Nalan Chunbo’s hand scratched her neck as though he noticed the difficult position that she was in. “Don’t think about it anymore. Let me take you somewhere.”
Look, he was still being chivalrous.
However, the moment he retracted his hand, Wen Shan reached out and snatched his hand, stopping him from driving.
Nalan Chunbo looked at her with his head cocked. He was confused.
Wen Shan held his hand. She did not dare to use too much force. However, she looked at him with a pair of determined eyes. “Papa Nalan, I’ve never been in a relationship with anyone else.”
“Coincidentally, neither have I,” answered Nalan Chunbo in fake indifference.
Wen Shan went speechless. ” … ”
There was no need for him to answer. He should not have interrupted her. Now, she was too embarrassed to continue.
Wen Shan took a deep breath. “Yet, I know that I’m not above you because, in the game of courtship, the first one to fall in love is the loser. So, I admit defeat.”
Nalan Chunbo frowned. He obviously disagreed with this statement.
In relationships, there was never a winner or loser. If one could clearly announce a winner and a loser, suffering would be certain for both.
“You know that I won’t really let you go. Even if you’re the one at fault, I still can’t really be angry with you. Even while I’m angry, I’m afraid that you won’t want me anymore because I’m angry at you. I, too, despise my meek self, but I can’t do anything about it.” Wen Shan laughed self-deprecatingly, She was still holding onto Nalan Chunbo’s hand.
Nalan Chunbo’s heart constricted tightly as he listened to Wen Shan’s words. His every breath triggered waves of fiery pain.
“It’s my fault that you feel this way,” Nalan Chunbo said as he flipped his hand to grip Wen Shan’s hand instead.
Wen Shan looked up. Her watery eyes were filled with confusion, although second only to her disbelief.
‘He said, “It’s my fault that you feel this way.”‘
“I’m—”
“Listen to me first.” Nalan Chunbo reached out and covered her lips, stopping her from talking. “Not only do you have to remember that I’ll never be angry at you, but believe me, when I say that I’ll never leave you because I’m angry.”
Wen Shan’s nose was engulfed in a sudden wave of soreness and fiery wetness started to well in her eyes. It felt like she could burst out crying at any second now.
“In love, the first one to fall in love isn’t the loser. Wei Wei fell in love first, but Gu Juexi was the final loser. Eventually, Gu Juexi would be the heartbroken one. The first one to fall in love is the one who gets to call the shots. You have the right to take the lead in this relationship. Why are you belittling yourself? I should be the one to be afraid because the moment you give up, is the moment I lose everything.”
It was very quiet in the car. Nalan Chunbo’s clear voice echoed in the space.
Wen Shan looked at the man before her. He was still holding her hand, and a chivalrous smile was still on his face.
“Shan Shan, the person who needs to be afraid—the loser in the relationship—is the one who falls in love last.” Nalan Chunbo’s deep voice had its own charm. It sounded like countless small hands tickling the inside of Wen Shan’s ears, stirring her already palpitating heart.
So titillating. Such titillating words—
Papa Nalan, did he not know that his flirtatiousness was an act of transgression?
Did he really not know?
Yet, she also liked—with a vengeance—this feeling of getting flirted at. It was the feeling of your heart skipping a beat occasionally or the feeling of a bunny leaping around in the heart; the kind that would not allow you any moment of rest.
“Papa Nalan, I— Mmm—” Before Wen Shan could complete her sentence, she found herself caught in Nalan Chunbo’s kiss once more. It was yet another deep kiss.
This… Did this count as a foul?
She was not done being angry. Yet, how did she end up falling for his flirtiness so quickly?
Warning: this is foul play!
