Hubby's Deep Love Will Never Change-Chapter 1139 Heather of the Other Shore Flower Sea (163)
The group of reporters outside the door suddenly froze, and even Qu Leqi, who stood at the very back, appeared somewhat awkward as she struggled to maintain a smile and adjust her expression.
"See, there’s really nothing between me and Mr. Nian," she said with a smile to break the awkwardness. "Otherwise, shouldn’t I be the one getting pulled in at this moment?"
They actually pulled Heather inside!
Seriously...
Qu Leqi couldn’t even begin to describe the emotions rising inside her.
The other reporters started glancing at one another, sensing that something about this situation felt odd.
...
"Nian—"
Heather’s words were interrupted by Nian Shen. "Why didn’t you choose to come inside and hide when you were surrounded? There’s no point in wasting words and time on these reporters."
"I can handle it."
"Simply being surrounded?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
Surely... Heather thought to herself, perhaps during a conversation like this...
"Mr. Nian, could you let go of me first?"
At the moment, their posture was undeniably intimate.
Heather was being held tightly by the waist, pinned against the door panel. He was looking down while she looked up, their eyes locked in a tense gaze. The dim lighting only amplified the ambiguity.
Meanwhile, beyond the door, the sound of noisy reporters persisted, as no one had yet left.
"I’m your bodyguard. Handling matters like these for you is only natural."
"Your duty as a bodyguard is to protect me," said Nian Shen, keeping his eyes fixed on her, "The situation outside can be dealt with by Yi Yang."
Suddenly, his unyielding stare made Heather uneasy. She asked, "Is there something on my face?"
"I didn’t know who Xiao Man was before, but ever since I heard the rumors about her at the filming set, I specifically looked her up. And I discovered... you really do resemble her quite a lot."
Heather froze for a moment before replying, "There are so many people in this world who look alike. Honestly, if you examine closely, you’ll find many celebrities out there who bear striking similarities to others. And with billions of people in this world, is it really that strange to find someone who looks similar?"
Nian Shen suddenly curled his lips into a mysterious smile, leaving her inexplicably flustered before he finally said, "I merely said you two look alike, but your reaction seems a bit much. I never suggested that looking alike means anything, did I?"
"..."
She might have...
Indeed, she might have overreacted.
It was as though their resemblance implied something deeper.
He seemed to be setting a trap, patiently waiting for her to walk right into it. And now that she had, he was clearly pleased with himself.
Despite all the talking, their intimate stance remained unchanged—they were still in the same position.
Heather didn’t want to discuss whether or not she resembled Xiao Man anymore. She tried to pull his hand away in an attempt to leave.
But at that precise moment, Nian Shen suddenly tugged her back, towering over her as he stared down. Without warning, he cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers.
The kiss was so abrupt and swift that she didn’t even have time to react. By the time his lips had descended on hers, Heather’s hand had already curled into a fist, ready to land a punch on him.
Her fist halted mere millimeters from his body, as if forcibly restrained, stopping the fierce momentum of her intended strike.
Slowly, her clenched fist began to loosen, the fingers uncurling one by one until her whole hand slipped down and hung limply.
She should have shoved him away aggressively, but instead, she found herself unable to react at all in that moment.
What could possibly make her feel like this?
Other than Ah Nian, there was no one else.
