Neko Shibuya's Work President He is a Pervert President He is a Pervert Volume 1 Chapter 77 Not Dirty

  "I won't." She promised.

  He fell silent for a moment before slowly releasing their interlocked fingers, her hand suddenly gaining freedom, gradually withdrawing from his finger gaps.

  The sweat in her palm, she no longer knew if it was hers or his. Trembling, she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a tissue to wipe away the sweat from her palm.

  He half-lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on her wiping hands. "Am I dirty?"

  She looked up at him with a puzzled expression, "Why did you say that?"

  "If not, then why are you wiping your hands?" he asked back.

  His gaze, heavily gazing at her, made her heart tremble slightly. "I... wiped my hand just because it was sweaty, not because..." Rarely, she stuttered to explain in front of him. She didn't have to explain, but the expression on his face, as if he had been hurt, made her want to clarify for some reason.

  "Is that so?" he muttered, raising his hand to grasp the back of her head, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "Then prove it to me."

  "What proof?" How could he prove it? She was puzzled, and his breath sprayed on her ear, disturbing her thoughts.

  "Right, prove it." He said affirmatively, "I want to know if what you're saying is true or not."

  His lips slowly moved away from her ear, his gaze directly on hers. Two faces, extremely close, so close that even in such a dim environment, she could see every subtle expression on his face clearly.

  Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind, he...he wouldn't want her to touch him there again, would he? "Do you want me..." she muttered.

  "Unwilling?" His eyes were clearly telling her his thoughts.

  This is too crazy! Just thinking about it makes her feel a rush of blood to the head, how could she possibly do something like that.

  But his eyes were still on her, shining brightly, yet as calm as a dead lake without any ripples. "Qiqi, it hurts..." His thin lips opened and closed, saying only these four words.

  It hurts... how much more can it hurt?

  His voice was clear and cold, like a water droplet, seeping into her eardrum, while his gaze was empty, yet carried a hint of enticement.

  For some reason, her heart was stirred by his gasping breaths. What kind of feeling is this? It's a mix of heartache, sympathy, and yet there are even more emotions that she herself can't quite put into words.

  I want to fill up that emptiness of his, I want his eyes, when can they be like normal people's, carrying ordinary joys and sorrows.

  Then, as if by divine intervention, her hand slowly reached out and touched his fiery passion.

  It was so hot it almost seemed like it would scald her hand.

  But he was so quiet, just staring at her, the only difference from before being that his empty eyes were tinged with a certain kind of joy.

  Time seemed to have stood still, and she didn't know how long it had passed before she heard him whispering, "So I'm not dirty, am I?"

  "Uh-huh, it's clean." She heard herself respond to him.

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  Xia Qi returned to the dormitory with her face still burning. From the end of the movie to leaving the cinema, she had been in a daze, her mind almost a complete blank.