She held him so tightly that Jing Yiran almost stopped breathing.

  But he was no longer as distressed as a minute ago when he was with Jing Yichen. Instead, he smiled charmingly, “Did you miss me so badly after not seeing me for just a couple of hours? It seems that I am still very attractive to both young and mature women.”


  What he meant was that he was attractive to both versions of Lu.

  Lu did not object. Nor did she release the hands. She just kept him in her arms all the time.

  A long while later, Lu said with a soft voice, “Thanks.”


  Jing Yiran turned around and took Lu in his arms.

  Her small figure was a huge contrast against his tall and strong physique. He picked her up, making her feet dangle in the air and covered her in his arms, completely.

  With one hand over her waist and the other over her plump butt, Jing Yiran looked teasingly at her. “A verbal gratitude is not enough. I want something practical, such as a French kiss or something.”


  Previously, Lu did not have much feeling towards a person’s looks, because in her eyes, everyone looked the same. It did not matter if a man was beautiful or ugly, because everyone had one nose, two eyes and she did not care if a person had double eyelids or single, tall or low nose bridge. To be more exact, Lu couldn’t tell the difference between different looks.

  However, when she saw Jing Yiran’s face, she saw the beauty of a man.

  His forehead was smooth, his eyelashes were long and eyes narrow. His nose bridge was sharp and his lips were moist and well shaped.

  He did not take after Jing Zhongxiu but Zhang Rong, and Zhang Rong had been an extremely beautiful woman. Many men had courted her when she was younger, yet she only had eyes for Jing Zhongxiu, who had a strong family background, appearance and ability.

  Jing Yiran’s beauty was enchanting, yet no one would mistake him as a woman.

  He had not been accurate when he talked about being attractive to young and mature women. He was attractive to both men and women!

  Lu looked at him for a while and then extended her hands to feel Jing Yiran’s exquisite eyelashes.

  She said softly, “You are pretty!”


  Jing Yiran’s face sunk when he heard the words.

  He was flirting! But Lu was not taken in.

  She even said that he was pretty!

  Was “pretty” a word used to describe men?!

  Lu was indeed his worst enemy.

  He had wanted to take advantage of her but he could not even kiss her when he saw the serious expression on her face.

  Jing Yiran knew that Lu was slow when it came to a man-woman relationship. Actually, she was slow in all kinds of relationships where emotions were involved.

  That may have something to do with the terrible experience she went through, or maybe that was because of the virus inside her body that made her slower to react in emotional relationships.

  No matter what the situation was, it didn’t matter to Jing Yiran.

  How many people could a person run into, who would follow him no matter what happened?

  Most people had many concerns. Women, for example, always got worried that men would change their minds.

  Of course, he was also a fickle man. He had irritated many, many women in A City and he had turned poor overnight.

  Only a simple-minded woman like Lu would run away with him without knowing how he felt.

  Jing Yiran suddenly felt his heart softening. He did not care whether he was called pretty any more. He lowered her back to the ground, patted her hair and squatted down in front of her.

  “Climb on, let me carry you.”


  Lu was startled. She was no longer capable of figuring out what Jing Yiran was up to, because none of what he was doing was within her knowledge of him.

  Also, no one had ever carried her or even offered to.

  She had been the one who carried people around, because she was strong. She never expected that she needed anyone to carry her.

  She had been affected by the virus since birth, and was possibly one of the strongest people in the world. Even boxers who were many times stronger than her would not be a match against her.

  The God of Killer, the number one killer in the world, was a Mexcian man. He topped the list, because not only was he capable, but because he was very interested in killing. He had killed ten times more people than Lu and barely made mistakes. Therefore, he was considered more dangerous than Lu.

  She was used to being strong and did not know how to behave like a coy woman. She didn’t know how to lean against a man.

  When Jing Yiran did not find any weight falling upon him after a bit, he turned around and saw Lu staring at him with a confused look, looking lost and lovely. Jing Yiran was moved even more.

  He stood up and hugged Lu. “No one ever carried you before?”


  Lu had no idea what he meant. But she shook her head subconsciously.

  Jing Yiran laughed suddenly. “Alright then, I have never carried anyone before, either. So, we are even.”


  “Do you like me hugging you?”


  “Ah?!”


  Lu’s eyes widened. What was this? Why was he asking such difficult questions?

  Jing Yiran stretched out his long fingers and pinched Lu’s exquisite chin as he whispered in her ear. “Answer me, do you?”


  Jing Yiran’s fingers felt much warmer than usual because of his constant fever, making Lu’s heart throb.

  She wondered if she liked him hugging her?

  Because she did not find it annoying.

  She nodded and hesitatingly said, “Very cozy.”


  A bright smile hovered over Jing Yiran’s lips.

  He might be reckless and cruel and might never have taken any women seriously. Yet he did have an amazing appearance and was almost as handsome as his brother, except that they had different styles.

  “If you say so. Then let’s…… be in a relationship, okay, baby?”