She knew Jiang Cheng asked that on purpose.
How was she supposed to answer that?
After a muffled snort in her heart, An Xin decided to continue pretending to be drunk.
That's right, Jiang Cheng was waiting for An Xin to make a move, but wasn't An Xin also waiting for Jiang Cheng to make a move?
In her view, there were so many women around Jiang Cheng.
If she actively threw herself at him, she would only become one of his many women.
Even if Jiang Cheng could be very good to her, there were so many young and beautiful women around him.
She really wasn't confident that she could occupy a significant or special position in Jiang Cheng's heart.
That's right, she lacked confidence.
Before meeting Jiang Cheng, she had never imagined that one day she would feel insecure and unconfident in a relationship.
Or rather, she had never felt before that she wouldn't be able to compete against others.
With her family background, appearance, and upbringing, she had always been the one held on a pedestal while growing up.
She was accustomed to being composed, accustomed to being favored, and accustomed to having the upper hand in any situation.
She was confident, proud, and even carried a sense of innate superiority.
Therefore, she never thought she would lose to anyone before.
But as it happened, the person she met was Jiang Cheng.
If Jiang Cheng were the type of man who was cynical, loved everyone he saw, and dumped them once he got tired of them, she wouldn't be so conflicted.
Given her perspective and the rules of their circle, she had seen plenty of such people.
Women were like clothes, accessories, objects that could be replaced at any time; once the novelty wore off, they had no weight.
But Jiang Cheng was too good to the women around him.
So good that it made An Xin feel that he truly cared for them.
The more she thought this way, the more panicked, uncertain, and afraid she was to take that step easily.
She had been proud for her whole life, but here with Jiang Cheng, she tasted inferiority and insecurity for the first time.
Seeing that An Xin made no move at all, Jiang Cheng chuckled lowly, extended his finger pad, and gently pinched her chin.
With a slight force, he turned her face towards him.
With this pinch, An Xin's eyelashes trembled even more violently.
Seeing that she had revealed her flaw, she had no choice but to open her eyes.
As soon as she looked up, she saw Jiang Cheng looking at her with a half-smile.
Seeing his expression as if he had seen through her, her heartbeat instantly became chaotic.
After moving her eyes, she forced herself to maintain the dazed laziness of someone who had been drinking, her voice soft and hoarse.
Pretending not to know what was happening: 'You... are Jiang Cheng... why are you pinching me...'
Seeing her turn her face away, trying to break free from his hand, Jiang Cheng increased the pressure in his hand slightly.
Staring at her flushed earlobes, after looking for two seconds, he curled his lips into a wicked yet steady smile.
His voice was very low, carrying a touch of casual aggressiveness.
He slowly leaned closer to An Xin's lips, mimicking what she had said at the bar earlier: 'I just didn't expect that you would be so skilled when drunk.'
With a hazy look in her eyes, staring at Jiang Cheng's lips, which were inches away, An Xin instantly recalled the scene where she was pressed and kissed by Jiang Cheng on the table at the private restaurant earlier.
Thinking of this, she felt her throat instantly go dry. After suppressing an urge to swallow, she spoke: 'What are you talking about... I don't understand...'
'Oh, so you're drunk... being drunk is fine too... I've also had a bit too much to drink tonight...'
After saying this, without waiting for An Xin to react, Jiang Cheng leaned in directly.
One hand propped against the back of the chair beside her, while the other hand held the back of her neck, applying slight force, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
This time, it was no longer a tentative, shallow taste.
Jiang Cheng held the back of her neck, kissing deeply and profoundly, with total control, yet with just the right measure, making one's whole body go weak.
An Xin's brain went completely blank with a 'buzz,' and she was stunned.
She subconsciously raised her hand to push against his chest, wanting to push him away, but her whole body was weak, and she couldn't exert any strength at all.
'Mm...'
As soon as the muffled groan was made, the partition of the rolls-royce's back seat had already automatically risen.
Seeing this, An Xin's face turned even more ridiculously red.
Jiang Cheng's hands were both on her body, so this partition was obviously pressed by the driver.
Last time in the private room of the restaurant, there was no one else around. Although she knew Wang Sheng was Jiang Cheng's personal bodyguard, An Xin still couldn't help but feel shy.
Unexpectedly, as she pushed him, Jiang Cheng's kisses moved directly down along her neck.
Instantly, a strange feeling rose up.
A lingering, comfortable feeling that made one sink into it surged into her heart.
She never imagined that being kissed on the neck by someone she liked would be such a comfortable thing.
His kisses were gentle yet strong, carrying an irresistible sense of aggression.
Her breathing became chaotic, and the temperature in the car climbed steadily.
Her whole body went soft, her originally tight line of defense collapsed bit by bit, leaving only her heartbeat like a drum.
Just as she was gradually sinking, and her consciousness was beginning to blur.
The car body suddenly gave a slight jolt.
The car stopped.
An Xin instantly woke up, her whole body stiffened, and her heart panicked as if it were about to jump out.
Stopped?
Why did it stop?!
Could it be... that they had already driven to the entrance of her villa?
If An Jingsheng saw them, wouldn't she die of embarrassment?
She suddenly came back to her senses, reached out to push Jiang Cheng in front of her, her voice panicked and chaotic:
'Don't... Jiang Cheng, the car has stopped, let me go first...'
However, Jiang Cheng didn't let go; how could he bear to let go when something so soft was in his mouth?
Jiang Cheng paused slightly, turned his head, and glanced indifferently outside the car.
It was pitch black outside, obviously not at the entrance.
Looking at the scenery by the side of the road, it had stopped on a small road halfway up the mountain.
Jiang Cheng understood instantly, and silently gave Wang Sheng a thumbs up in his heart.
He truly was an experienced driver.
This was handled beautifully.
He lowered his head and continued his exploration of her curves, his lips brushing against her flushed skin.
His voice was low, hoarse, and alluring:
'What are you panicking about? We aren't at your house yet.'
One sentence made An Xin's cheeks instantly burn hot.
She was truly panicked.
She could sink into his kisses, could be moved, could lose control, but she hadn't yet decided to truly give herself completely to Jiang Cheng.
She grabbed with both hands the hand that was advancing step by step.
'I want to go home...' Her voice trembled, carrying a hint of pleading, 'Let me get out.'
Although Jiang Cheng didn't want to be that rushed either.
But since they had already kissed to this point, how could Jiang Cheng give up without kissing a few more times?
An Xin hadn't even experienced his additional skills yet.
These were all Jiang Cheng's specialties and advantages.
Such a rare opportunity, Jiang Cheng felt he had to let her experience it.
According to Jiang Cheng's experience, once he put in effort, not many girls could withstand it.
This kind of thing is always like this; if you haven't tried it, you don't know how good it is.
But once you've tried it, you'll definitely want to try it again.
With a light chuckle, Jiang Cheng exerted force and lowered his head to kiss her again.
Gentle, yet refusing to be denied.