CHAPTER 398: CHAPTER 240 CAN’T YOU TRY AGAIN?_2

Meng Wanning looked at him in surprise, "Wasn’t that just an hour ago?"

"I have never seen such a brave little girl like you," Chen Cheng continued:

"For an idea that you yourself can’t clearly explain, for a person you barely know, you actually got off the bus and ran back."

"I saw you in the light, panting, with that unwavering look in your eyes, I admit, at that moment, I really was moved."

Meng Wanning’s face got redder as Chen Cheng spoke, and she didn’t know what had gotten into her an hour ago to do something so crazy.

"You were so brave, shouldn’t I be brave once too?" Chen Cheng asked with a smile.

Meng Wanning looked into Chen Cheng’s deep eyes, her heart raced again, she lowered her head and said softly:

"I... I don’t know what came over me at that time, I just felt... I just felt that if I didn’t get off, I would never see you again."

After she finished, she lifted her head abruptly, as if defending herself,

"I... I’m not saying I wouldn’t see you ever again, I mean... well, it’s just that kind of feeling, do you understand?"

Chen Cheng looked at her flustered expression, his heart filled with tenderness, and he gently rubbed Meng Wanning’s head, "I know, I understand."

Meng Wanning tensed up entirely.

The heat on her face steamed up to her ears, tinting even her earlobes.

Chen Cheng also felt her body tense up, "Uncomfortable?"

"NO...no," Meng Wanning said nervously: "It’s just... I’ve never... been treated like this before."

"Sorry, I..."

Meng Wanning shook her head, "I don’t dislike it, just... not used to it..."

Her voice grew fainter, while the smile on Chen Cheng’s lips deepened, this young girl, was truly adorable.

He withdrew his hand, slipped it back into his pocket, and deliberately said: "Well then, since you dislike it, I won’t do it anymore."

Having said that, he turned and continued walking forward,

leaving Meng Wanning standing there, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

How could he... just give up like that?

Shouldn’t he... try a bit more?

Watching Chen Cheng’s figure getting farther away, a sudden inexplicable sense of loss surged in Meng Wanning’s heart.

It was as if...

her beloved toy had been taken away by someone.

No!

It can’t end like this!

Meng Wanning took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and quickly caught up with Chen Cheng, grabbing the corner of his clothes.

Chen Cheng had noticed her approaching from the moment she started, but he pretended not to see until he felt his clothes gently tugged, then he stopped, turned back and looked at her.

"What is it?" he knowingly asked.

Meng Wanning lifted her head, her eyes flickering, her tone a mix of pout and probe: "Can’t you... try... one more time?"

"Perhaps, you could..."

Before she could finish, Chen Cheng seized the little hand tugging at his clothing corner.

Meng Wanning shivered, her cold hand was completely enveloped and warmly held.

She attempted to pull her hand back, but Chen Cheng held it firmly, she couldn’t move.

"You..."

Her heart beat furiously.

"What are you trying to do?"

Chen Cheng said nothing, just led her to a bench by the road, sat down, then gently placed her hand in his palm, carefully caressing it.

Meng Wanning’s fingers were slender and soft, her fingertips slightly cool, a delicate touch.

"Why are your hands so cold?" Chen Cheng asked.

"I..."

Meng Wanning had just opened her mouth to explain, but was interrupted by Chen Cheng’s sudden move.

He gently lifted her hand, brought it to his lips, and lightly breathed on her fingers.

The warm breath sprayed on her fingertips, tingling like electricity, sparked a shudder.

Meng Wanning pulled her hand back like she had been electrocuted, her cheeks burning, her eyes darting around in panic, but she dared not meet Chen Cheng’s eyes.

"What are you... doing..."

Her voice trembled as she spoke, as if accusing him of being "frivolous," yet it also seemed like she was anticipating something.

Without another word, Chen Cheng stood up, took off his coat.

Meng Wanning was so nervous that she bit her lower lip tightly and clutched the corners of her clothes.

The next moment, when the jacket still warm from body heat was draped over her shoulders, she was completely stunned.

A wave of warmth spread quickly from her shoulders to her entire body, dispelling the chill of the night.

She looked up, staring blankly at Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng looked at her dazed cute appearance and couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "Your hands are cold, didn’t you know to wear an extra jacket?"

"I forgot. No, I ran back to find you..."

Chen Cheng tightened the jacket on her shoulders, "Don’t catch a cold."

Meng Wanning hesitated.

No one had ever cared for her so deeply since she was a child.

She looked down, feeling the over-sized jacket on her body, the faint smell of alcohol mixed with a hint of Chen Cheng’s scent again giving Meng Wanning a sense of security.

"Aren’t you cold?" she turned her head and asked.

Chen Cheng smiled, "The moment you came back, I was burning up."

Meng Wanning was stunned for a second, then looking at the smile on his lips, she lowered her head again.

This guy...

How can he be so charming!

"Do you do this often to them too?"

"You are the first."

Meng Wanning couldn’t believe it, "Not even the senior sister?"

Chen Cheng shook his head, he repeated, "I told you, I never deceive anyone’s feelings."

Chen Cheng stretched lazily, "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"We didn’t finish our conversation last time at the café, shall we continue now?" Chen Cheng asked with a smile.

Meng Wanning pursed her lips, "I have no past; you are the first."

"That’s not what I’m asking."

"Then what do you want to know?"

Chen Cheng looked into her clear eyes, "I’m asking if you will accept me?"

"I... I don’t know..." Meng Wanning buried her head low, fidgeting with Chen Cheng’s jacket, her mind in turmoil.

Indeed, accepting Chen Cheng meant accepting the women around him.

Meng Wanning wasn’t like Xia Yubing, nor was she like Liu Zhiya, and even less like Wen Shulin or Su Liya.

She is just herself, someone who lives within the realm of drama.

She could sing the sorrows and joys of characters on stage, but back to reality, her own relationship problem with Chen Cheng was an obstacle she couldn’t bypass.

"Haven’t figured it out yet?" Chen Cheng asked gently.

"I have decided!" Meng Wanning lifted her head, "I just don’t know how to say it."

"Nobody here knows us, you can say it however you want."

Meng Wanning took a deep breath, then spoke, "Brother Cheng, I just don’t know how to express my feelings."

She looked at the reflections of the lights on the Nanming River, so beautiful yet so ethereal, much like her mood at the moment.

"I look forward to having a relationship, just like the heroine in a drama, hoping to find a perfect man."

Her eyes stealthily glanced at Chen Cheng’s profile, "I never thought I’d actually meet one, but having met him, I found that I’m not the only one by his side."

"I’m conflicted and scared. Just like the moon in the water, it’s so close, right in front of my eyes, but I can’t seem to grasp it."

Chen Cheng understood Meng Wanning’s concerns and worries, she was perfect and flawless.

She should be sparkling wherever she is.

"But haven’t you already been brave once?" Chen Cheng countered.

Meng Wanning nodded in agreement.

"Then it’s my turn to be brave this time, how about that?"

"You’re brave... again?"

Meng Wanning looked at Chen Cheng’s outstretched hand, her heart racing again.

Her gaze wandered back and forth between Chen Cheng’s face and his hand, filled with conflict and nervousness.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, the night wind in Qianzhou was cold, but it couldn’t cool down the fervor in Meng Wanning’s heart.

Chen Cheng sincerely said, "Wan Wan, let me bravely walk this path with you, okay?"