A small candy

Chapter 39 Don't Tempt Me
At that moment, Jian Ling finally understood why Cheng Zhixu had asked her to apply for a Swiss visa over a month ago. She had thought he was taking her on a business trip, but it turned out he wanted to take her to Switzerland to see the snow. Just the two of them, she was so excited just thinking about it.

The two of them huddled on the sofa, covered with the same blanket. The curtains were not drawn, the snow was falling outside, and the anime was playing one episode after another on the projection screen.

Jian Ling played with Cheng Zhixu's fingers from time to time, looking at and touching the small black mole on his wrist bone again and again. She felt that his hands were really beautiful, thin, long, white, and bony. They were the kind that would trigger countless fantasies just by taking a photo of his fingers and sending it out.

Her heart was overflowing with certain emotions, and her whole body was incredibly soft. She leaned into his arms and whispered, "It's ten o'clock. Do you want to go back?"

Cheng Zhixu pondered her tone for a moment, then tilted his head to look at her face: "Don't you want me to leave?"

"No." Jian Ling pretended to be stupid and said seriously, "If you want to go back, you have to leave now. It's getting late and I have to go to work tomorrow morning."

Cheng Zhixu let out a long "ah" and threw the question back to her: "So do you want me to leave or not?"

Jian Ling's mind was a mess. She covered her ears and said, "Whatever, you can leave or not. I'm going to bed." She found the remote control to turn off the projector and struggled out of his arms.

She lay sprawled on the sofa, searching for her slippers. Her off-white plush slippers blended seamlessly into the off-white shag carpet, and the dim light in the room meant she had to search for a while before finding them. Just as she was about to put them on, Cheng Zhixu moved, grabbing her slender ankles and dragging her over to press her under him.

"what--"

Jian Ling let out a strange cry, but the remaining sound was swallowed up in an instant. It was Cheng Zhixu who kissed her.

The lights in the theater hadn't been on. The room was still illuminated by the light from the projection screen, but after the projector was turned off, only the dim streetlight outside the window remained, illuminating the shimmering snow. The light filtering through was even fainter than the moonlight. Even when they were close, they couldn't make out each other's faces.

The rustling sound of fabric echoed clearly in her ears. Jian Ling's mind was in a mess. She struggled for a moment before collapsing on the sofa, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Cheng Zhixu's breath was hot, and he asked her in a low voice: "Do you want me to leave?"

Jian Ling bit her lip, no longer saying one thing and thinking another. Her fingers clenched his sleeve tightly, wrinkling the soft fabric. Her pearly teeth loosened her lips, and she uttered two words softly: "...I don't want to."

Cheng Zhixu tilted his head and smiled, then stood up, pulled his clothes in place, and sat on the edge of the sofa. His breathing was still a little unsteady, and he patted the girl who was still lying there: "Let's go."

"Where are we going?" Jian Ling asked stupidly.

"I'll carry you back to your room to sleep." Cheng Zhixu scratched his slightly damp hair, raised his eyelids and glanced at her, "Didn't you say you had to go to work tomorrow morning?"

Being carried on her boyfriend's back was a rare opportunity, so Jian Ling decisively stood up, no longer wearing slippers, and readily lay on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and crossing them across his chest. Cheng Zhixu lifted her legs and carried her out of the studio.

The corridor was silent. Jian Ling suddenly entered a brightly lit place. She felt a little uncomfortable, squinted her eyes, rested her chin on his neck, and her lips accidentally brushed the tip of his ear.

Cheng Zhixu's steps suddenly stopped, and his breathing, which had finally calmed down, became a mess again. He could only warn her loudly: "Jian Ling, don't seduce me in my house at night."

Jian Ling was rubbing her eyes. Upon hearing this, she stopped and looked completely innocent: "When did I... seduce you?"

"You weren't the one who kissed my ear?"

Jian Ling thought about it and realized that her lips had indeed touched his ear just now. It was not intentional. She was too lazy to explain. Anyway, he always had something to say to her, and she really couldn't argue with him.

After being with him for so long, Jian Ling has become bolder. Unlike when they first started dating, she would blush uncontrollably at the slightest word or action from him.

Jian Ling felt mischievous and leaned over to kiss his ear: "You mean like that?"

"Jian Ling!" Cheng Zhixu's voice became sharper.

Jian Ling knew that he was a coward, and a smug look flashed across her face. She leaned over and kissed his neck provocatively, saying with a grin, "Boss Cheng, I'm not your employee now. Don't try to scare me with the same tactics you use against your subordinates."

Cheng Zhixu secretly said "OK", quickened his pace to the master bedroom, kicked the door open, and laid her on the bed, supporting her with his hands at her sides: "Then use the same tricks you use on your girlfriend."

Jian Ling met his dark eyes and saw the dangerous signals emanating from them. She finally realized that she had gone too far in provoking him. She immediately gave in and escaped from his arms. She rolled and crawled under the quilt, wrapping herself tightly with only her head exposed. She quietly admitted her mistake, "I was wrong."

Cheng Zhixu turned on the lamp on the bedside table and stared at her face in the light. Jian Ling was now afraid. She closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembling, and she wanted to bury her head in the quilt.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly laughed and rubbed her head through the quilt: "Let's see if you dare to tease me next time."

"I don't dare anymore." Jian Ling shrank her neck and raised the white flag of surrender.

Cheng Zhixu stood up, stood beside the bed, stared at her for a while, bent down to turn off the desk lamp, adjusted the brightness to the minimum, said "good night" and went to the second bedroom next door.

