Although she was different from Zhou Ying and wasn't a professional dance student,
doing a split was effortless for a yoga enthusiast like her.
However, Chen Xueer's kick was a bit too high, exceeding Jiang Cheng's expectations.
Jiang Cheng didn't hold back this time.
Just like he had with Qiu Yihe a few days ago, Jiang Cheng caught Chen Xueer's upward-kicking foot with practiced, fluid ease.
His movement was swift and precise, his hand clamping onto Chen Xueer's ankle like a steel pincer.
This sudden grab caused Chen Xueer to instantly lose her balance.
Her body involuntarily leaned forward.
Out of instinct, Chen Xueer reached out to grab Jiang Cheng's collar, but he pulled her along with his momentum.
In that instant, their lips met unexpectedly, pressing tightly together.
"Mmph!"
This sudden intimate contact left both of them stunned, their bodies freezing instantly.
Chen Xueer's eyes widened into perfect circles.
She felt the tip of her nose surrounded by the faint cedar scent lingering on Jiang Cheng.
The scent carried a hint of allure that caused her thoughts to gradually drift away.
It had been a long time since the two of them last kissed.
The warmth emanating from their lips left Chen Xueer completely dazed.
She could only feel Jiang Cheng's lips gently touching hers.
The sensation was even softer than she had imagined.
Yet within that softness, there was a trace of coolness.
This subtle temperature difference made her heart tremble slightly.
As the kiss deepened, Chen Xueer's struggle grew weaker and weaker.
Her originally tense body gradually relaxed, and finally, she stopped resisting altogether.
Like a docile lamb, she remained motionless as Jiang Cheng pushed her legs into a split against the wall.
She was already tall, and her high heels added to her height.
When Jiang Cheng leaned down, their heights were perfectly aligned.
In this position, her pubic bone was pressed tightly against Jiang Cheng.
An inexplicable ache washed over her, and Chen Xueer felt her entire body go soft.
The hands that had been tightly gripping Jiang Cheng's collar...
...slowly let go at some point during their passionate kiss.
Instead, they gently wound around Jiang Cheng's neck.
Jiang Cheng seemed to notice this change as well.
Perhaps out of concern that Chen Xueer's leg would be strained from being suspended for too long,
while his Nimble Tongue skill was busy working,
his other hand quickly lowered Chen Xueer's leg slightly.
This allowed her feet to touch the ground, easing the burden on her leg.
Even so, his body remained pressed tightly against Chen Xueer.
His hand didn't leave the back of her knee, still supporting it steadily.
The heat from his palm seeped through the thin layer of her silk stockings, burning Chen Xueer's skin like fire.
Chen Xueer could clearly feel Jiang Cheng's heartbeat.
The rhythm of that heartbeat grew faster and faster, like a drumbeat, powerfully striking against her chest and making her whole body feel slightly numb.
The atmosphere grew hotter, and as Jiang Cheng moved his head, his kisses gradually shifted from her lips to her neck.
Just as Chen Xueer felt she could no longer resist this wonderful sensation,
she was suddenly jolted back to her senses as if struck by an electric current.
Panic surged in her heart, and she hurriedly reached out to push Jiang Cheng, stammering, "Some... someone's coming..."
The sound of footsteps in the stairwell drew closer.
Chen Xueer tried to pull away in a panic, but Jiang Cheng grabbed her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
His overcoat wrapped around her entire body, and his hot breath fanned against her ear: "Don't move."
Chen Xueer's face was pressed tightly against his chest.
Through his shirt, she heard a violent heartbeat.
She couldn't tell if it was his or her own.
The sounds of talking and laughing in the stairwell were right next to them.
Sure enough, a man and a woman came down from upstairs.
When the couple saw two people holding each other tightly in the stairwell,
they immediately glanced at each other, exchanging a knowing look.
The two didn't make a sound, silently walking past Jiang Cheng and the others to push open the security door and exit.
Even after the security door closed, Jiang Cheng didn't let go for a long time.
Chen Xueer's body trembled slightly.
She could clearly feel his fingertips gently stroking the exposed skin of her lower back.
It felt as if every touch carried a faint electric current, making her nerve endings shiver.
"President Jiang..." Chen Xueer's voice trembled.
Her mind was a blank; she had no idea how to deal with this situation.
She didn't know whether to scold him or immediately flee from this awkward scene.
Fortunately, Jiang Cheng had quickly protected her just now.
He had pressed her head into his chest so she wouldn't be seen.
Otherwise, Chen Xueer really couldn't imagine
how embarrassed and humiliated she would have been if someone had caught them in such an illicit-looking position.
In the silence, Chen Xueer felt Jiang Cheng gently patting her back.
It seemed he was comforting her, signaling for her not to be afraid.
To be honest, this gesture of Jiang Cheng's made Chen Xueer's heart soften slightly.
She could feel the warmth of his palm through her clothes, bringing her a sense of warmth and security.
However, she still didn't know how to face him or how to respond to his action.
Seeing the delicate body beneath him shaking slightly, Jiang Cheng spoke to comfort her.
"Don't be afraid, they're gone."
Even after he said this, Chen Xueer still didn't speak.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng's brow furrowed immediately.
He looked down and saw Chen Xueer's shoulders trembling slightly.
Moreover, the trembling was becoming more intense, as if some emotion was surging deep within her.
She couldn't be crying, could she??
The thought flashed through his mind, and Jiang Cheng carefully loosened his arms from around Chen Xueer.
He slowly lowered his head, wanting to see her condition clearly.
Looking down, he met Chen Xueer's reddened eyes.
Her eyes were red, and tears were welling up inside them.
Tiny droplets of moisture clung to her eyelashes, crystal clear like morning dew on grass leaves.
She bit her lower lip tightly, looking very much like a startled fawn, evoking pity.
"Why are you crying?" His thumb gently brushed across her cheek, and when his fingertip touched the wet tear tracks, Jiang Cheng's Adam's apple bobbed hard. "Did I hurt you?"