Her body stiffened suddenly, and she suddenly remembered that the reason why he dragged her to the banquet hall was because he wanted her answer.

The phone call Ye Nanqing made to her was undoubtedly a trigger, and now Jun Jinyan was on the verge of explosion - even though his expression was indifferent but cold.

After licking her dry lips, Xia Qi replied, "I don't feel anything."

"Really?" His eyes narrowed slightly.

She did not avoid his gaze, half raising her head and looking straight back at him.

The eyes of both parties met in mid-air. After a while, he finally lowered his eyes first, "Okay, I believe it. I said, as long as you say it, I will believe it."

Inexplicably, when Jun Jinyan said these words, Xia Qi did not feel relieved. Instead, she felt as if her chest was pressed by something, heavy and extremely uncomfortable.

"Do you really believe what I say?" she blurted out.

"Yes." He took her hand and placed it on his left chest - where the heart is.

She felt the speed of his heartbeat in the palm of her hand.

"I will believe everything you say, even if it is false, I will believe it."

Breathing seemed to have become difficult. She looked at him blankly, "Don't you ask me what is the relationship between Ye Nanqing and me?" It seemed that from beginning to end, he never took the initiative to ask her, and she also

Never explained.

His eyes were deep and blurry, like a silent abyss without a single ripple, "It's not necessary, because what I want is that you will love me now and in the future."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Her heart was beating rhythmically, and her mind, which was a mess just now, suddenly became clear and clear.

Her ears could hear every word he said very clearly, as well as his breathing and her own heartbeat.

The right hand pressed against her chest was extremely hot, as if she was announcing something.

Slowly, Xia Qi raised her left hand and gently touched Jun Jinyan's neck. He raised his eyes slightly, seeming a little surprised. But his body did not make any movement, but quietly, letting her

His fingers moved along his neck, to his chin, cheeks... and finally to his forehead.

She lifted his forehead hair and looked at the scar on his forehead quietly. That was the injury he suffered - because of her words.

Ever since he was a child, for a proud man like him, he was the only one who hurt others, never let others hurt him! I'm afraid he can count the scars on his body with his fingers, but now there is another one.

"Do you regret it?" she murmured.

"What?" He raised his eyebrows.

"If you hadn't listened to my words not to fight at every turn, maybe you wouldn't have been injured like this," she said.

He looked at her steadily and suddenly pulled down her left hand, "Why should I regret it?" It was not a question, but a rhetorical question, as if he was telling her clearly how unnecessary her question was.

.

Therefore, he has no regrets at all!

I don’t regret listening to her words, and I don’t regret being hurt this way.

"Like me?" she asked abruptly.

And the answer is almost yes.

"Yeah." He responded without any hesitation.

"Why do you like her?" Growing up, there was nothing outstanding about her. When she first met him at the age of 6, she was extremely ordinary. Just like many six-year-old girls, there was nothing special about her.
Chapter completed!