southern wind, mixed with sea breeze, is humid and salty, blowing warmth and sweat onto peopleâs bodies.
Ruan Mengxiâs wrist was held by Qi Zeyan, while her other hand clutched the water she had just bought, icy cold water, its bottle covered in a layer of condensation, cool and refreshing.
At this moment, she still felt as if she were dreaming, everything seemed so unreal.
Since their relationship had been exposed online, everything came rushing in, even Qi Zeyanâs appearance at the club felt like a scene from an idol drama, and at this moment, her head still felt a bit dizzy.
Pulled into the elevator by him, it was still empty inside, before she could react, Qi Zeyan suddenly yanked her forcefully.
Caught off guardâ
Ruan Mengxi collided completely into him, his body was very warm, his breaths chaotic.
His sweaty hands cupped her face, leaning down to kiss her.
His movements were too rushed, coupled with the inexperience of a rookie, this time, it didnât resemble the entanglement in idol dramas, instead it caused Ruan Mengxi pain, and the bottled water she held also dropped, rolling all the way to the elevator door.
"Hissâ" Ruan Mengxi gasped in pain.
He didnât feel like he was kissing, it felt more like he was gnawing on her.
"Iâm sorry." His voice deep and husky, "Does it hurt?"
"Itâs okay..."
The last syllable hadnât even been fully spoken, already swallowed completely by him.
Breathing was chaotic...
At this moment, Ruan Mengxi felt like she was about to suffer a sunstroke in the summer, while Qi Zeyan seemed to have found some method.
Until the elevator reached the 7th floor, "Dingâ" a sound, the door slowly opened, he then leaned to her neck, slightly adjusting his breathing.
The hotel air conditioning chilled people to the bones, yet their bodies felt like they were on fire.
"Xixiâ" Qi Zeyanâs breathing had calmed, but Ruan Mengxiâs forehead rested on his chest, her heart still pounding.
When he spoke, even his breath seemed hooked, as if enticing someone.
Warm.
"Which room are you staying in?"
"725." Ruan Mengxiâs mind was dizzy, so she just directly told him.
"Whereâs the room card?"
"In the pocket..."
Later in the process, when Ruan Mengxi recalled, she couldnât remember how exactly she took him to her room, "Wait outside for a moment, Iâll tidy up."
She lived alone, so there werenât many things to avoid; even personal items were honestly placed around.
Qi Zeyan watched her swipe the card and open the door, perhaps due to the trauma from being blocked outside by Ruan Daqiang last time, he didnât dare wait at the door, glanced at her twice, and suddenly bent down, hooked her leg, and picked her up completely.
Ruan Mengxi had never been carried like this in her life, the world spun, the sudden sensation of weightlessness made her panicked, instinctively exclaimed.
"Bangâ" the door was shut with force.
This was a small single room, a couple of steps from the door to the bed, Qi Zeyan sat down on the bed with her in his arms, and she ended up sitting on him in an extremely embarrassing position, face to face.
"You..." Ruan Mengxi was truly quite frightened.
Growing up watching idol dramas, who hadnât imagined being carried by the male lead, though with Ruan Mengxiâs build, she thought...
It would crush the male lead to death!
And then the whole show would end.
Now sitting on him, her waist pressed by him, the posture was intensely awkward, plus with little clothing, she blushed involuntarily.
"What are you doing?"
"I was afraid you wouldnât let me in."
"Let me down first." Ruan Mengxi really couldnât bear such an embarrassing intimate posture, she wanted to escape, but Qi Zeyan wouldnât let her.
Perhaps unexpectedly, when Ruan Mengxi struggled hard, her strength was so great, she slid off him completely.
Underestimating the height of the bed, a slight carelessness, she slipped and bumped into his stomach.
Qi Zeyan merely groaned, his face changed.
Ruan Mengxi clumsily climbed up, two seconds later she realized sheâd bumped into something, stood there dumbly, not daring to look at him.
Qi Zeyan felt, between them, probably not much romantic could happen.
Seeing his face turning grim, his whole body tense, face increasingly bleak, she was both nervous and guilty, surprisingly she didnât know what to say?
Could it be...
She broke it.
What to do? Impossible.
Ruan Mengxi was in a mess mentally, clueless as to what to say, just staring at him blankly, Qi Zeyan moved, got up, and sighed deeply.
"Are you... are you okay?" She asked timidly, voice low, "About that..."
"Do you want to go to the bathroom... to check, check that."
"About that..." Ruan Mengxi, both guilty and nervous, "Should we go to the Hospital?"