Campus Ace Girl

Chen Ming closed the door, leaning against it: "Shen asked me to check on you after dropping off Mr. Zhou."

Song Jia continued to lean on the sofa, eating a pear. From his angle, she looked quite enticing, at least, he couldn’t resist her soft skin and overly long legs.

Chen Ming went over to the sofa and sat down, turning his head to look at her: "Why aren’t you answering my calls?"

"Don’t want to answer," Song Jia said quite willfully.

Chen Ming was a bit speechless, but still held his patience: "Weren’t we just fine before?"

Song Jia looked up at him: "Do you think just because we spent a few days together during New Year’s, we should be together?"

"Yes," Chen Ming’s voice was somewhat hoarse: "Unless you tell me you have a boyfriend now, why would you still be waiting for me so long?"

Song Jia still didn’t want to pay him any attention. She got up, threw the pear away, and opened the door: "It’s late."

Chen Ming stepped over, reaching out to shut the door, locking it.

"This is my home, what do you want? Don’t tell me you’re drunk again." Song Jia said with a stern face.

Chen Ming stepped forward, getting very close to her, almost pinning her against the door.

She leaned against the door, watching him warily, her beautifully shaped lips pressed tightly together, finally squeezing out a few words: "Don’t try anything funny."

He looked down at her.

He was originally around 185 cm, tall and strong, and compared to him she was petite and delicate, as if one hand around her waist could break her.

Chen Ming’s voice was slightly hoarse: "What are you thinking? Did you think I’m only thinking about that kind of thing?"

She didn’t want to deal with him, especially at such a dangerous moment.

Up close, she still caught a whiff of alcohol from him.

Seeing her remain silent, Chen Ming reached out to hold the back of her head, gently pulling her closer as his voice grew raspier: "But I’ve missed you. I finished the mission in the shortest time; I wasn’t supposed to come back until winter."

Song Jia felt something stir in her heart, awkwardly saying after a while: "What does it have to do with me?"

Chen Ming slightly smiled: "How could it not have anything to do with you?"

He held her hand, pressing her against the door, continuously getting closer and closer...

Song Jia’s eyes widened, her red lips slightly parted, her voice scratchy: "Chen Ming..."

He brushed his lips against hers, murmuring, "Just one kiss, I haven’t seen you for half a year."

With that, he clutched her hand tightly, their fingers interlocked... He was unusually forceful, she couldn’t resist at all, she could only let him kiss her again and again.

Fortunately, Chen Ming wasn’t drunk and remembered that this was Zhou Yunchen’s home. No matter how much desire was in his heart, he could only let her go; he didn’t want to stay the night and make her uncomfortable tomorrow. He just held her head lightly, breathing heavily: "Come to my place tomorrow, okay?"

Song Jia’s face flushed slightly, she averted her gaze after a long pause.

She didn’t say anything, but he probably knew she was willing, so he chuckled lowly, kissed her again, and left satisfied.

After he left, Song Jia ran to the terrace, just in time to see him get into the car in the dark night.

Chen Ming worked in criminal investigation, was very sensitive, and sensed her presence. He looked up and smiled at her.

In the darkness, his teeth were quite white, and his smile was quite cheerful. Somehow, Song Jia felt a bit moved.

With him, it often felt just right... she might almost like him, but never has she had such a touching moment. She clearly knew what this was, so she... didn’t want to resist anymore.

Chen Ming got into the car, lowered the window to look at her...

They locked eyes, but said nothing.

Eventually, the driver drove away, he looked back at her again... In that moment, she wanted to call him, to ask him to stay, but then thought that the time and place were wrong, so she held back.

At that moment, she finally realized that she wasn’t unwilling to think of him, she was afraid to think of him.

Not contacting, not answering calls, perhaps it was just being wayward, just wanting him to coax her... she wanted him to become the kind of person she wanted, and Chen Ming seemed to... understand too.

Song Jia stood for a long time, dazed, wooden.

In the other bedroom, Shen Congwen had finally finished attending to Zhou Yunchen, exhausted and covered in sweat.

That man was lying on the single-person sofa, still not sober, with one hand on his forehead as he asked softly: "Did that kid Chen Ming leave? I thought I heard you telling him to stay."

Shen Congwen wiped his sweat with a towel, saying, "Do you think everyone is as shameless as you are? Chen Ming left just now, did you not hear the car sound?"

Zhou Yunchen chuckled at that, pulled his wife into his arms, and Shen Congwen, who was attending to him, swatted his hand away: "Behave, stop moving, your neck is all sweaty."

When he drank too much, he was unruly, and Shen Congwen couldn’t do anything about it but try to hold him down to stop him from moving: "Behave."