Chapter 19: I-I… Was Scared…

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

His dark eyes emitted a flash of unfathomable emotion.

At that moment, he heard footsteps at the door.

He closed the folder containing the information that he had been reviewing.

The door suddenly opened, and an adorable head poked through it.

“Erm, are you busy now?” She smiled sheepishly at him.

“What do you think?” he asked with raised eyebrows as he glanced at the folders stacked in front of him.

She giggled. “May I come in please?” she asked with a sweet smile, her attitude exceedingly deferential.

He said nothing, but instead just looked at her with his lips pursed.

Judging from his reaction, Song Wenxin decided that he had agreed to her request.

She had brought a chair with her and placed it not far behind him.

“I’m just going to sit here and draft my designs quietly. I promise not to disrupt your work!” she assured him.

Truth be told, she had not wanted to come looking for him, either. Unfortunately, the villa was completely deserted, without even the shadow of a person in sight. She did not want to be on her own in that exceedingly quiet bedroom; she was scared…

So, she had to come looking for him here.

Having someone beside her gave her a sense of security.

Jiang Beihan did not say a word but watched her every move behind him through the reflection on his computer screen.

She had kept her word. All she did was work on her designs quietly.

“Why did you come here?” he asked her through pursed lips.

“I-I… was scared…” Song Wenxin responded, having decided to be honest with him. She added, “It was just too quiet in the bedroom, and…” she raised her head to look at the ceiling lights in the study, continuing, “the lighting was too dim.”

She spoke softly and meekly, sounding like a mosquito buzzing.

For some unknown reason, at the moment when she spoke of being scared, his heart seemed to have been hit by something gentle and soft.

It felt like a tugging at his heartstrings but was also a little uncomfortable.

He really wanted to protect this girl.

With that thought, he reached out and extended his hand toward her.

“Come here, you,” he said suddenly.

Engrossed in her drawing, Song Wenxin was startled by his sudden command, looking at him with suspicion before walking over to him.

“What is it?”

Suddenly, he reached out and held on to her arm…

Following the action with a strong pull of his hand…

She fell toward him, and, in the next second, her body was twisted, landing her neatly and completely in his arms, sitting on his lap.

His hand was, at that moment, wrapped snuggly around her slim waist…

The warmth of his hands, transmitted through the nightdress and onto the skin of her waist, gave her a feverish, hot sensation.

Her nose was once again accosted by the lingering aroma of the red wine on his body, and, also, that distinctive scent of a hotblooded man on him was unexpectedly sweet-smelling.

“Still feeling scared?” he asked her, barely moving his lips.

Just like the warmth of his hands, the deep tone of his voice seared through Song Wenxin, setting her on fire and making her feel hot and feverish…

And her face burned up, uncontrollably flushing a deep red.