Jiang Nuantang's eyes were cold and expressionless.
His tone was as calm as if he were talking about the weather outside, rather than a man shouting about the valley.
Shao Zhanlin held his forehead, half leaning against the wall, and raised his head to meet her amber eyes.
He looked at her silently for a long time, then opened his thin lips and uttered:
"Are you willing?"
These three simple words cannot conceal the ambiguity and tenderness in the words.
Especially the black pupils that looked at her were deep and deep, as if they encompassed everything and wanted to suck her whole body in.
This kind of unabashed possession of the valley leads to an irresistible determination to win.
Jiang Nuantang lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, not understanding the unfinished meaning of his words, but he didn't care at all:
"Is there anything I can't bear to part with?"
Jiang Nuantang looked indifferent.
Shao Zhanlin touched his back molar with his tongue. Jiang Nuantang made him lose his temper, but he still wanted to ask for an explanation unwillingly.
He straightened up, approached Jiang Nuantang again, put his thin lips against her ear and whispered:
"If you break it, who will make you happy in the future?"
"Oh!"
He was answered with a chuckle. Jiang Nuantang raised the corners of his lips and glanced at the man in front of him, half-smiling but not smiling:
"Who can't do this kind of thing? Mr. Shao shouldn't think that I have to be you, right?"
Provocative words are nothing more than stroking a tiger's beard.
What's more, we are facing a decision-maker like Shao Zhanlin who stands in the cloud and is accustomed to taking charge of everything.
"Besides me, who else do you want to find?"
Shao Zhanlin's face suddenly darkened and his tone was cold.
"I don't care about this, Mr. Shao."
Jiang Nuantang was not at all fazed by his anger, and even added fuel to the fire:
"I might as well tell you that among the... ones I have come into contact with, yours is not the most outstanding."
This sentence is quite provocative.
Jiang Nuantang really knows how to arouse Shao Zhanlin's anger.
Shao Zhanlin's face became increasingly ugly. He gritted his teeth, grabbed Jiang Nuantang's arm, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth:
"Say it again..."
Jealousy and male dignity were intertwined, almost swallowing up Shao Zhanlin's reason.
If he hadn't considered the physical weakness of the woman in front of him, he wouldn't have been able to withstand his demands.
He wished he could throw her on the bed right now.
Use practical actions to let her know the consequences of provoking a man easily.
Under the emotional impact, Shao Zhanlin's big hand tightened slightly, with such strength that he almost crushed Jiang Nuantang's arm.
Jiang Nuantang seemed to be unaware and said calmly:
"No matter how many times you say it, it won't change the facts."
The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly.
Shao Zhanlin pursed his thin lips tightly, already on the verge of going berserk.
Jiang Nuantang noticed it, glanced at him, and said in a calm voice:
"We are all adults, Mr. Shao shouldn't be so embarrassed!"
As he spoke, Jiang Nuantang's eyes fell on his arm holding her.
She wasn't in a hurry to let him go, she just watched and waited for him quietly.
Finally, Shao Zhanlin suddenly let go of his hand as if he had been burned.
With his arms free, Jiang Nuantang took a step back, distanced himself from him, and reminded him with a hint of kindness:
"By the way. When faced with this situation, I suggest that Mr. Shao should be self-reliant. After all, using acupuncture will inevitably leave sequelae and affect Xiongfeng. If there is any accident, I will not be responsible..."
By the time Jiang Nuantang finished speaking these words, Shao Zhanlin's face was already ashen.
Although she felt very happy, Jiang Nuantang did not dare to stay for a long time, so she quickly continued:
"If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room first. I wish Mr. Shao a good sleep tonight. Of course, if it really can't be solved, my Yinzhen will be happy to help."