Chapter 1236 - 720: Tackle vs Counterattack, Do You Like the Present Me? (Second Update)

Chapter 1236: Chapter 720: Tackle vs Counterattack, Do You Like the Present Me? (Second Update)

Here’s the translated text:

The Valentine’s kiss, brief and hurried, came so unexpectedly that she had no time to truly feel it.

...At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Jiang Chengsi’s lips were soft, hot, burning like fire. This kiss stayed at the lips, lightly pecking, brushing her lips—enough to take her breath away.

Jiang Chengsi lowered his head, rubbing her nose tip.

Again and again, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, bold with a hint of mischief.

Many girls, during their adolescence, have often liked a few bad boys.

Jiang Chengsi wasn’t always so rebellious. He was once a sunny and cheerful boy, with a bit of both right and wrong etched in his bones, unaware of how enticing he was at this moment.

"Is it still bitter?" He asked, his voice low.

She quickly shook her head, understanding his intention. If she nodded now, it would be a disguised request for a kiss. She was a girl, after all, and had pride.

"Not bitter?" Jiang Chengsi raised his eyebrows.

"It’s not bitter anymore." Her heart was beating like a drum, but facing his strong, invasive aura, she still shook her head.

"But..." His finger caressed her chin, "I still want to..."

"Kiss you once more, alright?"

"..."

Si Qingxiao was completely bewildered. Why ask me about such a thing? She lifted her face slightly, pressing her lips tightly together. As the slanting sunlight poured in, her fluttering lashes from nervousness were clearly visible.

She didn’t dare to move, just watched him come closer, her legs trembling weakly.

Her mind went blank, as if it was going to drag her into the abyss.

Beijing’s temperature still hovered below zero, freezing the water, yet their chaotic breaths were so scorching it seemed they might burn one another to ashes.

Si Qingxiao’s bloodstream surged through her whole body, as if it was going to explode. She didn’t know how to kiss, kept pressing her lips together, her face turning bright red.

And Jiang Chengsi was also tentative in this regard, not going deeper, only letting their lips touch each other, neither too close nor too distant.

"Auntie said you haven’t dated anyone, so was Valentine’s Day your first kiss?" Jiang Chengsi remembered they had chatted about related topics, knowing she hadn’t been with any guys, but asked again.

"Mm." She nodded.

"Same here."

"..."

Si Qingxiao used to think he was very straightforward, felt speaking with him or doing anything didn’t require excessive forethought, but this kind of directness displayed in this matter felt quite overwhelming.

"You’re not mad anymore?" Si Qingxiao cautiously asked, "I didn’t mean to hide it from you all, it’s just that after the issue with the You Family, I wasn’t sure how to begin..."

Jiang Chengsi wasn’t someone who made a fuss. Though surprised and shocked at the time, seeing her acting like the end of the world was near, after spending so long at the Si Family, watching her on edge, sending him all sorts of funny expressions, it amused him instead.

This girl used to not be so proactive.

Warm and elegant, composed and graceful, suddenly like a little daughter, apprehensive and coquettish, thus intriguing.

Therefore, he reverted to his old self, face tense, "Who told you I’m not mad?"

"You already..."

With all the kissing, all this flirtation, taking advantage of her so much, she gave up something too, was it all for nothing?

"What do you mean—I already what?" Jiang Chengsi continued to pin her to the chair, seeing her like a trapped little creature, both angry and annoyed, he found it really funny.

"You’re being shameless!"

"Indeed!" He openly admitted, even giving her an expression of her having no alternatives.

Truly asking for a fight.

Si Qingxiao: "..."

How could he be so unreasonable?

"Things are like this now, so what do you want to do?" She pressed her lips tightly, here to resolve things, certainly needed to be straightforward.

Jiang Chengsi propped his hands on the armrests, gazing at her, "Miss Si, you’ve kept it from me for so long, shouldn’t I be the one asking what you want to do?"

Actually, Jiang Chengsi was simple and silly, in this matter, not entirely clueless. Her sewing him clothes by hand, being invited out on Valentine’s, already indicated something.

"Tell me, what do you want to get from me?"

"Or rather, what do you seek, or keeping it from us, watching us being spun around by you—is that fun for you?"

"Or do you feel that if we know your identity, we want something from you?"

...

Si Qingxiao didn’t expect him to come up with so many things in his mind, speaking so sharply, making her panic even more.

Jiang Chengsi once opposed his father Jiang Zhaolin, with words riddled with thorns, able to speak cynical and acerbic remarks offhandedly.

"Miss Si, rest assured, not everyone is interested in your Si Family." Jiang Chengsi smiled at her, retreated, picked up the half-cool hangover soup on the table, drank it all, a mouthful of bitterness.