The Fake Heiress’ Seven Brothers Pampers Her Chapter 162: Do You Like Me?

Chapter 162: Do You Like Me?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
For the first time, He Jing chose to be unreasonable. “Yes, I am!” she cried defiantly.
Yan Hanxi’s smile widened. His eyes sparkled like stars in the darkness. His gaze fell on her with the tender sweetness of honey. Completely unhurried, he said, “Do you believe I won’t kiss you right here if you keep this up?”
He Jing choked on her words, glaring at Yan Hanxi fiercely. She wanted nothing more than to beat his head up. To think a kid still wet behind the ears had the nerve to flirt with her!
Yan Hanxi quirked a brow, answering seriously, “How about you give it a shot? You must find this situation very exciting.”
He Jing had to give in to him. She might be shameless, but she was still no match for Yan Hanxi. If He Sui exited the room and realized they had not followed, he would return looking for them. If He Sui bumped into them like this, it would probably start a bloody storm.
That aside, He Jing would never allow someone else’s husband-to-be to kiss her; it was unacceptable!
“Has anyone ever told you how greasy you sound?” He Jing’s heart was a calm lake with no ripples. “Only clean and sunny boys are likable,” she murmured, each word coming in short staccato.
Yan Hanxi was startled. He was quick to learn and asked with great interest, “Oh? In your heart, what kind of boy is clean and sunny?”
He Jing smiled imperceptibly. “A boy like that is shy when he meets girls; he doesn’t make the first move. If I were to take the initiative to talk to him, he would blush. If I teased him, he’d run away flustered.”
In other words, a boy like that would retreat three feet away whenever he saw her… No, three feet, 300 feet away!
Yan Hanxi fell silent. He now understood. “So that’s the type of man you like. I see.”
“That’s right.”
“Alright then.”
Yan Hanxi took a step back to put some distance between them.
He Jing wrung her wrist and thought to herself, ‘You’re still too young to match up to me.’
With that, she was about to go on her way, leaving Yan Hanxi behind.
Unexpectedly, Yan Hanxi grabbed her wrist again, pulling her back. He pressed her against the wall and smiled a smile full of rough edges, his eyes flaming with reckless ambition. “Thank you for providing me with information about my rival in love. I guarantee you’ll never have the chance to meet such a boy again! How can a boy who can’t even confess his love, acting like a timid mouse, be worthy of you? Are you sure you could love someone like that?!”
He Jing was speechless.
They were so close that He Jing could feel Yan Hanxi’s silken breath brushing against her ear. “You should love me instead. I’m passionate, constant, everything you’d ever need.”
He Jing’s heart thrummed in her ears like the beating of a drum.
Before she could digest anything Yan Hanxi had said to her, a cold voice sounded close by.
“What’s going on here?”
He Jing nearly jumped out of her skin, giving herself whiplash as she turned toward the voice. A tall, looming shadow stood a short distance away, emanating an arctic chill.
“Third Brother!” Yan Hanxi straightened his posture and answered.
He did not seem embarrassed at all.
It was as if he were discussing the weather with He Jing.
He Jing was glad that He Zhou had come at the right time. Otherwise, she would have been teased endlessly by Yan Hanxi, that shameless flirt.
He Sui and the others also returned. “He Jing!” they cried.
He Jing made a prompt decision and said, “Fourth Brother, I’m here. It’s dark here, let’s talk outside.”
He Sui naturally did not object and went with her suggestion. Out of the dark room, He Jing finally saw the light again.
They soon arrived outside Secret Room 5. No one spoke as they eyed one another – not even He Zhou, who brought up the rear.
He Ning frowned and asked, “Third Brother, why are you back? Where’s Xiao