Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 184: 143 High Sweetness: Wanwan Takes the Initiative, a Heartfelt Kiss (2 More)_2

He had been at this place for a few years before, and there was nothing novel about it. Jiang Yanting found a spot to stand, his silhouette elongated and forlorn under the lights. During that time, quite a few people came to chat him up, but he rejected each one of them.

When he came to his senses, he realized that Jiang Jinsang and Tang Wan had disappeared, presumably wandering off somewhere else.

The campus was bustling. Jiang Jinsang naturally held Tang Wan’s hand tightly in his own, walking forward along a path…

The moonlight was faint, the street lamps dim. The farther they got from the crowd, the more the rows of trees on both sides blocked the light, muting the noisy applause. Tang Wan’s heartbeat was racing.

“Did you have dances like this when you were in school?” Perhaps due to the excessive quiet around them, Jiang Jinsang’s voice was somewhat subdued.

“Yeah, there were lots of school parties and dances, and I went to a few.”

At these school functions, the majority of participants were single men and women hoping that such an event might lead to meeting someone of the opposite sex and the start of a romance.

Jiang Jinsang pursed his lips, “Can you dance?”

“I learned a bit when I was younger, but then my mom got sick… I never picked it up again after she passed away. Now my body’s all stiff, and I can’t even bend down…”

Tang Wan was talking about herself when she noticed Jiang Jinsang suddenly stopped walking. Because their hands were clasped together, her steps halted as well, causing her to look up at him.

By now, no voices could be heard, only the rustling of wind in the leaves and the ever-quickening beat of Tang Wan’s heart.

“What’s wrong?” Tang Wan asked with a slight frown, “Are you not feeling well?”

It was dark around them, and the moonlight filtered through the branches, casting a thin halo on Jiang Jinsang.

His gaze was deep yet tender as he leaned in slightly, still holding her hand.

“College is such a vibrant and vigorous time. I just regret not having met you sooner, not being able to see you in those days… It makes me feel a bit sour inside…”

“Do you think this counts as jealousy?”

Tang Wan looked up at him, his smile carrying a trace of helplessness.

Under the moonlight, his skin was almost ethereally pale. In her chest, it felt as though something was crashing about—perhaps the pounding of a deer’s hooves, relentlessly thumping against her ribcage.

“Do you think I’m quite the jealous type?” Jiang Jinsang asked as he raised his hand to ruffle her hair.

“I want to be part of your future, and I find myself even wanting to have been part of your past.”

“I want you all to myself, completely, just for me.”

“Is that too greedy?”

pounded fiercely, her mind fogged by something unexplainable driving

grabbed his shirt, and tiptoed to give him a gentle kiss on the lips. As her toes touched the ground, her fingers still clutched his shirt tightly. She could distinctly feel

his mind that Tang Wan would

the first time I’ve

“Still feeling sour?”

seemed naturally gentle and sweet, softened further by the night breeze, as if it were fractured into countless sugary shards embedding themselves in

try dating, Tang

a long time to respond, turning her cheeks red,

she been

his

yet it made his whole body

it felt as

Thrown into complete turmoil.

fact, he had been thoroughly

…

accompanied by hearty laughter. Tang Wan, feeling guilty,

The next second,

hidden behind a tree. Tang Wan’s hands instinctively grabbed the

pressed firmly on her waist, confining her under him, as he whispered in

who were approaching had already seen them. Abroad, such openness was quite common in schools, and as everyone talked

frowned, only feeling that she must have lost her mind a moment

and now you want to

“I didn’t run away!”

trying to avoid his increasingly burning breath, with nowhere to go in front, she could only straighten her back,

afraid of ruining your sweater?” Jiang

was wearing a thin knit today, and the rough bark hooked slightly, definitely pulling some threads. She slightly furrowed

just kissed me

was choked up—this kind of thing, better

“Not talking again?”

he spoke, he leaned in

…

feeling like she

say something, when Jiang

the leaves around them, accompanied by laughter from near and far,

not

…

passed by. Tang Wan had never done something so bold, her heart was about to leap out, she raised her hand to push

it seemed

inherently always have a bad