闪电算

Ye Xingguang was clearly irritated in her heart. Yet, she couldn’t help but laugh at his words. Straightening her expression, she stared at him and snapped, “Who’s joking with you? Can’t you take things seriously?”

“Every single word I’ve said is serious.”

With one hand on her waist, Ye Junqing used his other hand to brace against the desk behind her. He trapped her between his chest and the desk. He lowered his head, his deep black eyes fixed on her, trying to figure out the source of her grievances.

After a moment of consideration, he moved closer until their noses almost touched, then he chuckled softly, “Do you think I would sacrifice my happiness for political goals? That I’m not sincerely interested in you, and you feel unjust?”

Ye Xingguang’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively closed her eyes. In that moment, it felt as though the man could read her heart through her eyes.

“Why are you closing your eyes? Are you afraid to look at me or afraid to let me see?”

Noticing that she shut her eyes even tighter, “If you don’t open them, should I kiss you?”

Seeing that she still had her eyes tightly shut. Ye Junqing let out a low chuckle, in a very good mood, he whispered into her ear: “Or are you perhaps, looking forward to it?”

His words made her heart contract sharply. Ye Xingguang opened her eyes in surprise, her heartbeat racing, “What are you talking about, who’s looking forward to it? I certainly am not!”

But the moment her gaze met his, her heart raced even faster.

His deep peach-blossom eyes were like powerful whirlpools, capable of drawing one in with just a single glance.

Feeling hopeless, she quickly averted her gaze, her eyes flitting around aimlessly until they, unfortunately, landed on his tempting lips. Her heart pounded wildly again.

Next to her ear, the man’s low laughter echoed, as if mocking her embarrassment.

Feeling unbearably awkward, Ye Xingguang struggled to escape from this predicament, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t overpower Ye Junqing. His strength seemed boundless. Regardless of her efforts, he easily held her captive with just his arms.

In the end, feeling a sharp pang in her heart, she spoke in an annoyed tone, “Let me go.”

“No.”

He leaned in while she was backed into the corner, pressed against the desk, inadvertently leaning back. But no matter how she tried to maintain a distance between them, he effortlessly closed the gap.

In the end, their lips almost touching, he asked in a low voice, “Really not? Then why is your heart beating so fast? Xingguang, have you fallen for me?”

“Absolutely not!” How could she possibly fall for him? A ruthless man who would sacrifice everything for politics, she would never fall for him.

Ye Xingguang thought defiantly, but her breathing became unsteady.

“Is that so?”

Dissatisfied with her answer, Ye Junqing was determined to find evidence that she had fallen for him. “If you haven’t fallen for me, why do you stick to me like a plaster every time I relapse? Why do you care for me, look after me?”

“That’s because…” Ye Xingguang furrowed her brows, unsure why she didn’t continue. Perhaps she hadn’t formulated a good excuse yet.

“That’s because what? Is it because you’ve fallen for me? You can’t bear to see me in pain?” His voice was low, and as he spoke, his deep gaze fell on her evasive eyes, as if trying to coax her.

Is that true? She was merely showing humanitarian concern, her conscience maybe just forgot to feed to the dogs. Can’t he stop overthinking?

But Ye Junqing persisted in finding evidence. “Why get so emotional if you don’t like me? Why question me about you being assigned to me by the state, why don’t I give it a try? Xingguang, tell me, have you fallen for me? Do you want to turn a year into a lifetime with me?”