Quenching

The boy turned his head to look at the down jacket in his hand, then looked back at Huang Qiaqia, who was running faster than a rabbit, and let out a long sigh.

Huang Qiaqia was panting as she ran and looked back. She accidentally bumped into someone and before she could react, she was pulled between two teaching buildings and suddenly found herself wrapped in a down jacket.

"Is it warm?"

Wanli Fuguang's strong arms tightly embraced Huang Qiaqia, preventing her from moving around.

"We've already broken up, don't try to get close to me."

Huang Qiaqia puffed out her cheeks indignantly, her round face turning red, and tried to twist her body, wanting to break free from Wanli Fuguang's restraints.

Wanli Fuguang secretly increased the strength of his arms, hugging her even tighter.

Why did we break up? Hmm?

Wanli Fuguang looked at the struggling girl in his arms, a smile in his eyes and a calm demeanor between his brows, and leaned closer to Huang Qiaqia's flushed cheeks.

Huang Qiaqia turned her head away, avoiding Wanli Fuguang's scorching breath.

"Because of you..."

Wanli Fuguang slightly curved his lips, and in the blink of an eye, he leaned down and suddenly pressed his thin lips against Huang Qiaqia's crimson lips, stubborn and domineering.

Huang Qiaqia suddenly felt a strange warmth spread throughout her body.

The messy wind cutting against my face didn't seem to hurt that much.

Wanli Fuguang's lips seemed to hold a spark of fire, teasing Huang Qiaqia's crimson lips.

Huang Qiaqia clenched her teeth, and Wanli Fuguang's forceful teasing, licking, and domineering devouring made Huang Qiaqia feel like she was suffocating.

Huang Qiaqia's arms were bent over Wanli Fuguang's chest, her small hands desperately trying to push away Wanli Fuguang's chest, but the warmth of Wanli Fuguang's chest, like his kiss, was strong and irresistible.

Of course, Wanli Fuguang's kiss wasn't so bad, it's just that his lips were a little...

Huang Qiaqia tried her best to straighten her body, but Wanli Fuguang's hot breath and surging sucking made Huang Qiaqia's eyes look a little confused.

Huang Qiaqia, her face flushed, was still maintaining a sliver of consciousness.

Wanli Fuguang's tongue was still trying to pry open Huang Qiaqia's lips.

Huang Qiaqia was like an unyielding warrior. Even with his body broken into pieces, he was determined to defend the last stronghold to the death, keeping his mouth tightly shut.

Huang Qiaqia's lips were a little sore, her body was becoming increasingly weak, and her heart was beating faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of her throat. This accelerated heartbeat made Huang Qiaqia a little panicked.

The howling north wind seemed to have lowered its decibels, leaving only a very light, sparse sound.

Seeing the two embracing, the boy placed Huang Qiaqia's down jacket a short distance away and silently left.

Huang Qiaqia's breathing became more and more rapid; she was about to suffocate.

After a long while, Wanli Fuguang finally released Huang Qiaqia.

Huang Qiaqia took deep breaths of fresh air; the surrounding high-rise buildings seemed to have double images.

Wanli Fuguang's lung capacity is terrifying. Doesn't he breathe?

Huang Qiaqia took a breath, shook her head, and blinked to get a clearer view.

"You...you...you get out of my way."

"Are you still angry?"

Wanli Fuguang pinched Huang Qiaqia's waist and gently kissed her cheek.

Huang Qiaqia felt a surge of anger, shoved Wanli Fuguang aside, glared at him, and shouted furiously.

"you……"

"I was wrong."

Wanli Fuguang's deep voice was sincere and earnest, his eyes filled with heartfelt enthusiasm.

The surrounding snow seemed to have melted a bit, and for some reason, the warmth melted a lot of the frozen ice, making the cold feeling less intense.

The raging fire that had just ignited in Huang Qiaqia's heart was extinguished again, but he could not lose in terms of momentum.

"you……"

"I was really wrong, you can punish me however you want."

Wanli Fuguang's slightly aggrieved look made Huang Qiaqia swallow back the anger that was about to spill out.

