Chapter 376: Chapter 376
However, in the next moment, the girl withdrew her hand.
"It’s fine, just the two of us now. Even if it’s illegal, no one saw~" she murmured with relief, her rosy lips exhaling a hot breath in the cold air.
The sudden loss of warmth left only the icy wind of winter rushing into his palms, jolting Su Ang back to reality. At some point, a small snowflake had fallen from the sky, gently landing on the girl’s eyelashes. She lifted her bent index finger and lightly brushed away the snowflake, leaving a bit of moisture on her fingertip.
Then, pretending it was unintentional, she discreetly wiped her moist fingertips on the young man’s arm.
The young man gently supported his forehead, turning his head to hide the helplessness and loss in his eyes.
What... what had he almost done just now?
Had he really wanted to hold her hand tightly?
The pounding of his heart wouldn’t slow down. Su Ang was not a dull person; on the contrary, he was particularly sensitive and clear about his own feelings.
Whether it was his initial curiosity and exploration of Qian Qi, his reliance on the invisible relief she brought him, his desire to become her protector and her wings, or the subtle possessiveness he felt towards her now, fearing her emotions with others would surpass what he had with her, he was acutely aware and understood it all.
He never chose to distance himself from Qian Qi; in fact, he wanted to be closer to her, to become that unique person she could trust.
He could even vaguely sense that if he continued to indulge this unique emotion by her side, it would inevitably ferment into affection. He would deeply fall for Qian Qi, even...
Thinking of that word, his fingertips trembled slightly, and his heart raced uncontrollably once more.
That term used to be so distant for him, given that he was destined to die early and couldn’t offer anyone a love with a fate sealed by death. But now... he had more time and could live like an ordinary person. He had regained that right.
And in his eyes, a figure had long been etched—a figure destined to drive him into a stormy whirlpool of emotions all for her.
It was her, and could only be her.
Furthermore, Su Ang knew deeply and clearly that he wouldn’t block the fermentation of this feeling; he was destined to... fall in love with Qian Qi.
Since it was destined, then why not directly fall in love now?
The young man who had suppressed all kinds of emotions since his youth, once he found an outlet, it was more torrential and tumultuous than a tsunami, pouring all at once into that beloved woman, excessively intense, fluctuating, and unbearable.
Yet the young man ultimately held it in.
Because Qian Qi didn’t like him.
She was someone very wary of emotions, even treating friendships with cautious reluctance, let alone the ever-changing nature of love.
If he was too blatant, he would scare her away.
While he pondered in countless ways, the girl beside him also nervously spoke with the system.
"Oh my..." Qian Qi tightly gripped the hand that had just held the young man’s, her heart racing slightly—not out of love, but from stimulation and excitement. "It’s not just an illusion. I was wondering, just brushing past Nangong Yan, how could it be interpreted as hand-holding? Moreover, his description and tone are easily misunderstood as jealousy!"
It happened that Qian Qi was not insensitive to emotions either. In her past life, she was a top student and a goddess; how could she not have been pursued? It’s just that she was busy with her studies and thus rejected them all.
Furthermore, just now, when she tested his feelings, Su Ang obviously wanted to hold her hand back.
Would normal friendship want to hold back? Especially a man as aloof and repressive as he?
"Brother Tongzi, if he confesses to me, should I agree, or agree, or agree?" Qian Qi unconsciously tapped her chin in deep thought. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel·fire·net
[Why are you so receptive? Speak up! What are you contemplating? Don’t tell me you’ve even thought of the kids’ names?]
Qian Qi was startled: "How do you know that? As expected of you!"
Damn, did you really think of it?!
"Of course, I was joking." Qian Qi put on a serious face. "I haven’t even completed the National Beast Taming and world-saving missions yet. I don’t deserve to talk about love!"
Besides, she was just thinking aloud and speculating that Su Ang might have such feelings, but perhaps he actually didn’t mean that at all?
If he really had those feelings, and if he confessed, well, it wouldn’t be impossible.
Ahem, no matter whom she dates, since she’s going to be in a relationship, why not choose the silver-haired handsome guy that Bizean has deemed worthy? Speaking of which, a brother she was very close to at the same orphanage in her past life dyed his hair silver, and his dashing look even made her drool...
Thinking of this, Qian Qi quickly tossed aside the matter with Su Ang and eagerly sprinted off to find Ai Yinglin You and the others, "Senior Su, come on! Let’s go chat with the new teammates!"
Watching Qian Qi leave in a hurry, Su Ang slightly pursed his lips, a "so it is" expression of loss flickering across his eyes.
In his view, the perceptive Qian Qi must have realized his earlier lapse and then deliberately acted as if nothing had happened, quickly creating distance between the two of them. She made a point of reminding him that they were merely senior and junior, urging him not to overstep and not to say things that shouldn’t be said.
She offered him a way out, and he had to take it, not bringing up the matter again to irritate or annoy her.
As for that kind of thing... there’s no rush, take it slowly.
He had to wait until she also liked him before he could speak up.
Nan Family Military Camp.
In the main hall of the military camp, others had been dismissed, leaving only Nangong Zhang and Nangong Yan.
Nangong Zhang was indeed exceedingly elegant, exuding the aura of a literati minister. However, when his gentle gaze fell upon Nangong Yan standing on the ground, it suddenly turned into an extremely cold stare, stabbing at Nangong Yan’s face like icy needles.
"I hear you secretly brought the Magic Weapon here?" Nangong Zhang raised a teacup, his gaze venomous as he looked at Nangong Yan as if he weren’t his own son, but an enemy, sending chills down one’s spine. "And you brought outsiders over!"
"Qian Dafang’s research talent should not be underestimated. We have to put forth something to attract him to join the lab." Nangong Yan clenched his fist, reporting in a calm voice beneath his downcast gaze. "Does Father not wish for such a talented person to join us?"
"Foolish!" Nangong Zhang slammed the teacup to the ground, the crisp sound of shattering echoing, alongside the painful groan of struggle from Nangong Yan.
He was slammed against the wall by an invisible force, as though an unseen pair of hands gripped his throat mercilessly, leaving him no escape and suffocating him in pain.
That wickedly handsome face crumpled in agony, the thin chain beneath the gold-rimmed glasses swaying but pulled away by that mysterious force, shattering the lenses and leaving a slender, bloody line across the man’s flawless face.
Revealing the man’s incredibly icy, aggressive gaze and features.
"You dared to cripple your brother’s legs and superpower and still pretend to be a good person here?" Nangong Zhang stepped forward, one step at a time towards Nangong Yan, mockingly watching the suppressed hatred and reluctant submission on his son’s face, he sneered, "You should expose your inherently filthy and malevolent heart, and use any means to seize what you want. Attracting talent using proper methods?"
"Heh." The middle-aged man scoffed dismissively, "Stop pretending; it disgusts me."