Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 671 - 672: Does Ranran No Longer Like Her Brother?

Chapter 671: Chapter 672: Does Ranran No Longer Like Her Brother?

Ou Jue directly carried the already drunk Xiyan towards the guest room of the villa.

An Ran was a lightweight, she didn’t drink alcohol, just sipped a few cocktails, not drunk, but her face was flushed.

Ji Yanche and Ruge were playing around on the side.

As soon as she raised her head, Chi Cheng was sitting right in front of her, their eyes met, half-smiling.

Hurriedly shifting her gaze, An Ran got up, "I’m going to the restroom."

She left in big steps, trying to calm her heartbeat.

Just as she reached the sink, her wrist was suddenly grasped by someone. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

An Ran was startled, turned her head, meeting the extraordinarily handsome face of Chi Cheng.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

He asked directly, his gaze intense.

A bit flustered at heart, An Ran instinctively denied, "I’m not..."

Chi Cheng looked at her for a moment, chuckled slightly, "An Xiaoran, you’re not good at lying."

"I really am not..." An Ran tried to shake off his hand.

Feeling a bit guilty.

Her mind was filled with Han Ningmou’s warnings.

For this birthday party, as her class teacher, Han Ningmou was naturally invited by Uncle Chi...

It should be known, the photo of her kissing Chi Cheng was still in Han Ningmou’s hands.

Throughout the night, An Ran was a bit absent-minded.

She was indeed avoiding Chi Cheng.

Not just physically.

Even her gaze was subconsciously avoiding his.

Throughout the day, she hadn’t let herself be alone, always calling people to be with her wherever she went, never giving Chi Cheng a chance to speak with her alone.

Until now.

"Not?" Chi Cheng gently tugged at the corner of his mouth, pinched her chin to force her to look into his eyes.

His tone was opposite to his refined and elegant appearance, a slight forcefulness to it, "I want you to look at me and say you’re not."

He wore a black suit, spotless and neat.

Lowering his head, a few strands of hair fell across his forehead, slightly pressed against his brows, one hand against the wall behind her, trapping her within his arms, the other hand pinched her chin.

His entire body pressed against An Ran’s.

An incredibly ambiguous posture.

An Ran had no choice but was forced to look into his eyes.

Chi Cheng’s mouth always held a pleasant curve, no matter the situation.

In her memory, she had never seen him angry.

This terrifying man, even his anger was expressed with a smile.

Composed, genteel.

...Is he angry now?

Probably, though smiling, it felt cold.

The smile didn’t reach his eyes.

An Ran softly spoke, "I didn’t avoid you, brother, you’re overthinking."

Chi Cheng moved even closer to her, "Say it again."

At such close distance, An Ran was terrified.

This was a public setting, anyone could walk by at any moment, right?

This was her birthday party, and everyone here knew this man was her brother.

Chi Cheng, however, went further, tilted his face to kiss her delicate earlobe, "Since two days ago, you’ve been avoiding me, why?"

Her ears became very sensitive, very itchy.

An Ran lightly bit her lower lip, her small hand against his chest, passively enduring.

The sleek texture of his suit came through her palm.

Chi Cheng’s elegant voice, along with the warm breath, softly lingered by her ear, "Does Ranran no longer like brother? Hmm?"

"I don’t...really don’t..." An Ran was almost in tears, "Let go of me first, okay?"

"You don’t dislike?"

"Hmm."

He smiled again, "Then you do like?"