Huang Qiaqia took a breath, her mind raced, and she smiled gently, her eyes crinkling with joy.

"Really? No taking it back."

"Willing to accept punishment."

Wanli Fuguang loosened his grip and gazed intently at Huang Qiaqia's rosy, round face.

"From today onwards, you are not allowed to kiss me."

"I...I won't kiss you...I..."

Huang Qiaqia tilted her head back and straightened her chest. Wanli Fuguang's kiss was too forceful; her lips still hurt.

"You can't do it? You're still my ex-boyfriend, don't even think about becoming my girlfriend!"

"it is good."

Wanli Fuguang nodded, his deep gaze falling on Huang Qiaqia's smug, fair face.

Wanli Fuguang really wanted to give it to Huang Qiaqia right now, but he couldn't rush things, so he held back.

"My down jacket?"

Huang Qiaqia glanced at her down jacket and was about to take a step when Wanli Fuguang hugged her tightly and walked towards the cafeteria without looking back.

Not far away, Wu Haofeng glanced at Huang Qiaqia's down jacket by the flower bed and gave instructions to the driver.

"Throw this down jacket away, buy a new one, and then find a way to make it look exactly like the old one."

******

In the dormitory, Huang Qiaqia saw the box filled with a jumble of colorful and expensive rings and sighed deeply.

Huang Qiaqia liked Wanli Fuguang's kiss, but was their relationship enough for her to have the courage to accept Wanli Fuguang's kiss?

After all, Wanli Fuguang is too rich.

******

After class, Wu Haofeng carried Huang Qiaqia's schoolbag and walked ahead. Suddenly, a menacing-looking man jumped out from behind Huang Qiaqia, grabbed him, and shouted loudly.

"You murderer, how dare you swagger around here like this."

Huang Qiaqia looked closely and realized that the man was the husband of the pregnant woman who had died from massive bleeding after she had taken him to the hospital.

"Don't make false accusations."

Huang Qiaqia frowned and struggled to pull her arm away, but the man was too strong and she couldn't shake him off.

Wu Haofeng, expressionless, stepped forward, grabbed Huang Qiaqia, pulled her behind him, and questioned her harshly.

"What right do you have to make a conclusion here? If she really did kill someone, arresting her is the police's job, and convicting her is the court's job. You have no right to make a conclusion. But now you are making false accusations and defaming me, and I will definitely make you bear legal responsibility."

"I falsely accused her of killing my wife, I..."

The menacing-looking man clenched his fists and took a step forward.

Huang Qiaqia bit her lip, her whole body trembling slightly, her cold hands tightly gripping Wu Haofeng's arm.

"Want to hit someone? If you hit me, it's intentional assault; if I hit you, it's self-defense. Defamation plus intentional assault—do you think you have enough time left to go to jail?"

"I……"

Seeing Wu Haofeng's scholarly appearance, the man figured he couldn't fight her. He clenched his fist and swung it forcefully, but to his surprise, Wu Haofeng pushed Huang Qiaqia aside and suddenly stepped back, leaving the man with nothing.

Unwilling to give up, the man straightened up, readjusted his posture, and clenched his fist again. Wu Haofeng nimbly dodged, and the man missed again.

The man tried to throw another punch, but several security guards rushed over and pulled him away.

Huang Qiaqia, standing behind Wu Haofeng, took out her phone, her voice trembling with anxiety.

“Brother Sheng Shanxing, the pregnant woman’s husband came to the school to threaten me and even tried to hit me.”

Sheng Shanxing spoke in a calm tone, though with a hint of worry.

Where did he hurt you?

“I’m fine. Wu Haofeng has been in front of me the whole time, protecting me.”

"okay, I get it."

Sheng Shanxing hung up the phone, turned to the person next to him, and calmly gave instructions.

"Remove the bodyguards stationed around Huang Qiaqia and keep a close eye on the pregnant woman's husband to see who he contacts next?"

Wu Haofeng started the Sibel supercar at a leisurely pace and asked Huang Qiaqia, who was sitting in the passenger seat with his head bowed deeply.