As the bedroom door closed, Jian Ling slowly poked her head out. Seeing that no one was in the room, she breathed a sigh of relief. She had learned her lesson: men shouldn't be flirted with blindly.

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After Christmas, she had only been working a few days when the New Year's Day holiday came. Normally, Jian Ling couldn't stay in the apartment during the holiday and had to go back to the Jian family, but she had already made an appointment with Cheng Zhixu to go to Switzerland together, so she had to lie to Ms. Ye Xianxin.

"I'm traveling abroad with a good friend. Yes, we've booked tickets to Zurich. I won't be going home, I'll be leaving directly from the company." Jian Ling tried to keep her tone casual on the phone, trying to avoid any signs of lying from Ms. Ye. "My friend Dai Wangchu, don't you know him? He hasn't been out and about since he started working, and I wanted to take this opportunity to relax. Don't worry, we'll take care of each other, and there will be no problem."

When Jian Ling called Ye Xianxin, Cheng Zhixu was listening nearby. His face was expressionless, but he was thinking about when his girlfriend was going to release him from the "cold palace." Keeping it a secret like this wasn't going to work. Telling one lie required covering it up with countless more.

Jian Ling explained patiently, and Ye Xianxin no longer had any doubts. She only told her to take good care of herself and call home if she encountered any problems, and not to force herself.

Jian Ling agreed obediently: "I know, I'll bring you a gift when I come back, bye!"

After hanging up the phone, she patted her pounding heart, her tense nerves relaxing. She checked her ID, turned to Cheng Zhixu and said, "Let's go. We're heading to the airport."

The two boarded the plane smoothly, transferred in Amsterdam, stayed at Schiphol Airport for two hours, and arrived at Zurich Airport at around 11:00 am the next day.

Zurich is known as Europe's wealthiest city, its commercial center awash with skyscrapers and its shopping malls bustling day and night. But their destination this time wasn't just that. Leaving the airport, they left the city center's materialistic excesses and bustle behind and headed for a small town on the outskirts.

After sitting on the plane for more than ten hours, when the business car was speeding on the road, Jian Ling had forgotten what day it was and leaned on Cheng Zhixu's shoulder, drowsy.

Cheng Zhixu really wanted to ask her to get up and look at the scenery along the way, but when he saw her gentle and peaceful sleeping face, he resisted the urge to pull the blanket around her shoulders so that she could sleep more soundly.

When they arrived at the place, Jian Ling woke up on her own before Cheng Zhixu called her. She stretched and the blanket slipped off her shoulders.

She had just woken up, her eyes dazed, and she looked outside through the blurry window glass. All she could see was white snow, a foot thick, covering the roofs and treetops, like a bucket of thick cream poured down, making all sharp objects fluffy and soft, as dreamy as a fairy tale.

All the fatigue in Jian Ling's body disappeared, and she just wanted to roll in the snow.

Cheng Zhixu stopped her thoughts and took her into the B&B with her suitcase. It was an independent duplex courtyard, clean and warm. Except for the owner, no one else came to disturb them.

The two of them had a hearty meal and rested in their respective rooms.

Jian Ling's room was next to Cheng Zhixu's. She took a hot shower, dried her hair, and slid into bed. The overhead chandelier was shaped like a pumpkin lantern, and there was a wooden dressing table, a wooden stool, and a Christmas tree-shaped clothes hanger... Most of the furnishings in the room were made of solid wood, and the air was filled with the scent of wood and snow.

Behind the dressing table was a small window, frost condensed on the glass. Jian Ling rested her head on her arms, and when she turned her head, she could see the snow covering a third of the window, and the shadows of trees in the distance.

At this moment, Jian Ling felt like a princess living deep in the forest, and perhaps at night there would be glittering elves with flapping wings landing on the window glass.

I don’t know how Cheng Zhixu found this place. It’s so isolated and beautiful.

Just as she was thinking about him, the phone beside her pillow rang. Jian Ling reached for the phone and picked it up. It was a message from Cheng Zhixu, asking her to have a good rest. When she had rested enough, he would take her skiing.

Jian Ling's eyes lit up, then darkened again as she thought of something: "I don't know how to ski."

Orange Juice: "It's easy. I'll teach you."

At this moment, Jian Ling couldn't act tough anymore, so she just laid it out with him, letting him prepare himself mentally: "Let me make it clear first, I have zero motor skills, so learning these things would be very slow."

Cheng Zhixu had guessed it a long time ago, but was surprised by her frankness. According to the eldest lady's temper and past experience, if he said that she was not good at something, she would definitely put her hands on her hips and fight back loudly, as if the louder the voice, the more imposing she would be, like a child.

"I have the confidence to teach you." Cheng Zhixu said.

"You said it, if I can't learn it, you are not allowed to scold me." Jian Ling was worried that he would not be able to teach her and would take the opportunity to attack her, so she had to give him a heads-up.

"When did I ever scold you?"

"No? Call me stupid."

Cheng Zhixu couldn't continue. Sometimes, in order to tease her, he did say things like she was stupid, but his tone was never serious. He didn't believe that she couldn't hear that he was joking.

Cheng Zhixu changed the subject and asked her, "Is it cold in the room?" It was hard to say with her body condition. What most people consider warm might not necessarily suit her.

Jian Ling curled up in the quilt, which was warm and had a faint pine scent, probably due to the scented candles lit in the room. In short, it was a very comfortable smell.

In a fit of rage, she replied, "Will you come and warm my bed?"

　Okay, the little girl is getting bolder and bolder.

　　Jian Ling: …

　　
　
(End of this chapter)