Chapter 7: Finding Him (2)

  Mo Si was called "thousand people beheaded", countless women. He is different! He can't accept those casual women at all!

  This woman is indeed one of those casual and promiscuous women! No idea how many men she's been with already!

  And he actually spent a night with such a dirty woman!

  Seeing Uesugi Akira's gaze becoming increasingly gloomy, Jian Anning also furrowed her brow.

  She has no experience with this kind of thing at all. Although she had a boyfriend before, the most they did was kiss and it didn't go any further than that.

  Jian Anning took a step back, slightly raised her eyes and calmed down: "If there's nothing else, I'll go busy myself."

  She hadn't expected it, but just as she took a step forward, Usawa Akira suddenly shifted to the side and blocked her way.

  Jian Anning raised her head, and the light from behind Uzawa Akira's body shone over, outlining his entire figure with a golden edge. The man in front of her had a stern expression, his handsome eyebrows tightly furrowed, like a mountain blocking her path.

  She didn't move, but Usui Kei lifted his foot and stepped closer to her, one step at a time.

  It was too quiet, and his footsteps sounded unusually loud, like a drumbeat, pounding one by one on her heart. She seemed to be infected as well, forced by his footsteps to retreat step by step, slowly backing away.

  Until her back was pressed against the cold wall corner, she raised her head, and Usui Akira was still approaching, the two of them almost seamlessly stuck together in the corner.

  As he stood there, the man's warm breath sprayed on her headtop, close range, Usui Takashi's breath came like a stormy sea, as if it was last night, lingering around her. She seemed to feel a strong sense of oppression, as if the air in her chest was insufficient, and breathing was very difficult.

  Yu Zhe Xiao suddenly stretched out his hand, caught her wrist off guard, and pulled hard. She lost her balance and fell into his broad chest.

  "Look up!" Uesugi Akira's cold and arrogant voice sounded, and Jian Anning subconsciously looked up at him.

  The gazes of the two people intersected in mid-air, and she saw the anger and evil spirits flashing in his obsidian-like eyes. She couldn't help but feel a little flustered. This gaze was different from the dazed gaze he had after their intimate encounter this morning, and also different from the interrogative gaze he had just now. It seemed to contain a sharp sword that was about to pierce her heart!

  His sudden movement stunned her for a few seconds, and then she struggled violently.

  Uzawa Akane swiftly pressed her hand beside her head, just as she was about to lift her leg in resistance. Uzawa Akane leaned in with her entire body, utilizing her long arms and legs to firmly pin her down.

  His hot breath sprayed on the tip of her nose, and she struggled a few times but couldn't escape. Anger and a hint of shyness flashed across his eyebrows. Jian Anning frowned and couldn't help saying: "What do you want to do? I've said it before, last night was an accident! I know the rules, I won't make you responsible, nor will I entangle you, let alone tell the media about this."

  Uzawa Akira suppressed her resistance, his gaze fell on the fine hair under her bangs, and her eyelids slightly drooped. Her long eyelashes cast a faint pale shadow below. Her face was only five centimeters away from his, and he could even see the fine down on her cheeks.