Pampered by the Billionaire by Qin Dance

252: Chapter 205 Don’t Tell Me You Don’t Have Feelings For Me_1 252: Chapter 205 Don’t Tell Me You Don’t Have Feelings For Me_1 What did this kiss truly mean?

Nanxi didn’t know, she had no way of knowing.

She felt as though she was surrounded by countless interconnected webs, thick and suffocating, casting her into despair with a single glance.

She didn’t like the feeling of despair, for she had experienced it far too many times already!

The kiss was a lingering one, lasting a full five minutes.

Meanwhile, Mo Yan had yet to return!

After five minutes, he released her lips and looked down at her, catching his breath.

“How much did you drink…?”

“Not much…”

“Are you drunk?”

“No…” he brushed his fingertip gently across her cheek, “I’m quite sober now, more sober than I’ve ever been.”

Nanxi’s gaze flickered, a hint of sadness crossing her eyes.

Yinchu immediately leaned in to kiss her again, “Don’t be like this,

Nanxi, it’s not the end of the road yet!”

Not the end of the road?

But why did she feel like she had nowhere else to run?

Like she had reached her wit’s end!

“You really aren’t drunk,” Nanxi conceded.

Lu Yinchu grinned, “I’m not drunk, the one who’s drunk is you!”

…

Mo Yan returned after another five minutes.

By this time, Yinchu had sobered up and was sitting in silence next to Nanxi in the car.

Mo Yan handed out hangover medicine, which Yinchu refused with an upraised hand, “No need!”

“You should eat some.

Otherwise, you might have a headache tomorrow morning,” Nanxi advised from the side.

Smiling, he eventually took the hangover medicine and ingested it.

Mo Yan drove the two of them back to Yinchu’s villa.

As they got out of the car, Yinchu pulled Nanxi into the villa.

Nanxi was puzzled – he didn’t seem drunk at all!

In truth, Yinchu was drunk.

himself, to numb

expected Mo

overjoyed but also

around eleven that

he scared her, he saw her slapping his back in panic, calling his name repeatedly, her eyes filled with

cry, he

vomiting, she handed him a glass

instantly felt a bit more

was left was just emptiness,

him, “Lu Yinchu,

How are you feeling?”

say something, say

He said nothing.

closer into his embrace, holding

had drunk himself to

him to take care of him except Mo

now, it

it was to have her by his side,

have you,

…

Nanxi helped him back to

possibly vomiting again

he wouldn’t have

head on her chest, and thus, slept

morning, his hand

She was not there.

and attempted to recall last

memory appeared quite clear, at least it wasn’t

been quite frightened last night, or else why would she have

walked to the window, pulling the curtains to reveal

bathed in sunlight, with vibrant flowers blooming all around,

…

around seven forty, he had finished

he saw his reflection: A white shirt and black trousers, his usual attire, only because she had once said he was the best-looking man she had

sure if her words were genuine, but

would instinctively remember her

empty, but the sounds of cooking

and he

figure wearing his dark blue apron cutting tomatoes, presumably

some small snacks

seemed the noodles would be the main course for

about to toss them into the pan, when an arm

waist and rested his chin against her shoulder as his powerful chest

minty scent intertwined with his deep magnetic voice as he asked

Startled, Nanxi stiffened.

had started to

bit her lip and told

let go first!”

expected that instead of letting go, he held her even tighter, pulling her

to kiss her lips,

he held her chin and locked lips with

awkward because

Yinchu, Nanxi was still