With this sudden closeness, An Xin's fingers tightened around her wine glass.
Although she was nervous, she forced herself not to shy away.
As his warm breath brushed against her face, the tips of her ears flushed a faint red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Taking a silent breath, she slowly turned her head. "Then who do you want to support you?"
This question was so direct it didn't sound like something An Xin would say.
Looking at the spark in her eyes, Jiang Cheng suddenly realized An Xin was testing him.
At this moment, the two were so close they could see the light in each other's eyes.
The faint, cool fragrance from An Xin's body gently wafted into Jiang Cheng's nose as she slightly tilted her head.
It wasn't a cloying perfume scent, but that clean and aloof aura unique to a top-tier wealthy young lady.
It was like white tea touched by morning dew, or a subtle scent soaked into the bones from years of using high-end toiletries.
The distance between them was excessively close.
If Jiang Cheng moved forward just one more inch, his nose would brush against her forehead.
A little lower, and he would directly touch her soft lips.
Their breaths intertwined, scents mingled, and the air seemed to be ignited, both hot and tingling.
Dammit, if it weren't for the fact that he had so many women around him, Jiang Cheng might not have been able to hold back right now.
A good man should neither take the initiative nor refuse.
After his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly, Jiang Cheng backed away a little and leaned back against the sofa.
Putting on an act of only caring about money.
"I'll go with whoever gives me the most money. I'm very realistic."
An Xin stared at him for two seconds and suddenly laughed.
It wasn't a cold smile; she really laughed, her eyes curving with a hint of helplessness and relief.
Mainly because she truly hadn't expected this answer.
She didn't want to laugh, but she really couldn't help it.
After a few laughs, she felt a bit unwilling. "Jiang Cheng, you're really something."
"Something what?"
"You know how to make people..." She paused, leaving the sentence unfinished, took a sip of her drink, and swallowed the rest of her words.
You make people feel stuck, unable to go up or down.
You make people want to take another step forward even though they know they shouldn't get close.
Jiang Cheng looked at her profile, the smile in his eyes deepening.
If he had taken the initiative to kiss her just now...
Although it would have felt great, it would have led to a rather troublesome situation afterward.
Although An Xin would most likely stay by his side...
But there was no guarantee she would be happy.
Some things are unsolvable from the very beginning.
He could have many girls, but upon closer inspection, it was all material; as for their hearts, they had to process that themselves.
Right now, An Xin was precisely at this stage.
What Jiang Cheng wanted wasn't for him to pounce on her, but for her to be willing to take that first step toward him.
After staring at An Xin for a few seconds, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
Didn't she say he was "something"?
Then he would show the girl what being "something" really meant.
Jiang Cheng reached out and took the glass from her hand. Under her stunned gaze, he took a sip from the exact spot where she had just drunk.
Then he put down the glass and said nonchalantly, "This wine is not bad."
An Xin looked at the rim of the glass, and the back of her ears gradually warmed up.
Isn't this what they call an indirect kiss on the internet...
Aside from drinking from An Xin's glass, Jiang Cheng didn't make any further moves until the party broke up at one in the morning...
For over two hours, Jiang Cheng was either drinking or chatting with girls on his phone.
This sense of disconnect made An Xin feel as if thousands of ants were crawling in her heart...
She could only drink her sorrows away, sip by sip...
When they left, since they had been drinking, they naturally didn't drive the pagani.
The rolls-royce drove quietly along the mountain road, with only the slight hum of the air conditioner inside the car.
An Xin leaned against the back seat, her eyes closed as if she were asleep.
The shadows and light from the streetlamps flickered across her face.
As the car drove through the first gate of the An Family residence, Jiang Cheng finally spoke: "We're almost there..." Seeing that she didn't move, Jiang Cheng smiled helplessly.
He could tell An Xin was throwing a tantrum, so she was deliberately pretending to be drunk and not talking to him the whole way.
"An Xin?" he called out.
Still no movement.
Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow, leaned over, and stared at her quietly.
He spoke on purpose: "Drunk? I didn't expect you to be such a well-behaved drunk, so quiet..."
These words reached An Xin's ears, causing her heart to skip a beat.
Right... wasn't she "drunk" now?
If she was drunk, wouldn't it be natural to do something out of line?
The itchiness, grievance, and unwillingness she had suppressed all night instantly rushed to her head.
She steeled her heart and hesitated no more.
While Jiang Cheng was still leaning over looking at her, An Xin suddenly raised her hand, her fingertips gently hooking around his neck.
The movement wasn't forceful, yet it carried an inescapable persistence.
In the next second, she tilted her head up slightly, and her warm, soft lips gently pressed against his.
There was no deep kiss, no entanglement.
It was just a very, very light touch, like a falling petal, so fast it felt like an illusion.
It carried a hint of alcohol, a bit of panic, and a touch of desperate boldness.
They separated as soon as they touched.
The hand hooked around his neck slowly let go, and An Xin leaned back into the seat.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, yet she still kept her eyes closed.
As if that moment just now was truly just an unconscious touch while drunk.
Jiang Cheng froze.
The playfulness in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a bottomless smile.
That soft sensation from just now still lingered on his lips.
Mixed with her faint, cool fragrance, it instantly made his heart burn.
This is quite interesting.
"An Xin, what did that mean just now?" Jiang Cheng spoke again.
Hearing Jiang Cheng call her name, An Xin felt her heart pounding.
She knew Jiang Cheng was asking on purpose.
How was she supposed to answer that?