"So you just went ahead and did it?"
"Su Mo, after all these years you are still the same, aloof and arrogant, never considering the feelings of others."
Her eyes were filled with deep disappointment. After speaking, she didn't even have the interest to look at him again and turned to walk towards the door. Su Mo grabbed her wrist without hesitation.
Deliberately ignoring what she had just said, Su Mo suppressed the disappointment in her eyes.
"Let me go!" Jiang Jianhuan grew angrier and angrier. After failing to shake him off, she turned her head and tried to pry his fingers off one by one until his knuckles turned white.
Su Mo pursed her lips, frowned, and stared at her without saying a word. Yet, she remained completely still, holding her tightly.
The two struggled, and Jiang Jianhuan was like a child throwing a tantrum, unable to break free from the adult's control.
The sense of humiliation intensified. Anger and resentment consumed her reason and self-control.
"What exactly do you want!" Jiang Jianhuan's defenses crumbled, a dull ache in her wrist, and her pent-up emotions welled up in her eyes. Unable to break free, she simply squatted down and hugged herself, burying her face in her knees.
The sound of crying came from her arms, and Su Mo froze as if she had been electrocuted.
"Don't cry..." he said with a hoarse voice, struggling to utter the words.
"I was wrong."
"I was really wrong."
Su Mo knelt on one knee in front of her and reached out to hug her.
"You can hit me, you can scold me, just don't cry."
The sound of sobbing echoed in the quiet room, like a damp rain, making his heart feel muddy.
Su Mo patted Jiang Jianhuan's thin back, clumsily wiped away her tears with his sleeve, and finally, unable to resist, placed a kiss on her wet and red eyes.
"sorry..."
After venting her tears, Jiang Jianhuan calmed down a bit. She pushed Su Mo's hand away and tried to stand up, but her legs went numb and she staggered slightly. Seeing this, Su Mo picked her up from the ground.
"What are you doing!" Jiang Jianhuan was so angry that she kicked her legs in his arms and kept hitting his shoulders and arms, but Su Mo put her on the sofa without saying a word.
"Don't be angry, I won't do anything." Su Mo lowered his head and rubbed her numb legs, explaining in a low voice. Jiang Jianhuan pushed his hand away and said coldly.
"Don't touch me."
Su Mo paused, raised his eyes to look directly at her, his dark eyes filled with deep emotions and an inexplicable aura.
Jiang Jianhuan was stunned for a moment, her gaze never leaving him.
The next second, Su Mo leaned over.
Unlike the simple touch last time, as soon as Jiang Jianhuan felt the warm, soft touch on her lips, Su Mo had already taken her in his mouth and easily slipped inside.
A strange yet familiar scent rushed in, and a tingling, numbing sensation spread across the tip of her tongue. Jiang Jianhuan shuddered and suddenly reached out to push him away.
Su Mo grabbed her hand.
The movements were not relaxed in the slightest.
Jiang Jianhuan sobbed, wanting to hide but unable to escape, until Su Mo stopped, still wanting more, and wiped the moisture from her lips with the pad of his thumb.
"Jian Huan..." His voice was a little hoarse, and he couldn't help but kiss her lips again, finally gently cupping her face with his right hand.
"Shall we start over?"
Chapter 18
Winter clouds are always incredibly thick, making the entire sky appear gray and gloomy, and even the light in the room is dim and unclear.
After the initial excitement subsided, Jiang Jianhuan calmed down, her voice turning cold.
“Su Mo, things are different now.”
"There's a four-year gap between us... and I might not be the person you liked back then anymore."
"So what?" Su Mo gripped her hand tightly, unconsciously increasing the pressure.
"You are still you."
"Just you."
Jiang Jianhuan lowered her gaze, staring at him without moving, and after a moment, gently withdrew her hand.
"I'll try my best to pay you back the money, but as for the rest, let's just forget about it."
She got up and left, every movement resolute. Su Mo watched her retreating figure, but this time she didn't stop her.
Jiang Jianhuan hadn't seen Su Mo for quite some time, but Su Mo's figure had frequently appeared in the public eye.
TV programs, various commercial performances, variety talk shows, and a solo concert tour are all underway. Even more surprisingly, he has also taken on advertising jobs.
Jiang Jianhuan and Zhao Zhao had a video call that evening. Because of the time difference, they rarely contacted each other, but after such a long time, they would occasionally chat for a few words as if they had just resurrected from their slumber.
It was still daytime there, the sun was shining brightly, and Jiang Jianhuan had already finished showering and was lying in bed applying a face mask.
"Huan, do you know how terrifying my mom is? She's actually started setting me up on blind dates! I'm only eighteen!!! Eighteen!" Zhao Zhao complained to her as he walked, spitting as he went.
“Girl, although your mind is only eighteen, your body is already twenty-five.” Jiang Jianhuan poured cold water on her without any mercy.
"So what? My idol is 25 and still single. How can I get married first!"