Seeing the other party had already slipped away, Jiang Cheng didn't bother to chase.
After all, Zhou Ying's looks originally scored a solid ninety-six.
Her delicate face looked like a master sculptor's masterwork.
Add her tall, 172-centimeter frame and who wouldn't feel dizzy?
If it were him, he might have stepped up to chat her up too.
After handing the suitcase to Wang Sheng, Jiang Cheng led Zhou Ying by the hand into the rolls-royce.
The moment they were inside he raised the privacy partition.
Zhou Ying flushed and murmured, "Every Rolls you buy has no divider in the back—are you doing this on purpose? Hmph."
Her eyes held a shy glint; she didn't dare look straight at him.
She habitually batted those fan-like big eyes, long lashes trembling slightly.
It was as if they were confessing her inner bashfulness.
That mix of innocence and allure made Jiang Cheng freeze for an instant.
There's a line of poetry: "Most bewitching is that bowed-head shyness."
Watching Zhou Ying with her head lowered in just such shyness,
Jiang Cheng felt an arrow pierce his heart.
Damn it, how can anyone be this beautiful?
Which man could resist a woman looking so adorably shy?
Even when he watched videos of beauties he'd imagine a thing or two.
Let alone when a top-tier beauty like her was "unleashing" it right in front of him.
He secretly sighed—he really couldn't take it.
When he'd ordered the car he'd specially told them to replace the annoying divider with one long, continuous seat.
Otherwise, with the Girls spaced so far apart in the back, where would the fun be?
Without hesitation Jiang Cheng pushed Zhou Ying down onto the seat.
This Girl deserved credit—her family had once owned a rolls-royce.
None of the other Girls had ever asked about the missing partition; only she had noticed.
He didn't answer her question.
He didn't want to discuss the topic either.
Because Zhou Ying had guessed correctly.
Whatever he said would sound wrong.
Better to answer her with action.
"Don't… there are people up front…"
A few minutes later, watching Zhou Ying hurriedly straighten her clothes, Jiang Cheng grinned.
Zhou Ying gave him a soft, shy punch. "Jerk, why so impatient?"
"It's been over half a month since I saw you—how could I not be?" he replied with a wicked smile.
No way around it—when a gardenia-like beauty sits beside you, can you hold back?
Though she complained, the corners of her mouth lifted in a smile.
"I'll stay a few days before going back to school—what's the rush?"
Faced with Zhou Ying clashing schedules with Huang Yuqi, Jiang Cheng stayed perfectly calm.
He even said sweetly, "Being with you is wonderful."
"Hehe." Zhou Ying giggled, but then sensed something amiss.
After all, she was still an inexperienced student.
If it had been the seasoned Yu Xiaoxiao, or Wang Yuyan or Qiao Yinyin, one of them might already be kneeling by now.
Instead, Zhou Ying's whole face burned red as she fussed about climbing off him.
But Jiang Cheng, already aroused, wasn't about to let her go.
He coaxed, "Want to see something that's been blessed?"
Instantly Zhou Ying's curiosity was hooked.
"Sure. Where'd you get it? My mom says once you have it you should carry it with you."
Jiang Cheng nodded. "Of course I carry it on me. Want a look?"
Seeing him unbuckle his belt, Zhou Ying waved her hands. "I don't want to see."
"Ever heard a four-word idiom—black and red…"
The scene reminded her of what had happened last time in the practice room.
She cut him off: "Ahh—I'm not listening, I've never heard it!"
Ignoring her, Jiang Cheng finished the phrase: "…facing the sky."
Realizing it wasn't something dirty, Zhou Ying pondered.
"What does that mean?"
Jiang Cheng smiled, then placed her by his feet.
The rolls-royce's rear cabin was huge.
There was plenty of space; even with Zhou Ying crouching there it felt roomy, nothing like a cramped sedan.
"Baby, your hands are gorgeous, and your lips—perfect shape and size."
Zhou Ying had always been proud of her hands.
She'd played piano for years and danced as well.
Her fingers were long and slim, yet not bony.
A soft layer of flesh over elegant bones.
Plus they were white and smooth—hand-model material.
She thought Jiang Cheng was great at compliments—
But soon she discovered his scheme… Thirty minutes later the car eased to a stop beside Shichahai in Beijing.
Zhou Ying got out reluctantly while Jiang Cheng, beaming, slipped an arm around her shoulders.
Watching Wang Sheng drive off, the two of them alone, Zhou Ying finally punched him lightly. "Jerk, you're so bad."
Seeing her pout and act cute made Jiang Cheng even more restless.
He took a deep breath and quickly said, "Didn't you say there was a weird taste in your mouth? Come on, let's grab something good to eat."
Though tomorrow was the real Christmas Eve, tonight was Christmas Eve.
Over the past decade Christmas had become popular in China.
Everywhere the street was decked with festive ornaments and Christmas trees.
Many couples walked by wearing Santa hats.
Hand in hand they strolled through the bustling crowd.
Zhou Ying looked around excitedly, eyes sparkling.
"Wow, it's so lively!" she laughed like a child.
Her attention shifted to the lively food street; Jiang Cheng shook his head with a smile.
Silly Girl.