Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 742 - 750: Scorching Heat (2)
The car slowly started moving forward.
There were several coffee shops along this street outside the villa area.
But Chi Cheng drove straight past them, without any intention of stopping.
An Ran finally couldn’t help but ask, "Where are we going?"
"My private apartment."
An Ran widened her eyes, "What, what are you going to do?"
"Tutoring." Chi Cheng glanced at her, "Or what did you think, hmm?"
Chi Cheng’s private apartment.
Wasn’t it the apartment where she and Xiyan were taken after drinking too much and then waking up? That was so long ago.
Now that she thinks about it, it feels like she hasn’t been there in ages.
"But why are you taking me there?"
"Peace and quiet."
"Coffee shops are peaceful too."
"Not the kind of peace I want."
Ah, ah, ah, An Ran wondered if she was being wicked-minded.
She couldn’t help but think that way...
Her brother’s private apartment, it would just be the two of them later.
She held her little face in her hands.
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Inside the apartment.
Following behind Chi Cheng into the apartment, once he closed the door, trapping the two of them inside, An Ran felt like her heart was about to leap out of her throat...
Just so nervous.
Chi Cheng seemed quite calm, took off his jacket, and walked to the desk, glancing sideways at An Ran, "Are you waiting for me to carry you over?"
... No way!
An Ran quickly hugged her backpack and walked over briskly.
The textbook was laid out flat, and Chi Cheng first marked several English questions for An Ran to do from her workbook.
Then he went to the bookshelf, picked a book, and sat on the sofa beside her, flipping through it.
The room instantly quieted down, leaving only the sound of pages being turned.
He lowered his eyes, with his long lashes casting a nice shadow, reading extremely intently.
An Ran was working on the questions, but just a glance made her freeze in place.
Her brother was really, so good-looking...
She remembered he seemed to love reading a lot; in this restless society, it made him appear so calm and composed.
Chi Cheng sat cross-legged, back straight, turned another page, and without moving his gaze, said, "Are there any words on my face?"
"Ahem..." An Ran quickly looked away, "I was just thinking about which grammar to use."
Chi Cheng closed the book, got up, and walked over, leaning down behind her to look at her work.
"I haven’t finished yet." An Ran reached out trying to block his view, but Chi Cheng grabbed her wrist and moved it aside.
He glanced over An Ran’s work, "You didn’t get one word right. Have you really been studying?"
"I have..." An Ran blinked innocently, counting on her fingers, "But what can I do if I just can’t remember..."
She didn’t have Xiyan’s photographic memory.
English was simply her Achilles’ heel; she had to rely on rote memorization, and she’d always forget.
"Can’t remember, huh?" Chi Cheng, still holding her from behind, pinched her chin, turning her head to meet his eyes, with a voice as melodious as a lullaby, "Starting now, I’ll give you fifteen minutes to memorize these misspelled words. Later, I’ll quiz you."
