Jingxia Rose

Chapter 122: The Kiss
Wen Qi smiled slightly upon hearing this. He felt that her hand was no longer as cold as before, so he let go and raised his hand to brush away the stray hairs that were covering half of his eye.

She asked softly, "What would you like to eat?"

Ji Xian's heart skipped a beat, completely overwhelmed by the tender, gentle gaze in his eyes. His voice was light and airy as he said, "I have some noodles at home. I'll just cook something when I get back."

Wen Qi thought that since she was dressed so lightly, it was indeed inconvenient for her to eat out.

He nodded, leaned over to pull her seatbelt, and the distance between them suddenly closed.

Ji Xuan had her eyes half-closed. The drink she was drinking seemed to be a special cocktail, but she didn't know what it was called. It had a fruity aroma when she drank it, and she could also taste the whiskey flavor. It was also sweet when it went down her throat.

She wasn't a big drinker to begin with, and this drink must have been quite strong. The second glass seemed to be a rose-flavored cocktail, with a beautiful color. She only took a small sip, but she could taste the rich rose aroma.

I felt fine in the cold wind, the alcohol wasn't too strong, but now, perhaps because it's too warm inside the car, the aftereffects are slowly creeping up my spine to my brain, making me feel slightly confused and disoriented.

A crisp, cool woody scent suddenly enveloped her. She paused, gently lifted her eyelids, and mumbled, "What are you doing?"

Her soft voice carried a hint of coquettishness, and when Wen Qi lowered his eyes, he could see her crimson lips and her fair and beautiful swan neck.

He felt a slight itch in his throat, and a strange, inexplicable unease settled over him.

His voice had become hoarse without him realizing it. "Seatbelt."

"Oh."

Ji Xian responded casually. He got tired of sitting sideways, so he changed his position. His high heels were also uncomfortable, so he simply took them off.

Wen Qi had always thought he had good self-control, but now, facing Ji Xian, his self-control, which he had always been proud of, was being challenged.

I almost lost control just now.

He fastened the seatbelt for her, and as he looked away, his gaze swept across her smooth forehead. He could hardly recall what the comforting kiss had felt like.

He pursed his lips and started the car.

The effects of the alcohol hit him quickly; less than ten minutes after the car started moving, Ji Xuan was asleep leaning back in his seat.

To be honest, Zheng Feilin didn't cause her any psychological trauma. She wasn't afraid of him at all. At that time, she was ready to pull his hair and hit his chin with her elbow.

During my free time in Moscow, I went to a combat sports gym with my colleagues and attended about six classes. I did learn something.

It's perfectly fine for simple self-defense.

As for why she felt like crying when she saw Wen Qi, she attributed it to being overly sentimental.

Yes, it's just being dramatic!
When the car arrived outside the residential area, Wen Qi parked it. Seeing that she was still asleep, he didn't want to wake her. He opened the car door, unbuckled her seatbelt, took her bag, and carefully carried her out of the car.

Suddenly suspended in mid-air, Ji Xian was startled and abruptly opened his eyes.

Wen Qi tightened his grip on her, "Don't be afraid, it's me."

Hearing his voice and smelling his familiar woody scent, Ji Xian closed her eyes again, wrapped her arms around his neck, and snuggled into his embrace.

A gust of wind blew, and I slept for another half hour, which helped me sober up a bit.

But my head still feels a little heavy.

Sensing her dependence, Wen Qi paused, lowered his eyes to glance at her fair face, raised the corners of his lips, and quickened his pace to enter the residential area.

Upon reaching the door, Ji Xuan seemed to sense something, opened his eyes, and reached out to enter the password.

Once inside, Wen Qi placed her on a pair of cotton slippers; the high heels she had taken off were still in his car.

Wen Qi placed her bag in the middle of the shoe cabinet shelf, turned on the heater in the room for her, and took off his shoes before going inside.

Ji Xian took off his coat and his own suit jacket, tossing them onto the sofa, revealing his slender, fair back, and prepared to go to the kitchen. "Didn't you eat dinner either?"

Wen Qi walked over and felt that she was in a semi-conscious, semi-dazed state and not suitable to go into the kitchen.

He reached out and grabbed her arm. "Leave the cooking to me. You go remove your makeup and take a shower; you'll feel better."

Ji Xian was a beat slow to react, then nodded slowly and held up two fingers. "Okay. I want two eggs."

Wen Qi couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Okay, I understand."

After she went into the room, Wen Qi went to the kitchen, found a bag of wide noodles, and took out a few eggs, a bunch of green vegetables, and chopped green onions from the refrigerator.

Then I stood at the counter, stumped.

He doesn't know how to cook noodles.

I was so confident just now, but now I feel like I've been slapped twice in the face.

After thinking it over, just as he was about to take out his phone to look up a recipe for egg noodles online, Ji Xian suddenly appeared again and shouted, "Wen Qi, can you help me untie this necklace? I can't untie it."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qi walked out, looked at the white rose necklace around her neck, and reached out to untie it for her.

Ji Xian took the necklace, held it in her hand, looked up to thank him, and then turned and walked into the house.

Wen Qi smiled and gave up on searching for tutorials on his phone. He decisively called Aunt Zhao and asked her for the detailed steps.

Aunt Zhao was quite surprised when she heard him say he was going to cook noodles.

He didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed, and said truthfully, "Ji Xian drank too much and wanted to eat noodles."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhao immediately beamed with joy and, over the phone, instructed him step by step.

After removing her makeup, Ji Xuan felt much more refreshed. She washed her hair and took a shower, covered her hair with a hair drying cap, changed into a silk V-neck nightgown, and went out.

Seeing Wen Qi busy in the kitchen, with his sweater sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black suit pants that made his legs look long and straight.

Cooking noodles is actually quite simple, but this was Wen Qi's first time making them.

So it took a while to finish. Once it was done, he took two soup bowls, put in the seasonings, and picked the noodles out of the pot.

As he was putting vegetables in with chopsticks, two slender arms reached out from his side and wrapped around his waist from behind, and Ji Xian's head rested against his broad back.

Wen Qi froze, his heart pounded, and his hand holding the chopsticks trembled, causing the vegetables to fall into his bowl.

He looked down at the soft hands clasped around his waist, swallowed hard, slowly turned around, met her clear almond eyes, and licked his lips.

Trying to find her voice, she said, "Is everything washed? The noodles are ready too. Go sit outside, I'll bring them out..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Xuan glanced at his handsome face, and as if possessed, tiptoed and planted a light kiss on his cheek.

Wen Qi was startled again, his restraint in his eyes was clouded over, and his eyes, reflecting her face after her bath, gradually became hot.

Ji Xian looked up at him and said softly.

“I think, since it’s a relationship between two people, there’s no reason for you to put in the effort alone. I can’t just take your efforts for granted without agreeing to be with you, like I’m deliberately keeping you hanging on. I don’t like that feeling.”

"Although I'm afraid of repeating the same mistakes, I think this time our ending shouldn't be parting ways again."

She held onto his waist tightly, and asked softly, "Wen Qi, what do you think?"

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