Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Nian Junting opened his mouth wide to bite her.

Luosang closed her eyes, waited for a while, but then felt that he only bit her gently on the wrist.

She opened her eyes to find him smiling at her, his eyes narrowed. His handsome face glowed under the light as he said, “Your skin is so tender. I don’t want to bite you, but I can kiss you.”

After saying that, he kissed her arm over her clothes. His lips went up to her neck.

“It’s itchy.” Luosang tried to dodge him, but instead fell onto the couch.

Nian Junting struggled up, his hands by her ears. He dropped his head and said to her with a dry voice, “Luo, I’m feeling uncomfortable.”

Luosang glanced at his lower body, then her earlobes turned scarlet.

She hesitated for a little while…

Nian Junting was delighted. He lowered his head further and kissed her deeply.

Earlier, they made out in the car, but he didn’t get what he had wanted.

Tonight, there was just two of them. They didn’t need to worry that someone else might interrupt them.

He kissed her over and over again.

Some time had passed, but he didn’t make any progress at all.

She wanted to cry.

…

“Your wound…Has it healed yet?” Nian Junting looked at her in the eyes.

Luosang blushed.

“I won’t touch that area then,” he chuckled as he pressed her onto the couch.

…

About ten minutes later, Luosang went into the bathroom to take another shower. Her face was as red as a steamed shrimp.

After coming out of the bathroom, she tiredly climbed into the bed. Nian Junting walked in with an apple, saying, “I washed it for you. You have to eat an apple on Christmas Eve, so you’ll be safe the next year, like me.”

“Thank you.” Luosang was touched. She curled up on the bed and shared the apple with him.

The next morning, she woke up to find that she was still on the large bed. She sat up and saw a pink box on the bedside table.

She opened it and found a fishtail dress in it.

“Do you like it? It’s your Christmas gift from me. Wearing this, you’ll become the center of attention today when hosting the Christmas Show at your school.” Nian Junting’s voice was abruptly heard from the changing room. He was smiling, wearing a trench coat and the scarf that she gave to him, looking like a gentleman, but also like a yuppy.

“I like it. It’s beautiful.” Luosang raised her face and said, “Junting, you’re so nice to me.”

Nian Junting proudly grinned and said, “I’ll hold your hand in front of everyone, so people’ll know that this beautiful host belongs to me only. I heard that Yi Jingxi will be there too, right? I’ll make him so angry.”

Luosang paused slightly, then laughed. “Haven’t you made him angry enough? You’re boring. I’m going to wash.”

There was an important activity tonight, so she washed her hair. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw Nian Junting standing by the window on the phone, his face showing an extremely serious look.

“Alright, I get it. I’ll take the nearest flight there. I won’t tell her.”

Luosang never saw him so anxious before. As he ended the call, she walked to him and asked, “Is something wrong?”

“Em, Ji Chuan got shot during a mission. They’re trying to save them now. I need to be there,” Nian Junting clenched his phone and said.