Quick Transmigration: The Scheming Beauty is Seductive and Wild

Chapter 115 Admit it, you’re done

The temperature was gradually rising, and Rong Jing's body and mind were in intense conflict. He frowned slightly, unable to control his hands, his mouth, and his breathing.

Gradually, the two fell down on the sofa, Rong Jing hugged her tightly and kissed her.

His thick long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his body tensed up unconsciously. It wasn't until Su Luo started to push him that he exhaled with restraint. It took a lot of effort to get rid of the most primitive desire in his body. Pressed back.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Su Luo's messy long hair and flushed cheeks.

She slumped in the folds of the sofa, her eyes distracted for a moment, and the collar of her crew-neck sweater was crooked, revealing a small piece of her fair shoulders.

The next second, a pair of shallow eyes looked at him, wet, dazed and innocent.

The living room was very quiet. Only the TV was playing Animal World. The male commentator's voice was deep and magnetic, sliding out of the speakers:

"Spring is here, everything revives, and it's nature's mating season again..."

Rong Jing's heart skipped a beat and he gradually regained his senses.

After realizing what he had done to her, he quickly pulled his hands out of the sweater, pulled the girl's loose collar back to his shoulders, and then sat up silently, turning his head away from looking at her.

Seeing his ghostly look, Su Luo knew that Rong Jing had shrunk back again.

She bit her back molars and closed her eyes. The pink color on her face gradually faded, and when she opened her eyes again, it was clear.

Heh, dog man.

At this time, Rong Jing stared at the TV screen, put his hands on his knees, and sat upright and stiff.

There was no moment like this that made him realize very clearly that his heart had completely fallen.

The seeds buried deep in my heart seemed to turn into a towering tree in an instant, swaying. It was a very calling emotion, tearing apart certain imprisonments like a torrent, endless.

Admit it, you're screwed.

Rongjing, you have fallen in love with Xiaoluo.

And... I want her to go crazy thinking about it.

Then I thought about it, Xiaoluo didn't understand anything. If I took this opportunity to tell her clearly, would it scare her?Will she accept it?
She is still so young, does she think he is too old?

Rong Jing was thinking about it when he caught a glimpse of Su Luo sitting up slowly from the corner of his eye.

His Adam's apple moved, and as soon as he made a sound, he heard the other person speak first.

Su Luo's expression had returned to calm. She opened her eyes with twinkling eyes and her voice sounded careless:

"So this is kissing, I really got a new skill."

Rong Jing frowned at the light words.

He carefully observed her micro-expressions and found that there was no trace of shyness or any trace of heartbeat on her plain white face.

Are you even in the mood to eat papaya on the coffee table?

He kissed her, but she... didn't feel it?

Rong Jing felt a knot in his heart.

Could it be that Xiaoluo already has someone he likes?
He subconsciously rejected this idea as soon as it came up. Xiaoluo is so good and studies hard, so he will definitely not fall in love prematurely...right?

Rong Jing picked up the water glass, took a sip, and asked as if drinking water:
"Xiao Luo, is there any boy you like in school?"

His tone was calm, but he held his breath unconsciously.

Su Luo felt funny in her heart, but her face was tense. She inserted another piece of papaya with a toothpick and stuffed it into her mouth. She chewed it for a long time before speaking slowly:
"not yet."

Rong Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of his mouth were about to curl up instinctively, when he heard the girl add again:
"Professor, didn't you say that I'm still young? Time should be spent in the right place. You are right. Therefore, I don't plan to fall in love before I graduate from college."

Rong Jing choked.That's exactly what he said.

Isn't this digging your own grave?

Rong Jing rubbed his temples and frowned so hard that he could pinch a fly. After a long time, he pointed at a peach blossom on the shelf and said after careful consideration:
"Xiaoluo, it's really good to cherish time, but you have to do something at any age. As the saying goes, you have to stop when you have flowers... Do you understand?"

Su Luo looked over with an innocent look on her face:
"I understand. A student's job is to study. Before graduation, I must become an outstanding graduate and take the top spot in my age group!"

Seeing her vowing to devote herself to academia, her eyes as bright as two searchlights, Rong Jing didn't know whether he was happy or worried. After thinking about it, he decided to be selfish:
"Well, Xiaoluo, you are actually very good. You can definitely balance your studies with doing something beneficial to your body and mind."

"Something wholesome?"

Su Luo had doubts on her face, but she despised him in her heart.

This man really dares to say anything.

Meeting her clear gaze, Rong Jing felt a twinge of guilt in his heart, which was instantly suppressed by him:
"Yes, you are an older child. You should pay more attention to your inner abundance. Beautiful feelings can make you realize more of the value of life."

Su Luo came a little closer, stared into his black pupils, and smiled:

"Beautiful feelings? Professor, do you mean love?"

As she got closer, the sweet fragrance of papaya blew out of her nose, mixed with the unique smell of gardenia, and Rong Jing was in a trance for a moment.

The light poured down from the crystal chandelier above her head and hit her egg-white skin, which was white and transparent. Rong Jing's eyes were dark and her voice was low and hoarse:
"Well, intimacy is the best way to know yourself, bar none."

Su Luo nodded as if she understood. After thinking for a while, she took out her mobile phone, found the class chat group, and clicked on the male classmates' friend circles one by one to look through them.

"Either too short, too dark, or too stupid, hmm...this seems good."

Listening to her comments, Rong Jing's breath was stuck in his lungs.

When she was about to click on Lu Chengchuan's profile picture, Rong Jing snatched her phone away and said dullly:

"People are always fascinated by the colorful flowers outside and ignore the beauty around them. Xiaoluo, you must cherish the people in front of you."

The last three words were deliberately elongated by him. Su Luo almost lost her defense when she heard that. She tilted her head and stabbed him secretly:

"But, the only boys of my age are classmates. Do we have to look for them in other schools?"

Appropriate age...

Rong Jing swallowed and decided to be shameless:
"Xiaoluo, now that the Internet is so developed, the generation gap between everyone is shortening, and the three views are synchronized, so the age difference is not that important anymore."

After a pause, Rong Jing glanced at her and quickly looked away, talking nonsense seriously:

"It's normal for someone to be seven or eight years old or more than ten years old."

Seeing the man's eloquent words, Su Luo couldn't help but curse:

He's obviously aware of this, so why doesn't he take the initiative to express his feelings?What are you waiting for?

The two of them stared at each other, expecting the other to speak first, and the air became quiet again.

After a long time, Su Luo got tired of waiting. She scratched her hair and said in a cold tone:
"I'll go in to review first. There will be an exam tomorrow afternoon. You can watch TV by yourself."

After finishing speaking, she stomped upstairs without turning her head. A few seconds later, there was the sound of the bedroom door on the second floor closing in the air.

Rong Jing stood up from the sofa and started pacing back and forth in the living room.

Why did Xiaoluo suddenly become angry?
After a while, he turned off the remote control, dug out a foot bath bucket from the utility room, poured slightly scalding hot water into it, then went into the kitchen, cut a few slices of ginger and threw them in.

After thinking about it, she sprinkled in a few more gorgeous rose petals, and then Rong Jing went upstairs with a large bucket of foot-washing water.

　Admit it, old man, you're done
　　
　
(End of this chapter)