The door slammed shut with a bang, and Qiao Anlu’s whole body trembled.
She looked left and right, and in the end had no idea what to do, so she simply turned around and ran toward the bedroom.
Ning Zesheng strode forward and grabbed her, pulling her back into his arms from behind. "Where do you think you’re running off to?"
"Th-then, could you let go of me first, we can talk this out properly." Qiao Anlu weakly pushed at him, afraid of making him angry.
Ning Zesheng simply let her go, looking like he really was ready to have a proper talk with her.
This only made Qiao Anlu even more awkward. She lowered her head and thought for a moment before finally saying, "What exactly did you come to see me for, Mr. Ning?"
Right now, playing dumb was her only option!
"You really like Zhu Yiming? So you got all dressed up to have a candlelight dinner with him?" Ning Zesheng took a step forward, and Qiao Anlu took a step back.
She ended up backed right up against the sofa with nowhere to retreat, so she braced her hands against Ning Zesheng and said, "It’s not like that, I, I, I..."
She stammered for ages without getting a word out, then finally took a deep breath and said, "Even if I do like Doctor Zhu, what does having a candlelight dinner with him have to do with you, Mr. Ning? Don’t I have the right to date someone? And even if I don’t, you shouldn’t be the one chasing me down over it. Even Sister Ada doesn’t interfere with me!"
Her last sentence came out very soft. Ning Zesheng narrowed his eyes. "Ada?"
Taking advantage of the moment, Qiao Anlu gave him a hard shove, forcing him back a step, then straightened up.
She had just stood up when Ning Zesheng slid an arm around her waist, pulling her back into his embrace. Bowing his head, he said, "You still don’t know why I interfere?"
Qiao Anlu swallowed involuntarily, blinking her big eyes and looking up at him innocently.
"For the past two years, I’ve gone to so much trouble to protect you, to make you popular, to keep an eye on you all the time—why do you think that is?"
Feeling guilty, Qiao Anlu turned her gaze away. Ning Zesheng lowered his head and brushed a kiss over her lips. "You still don’t get it?"
His voice was low and gentle when he said this, incredibly seductive. Qiao Anlu froze for a second, and Ning Zesheng took the opportunity to kiss her again, his tongue sliding straight in, tasting her sweetness.
Qiao Anlu had already been a little dazed to begin with, and in an instant his kiss left her completely lightheaded and dizzy! The kiss was so fierce and so long that when he finally let her go, Qiao Anlu collapsed against his chest, gasping for breath.
"Do you understand now?" Ning Zesheng asked.
"Huh?"
"If you still don’t understand, then we’ll do it again!" Without a hint of hesitation, Ning Zesheng kissed her once more. This time, even his hands weren’t idle, moving from the back of her neck slowly down toward her collarbone, then back up in front... he couldn’t bear to let go of her for even a second.
On the surface he looked cold as ice, but his big hands were broad and warm. Qiao Anlu was completely under his control, almost losing herself in it.
She finally managed to snap out of it, pushed him away, and plopped down onto the sofa, staring at Ning Zesheng in fright.
"So, do you get it now?" Ning Zesheng asked, looking at her lips, flushed from his kissing.
Qiao Anlu nodded furiously.
"Then do you like me?"
Qiao Anlu nodded, then shook her head.
What the hell? What the hell?!
How did it end up like this?!
She hadn’t pushed away this big ice block Ning Zesheng. On the contrary, on the contrary... she’d kind of enjoyed it!
This wasn’t scientific at all, this wasn’t scientific!
Qiao Anlu lifted her hand and slapped herself hard. Had she forgotten how he used to torment her, bully her for fun?
She raised her hand, about to give herself another slap, when Ning Zesheng reached out and grabbed her wrist!