Did Not Say Anything About My Feelings

Ling Pan leaned against Wang Jiulong's arms and got off the stage in a daze like this. People who didn't know thought it was an intimate gesture deliberately designed by them.

Backstage, Ling Pan struggled lightly to leave his embrace.Wang Jiulong looked down at her, but she didn't look up, but silently took the coat that John handed over and put it on, then followed John to the dressing room.

Wang Jiulong stared at her back, the corners of his lips curled up, the palm of the hand he held just now still had her scorching residual warmth.

Silently followed.

After changing their clothes, Ling Pan and John were ready to leave.Standing up, Ling Pan bumped into Wang Jiulong head-on.

The two looked at each other, speechless for a while.

Ling Pan nodded: "Goodbye."

Wang Jiulong frowned slightly, but he didn't stop her...

After leaving the door, John asked Ling Pan: "Hey, he obviously wanted to tell you something just now, why did you leave?"

Ling Pan chuckled: "It doesn't matter what you say."

"Really want to let go?"

Ling Pan was silent for a moment, and then said: "I have this idea."

John secretly sighed, he has watched this young couple come to this point, are they really going to be strangers now?Thinking about it, I still feel sorry for them, after all, the two people used to love each other so much...

"Why don't you think about it again?"

Ling Pan lowered his eyes and said, "Don't shake me anymore. Once you shake me... I'm sure I won't be able to bear it. So don't say any more!"

Ling Pan is sure that no matter who it is, even a passer-by, as long as she is persuaded a little, she will change her mind...

John shrugged: "That's up to you!"

Before the two reached the gate, they saw a group of black and white reporters waiting anxiously with "long guns and short cannons".

John was surprised: "Aren't the reporters at the show? Why are there so many at the door?!"

They specifically avoided the reporters and left early, but who knew they were blocked at the door.

Ling Pan rubbed his temples with a headache: "What should we do now?"

John shook his head: "Now we can only go back first..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the group of reporters running towards them.

The two didn't run quickly and were successfully surrounded...

"Ling Pan, can you tell me about the performance of today's show?"

"Ling Pan, why didn't Wang Jiulong come down with you?"

"Did you really break up?"

"It's really like the news said, did you cheat?"

"Will it be embarrassing for you to walk the show together?"

A series of questions were thrown at her one after another like cannonballs. Ling Pan couldn't react, and she was still in the high fever stage, so she couldn't think because of the headache.

John couldn't handle so many reporters who looked like they were drugged by himself, and the security personnel next to him rushed over to help maintain it.

The scene was chaotic for a while.

At this time, Fan Xinhai and Wang Jiulong rushed down.

Seeing this situation, Wang Jiulong rushed into the crowd immediately.

When the reporters saw Wang Jiulong appearing suddenly, they became even more excited.

Ling Pan was embraced by Wang Jiulong, she raised her head in surprise and asked, "Why did you get down?!"

"You walk so fast, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with you." Wang Jiulong smiled at her.

Ling Pan lowered his head, ignored the familiar throbbing in his heart, and hid silently in his embrace.

Wang Jiulong said to the reporters: "Everyone! Everyone! You can stand in front, and we will answer your questions here one by one, okay?"

The security guard stopped the reporter at the door, and a group of people lined up. The one in front squatted on the ground and stretched out his arms, trying to pass the microphone to him.

John and Fan Xinhai heaved a sigh of relief, and stood aside watching them.

A reporter was the first to ask: "May I ask if you two really broke up? Or are you back together?"

Wang Jiulong kept smiling and listened carefully to the reporter's question. After the reporter finished asking, he nodded towards the reporter: "Actually, this question...I'll tell you later!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Ling Pan's hand abruptly, then turned around and ran into the company.

Ling Pan didn't react for a while, and was dragged away passively by him.

The reporters behind were restless, calling their names.

Ling Pan asked him as he ran, "Where are you taking me?"

"Get out of the underground garage!"

His long legs were obviously much faster than hers, and she felt like she was going to fly.

Ling Pan stared at the back of his head that was sweating slightly, his broad shoulders, and his big knuckle hands.

Everything about him still made her feel safe.

Ling Pan bit her lip slightly, subconsciously clenched his hand...

The two ran to the underground garage before stopping.

Ling Pan bent over to support her knees, panting heavily, wiped the sweat from her brow, and staggered a little when she straightened up.

Wang Jiulong quickly supported her and asked, "Are you all right?"

Ling Pan glanced at his hand holding her waist, but didn't break free, she shook her head: "It's okay."

"My car is over there, we have to leave quickly."

Ling Pan silently followed him to the front of the car.

Wang Jiulong opened the car door and was about to get in. Seeing her not moving, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Ling Pan pretended to be casual and asked, "...where are you going?"

Wang Jiulong stared at her, chuckled lightly, and said softly, "Go home."

Ling Pan was stunned, seeing his eyes moved a little, she immediately lowered her eyes, and then sat in.

Wang Jiulong saw it, and he smiled silently.

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When I got home, it was past twelve o'clock.

Wang Jiulong glanced at Ling Pan who was asleep next to him, and he patted her lightly.

"Pan'er? Pan'er?"

Ling Pan grunted a few times, and then there was no response.

Wang Jiulong got out of the car, opened the passenger door, unbuckled her seat belt, and carefully carried her out.

Ling Pan took advantage of the situation and climbed onto his shoulders.

Ok?

Wang Jiulong paused, looked down at her, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

After locking the car, he walked towards the elevator.

The elevator was unusually quiet, only the slight breathing of the two could be heard.

Ling Pan in his arms suddenly opened his eyes once, twice, three times...

Finally met his eyes...

Ling Pan quickly closed his eyes.

Wang Jiulong laughed helplessly, and said in a low and joking voice: "There are still six floors, you can pretend for a while."

Ling Pan bit her lip annoyedly, her stubborn temper came up, she hugged his shoulders vigorously, and thrashed in his arms a few times.

Wang Jiulong almost didn't hug him, he said: "If you fall, you will fall!"

Ling Pan tightly closed his eyes and did not let go.

At the door of the house, Wang Jiulong looked at her: "Come down, I'm going to open the door."

"..."

Ling Pan refused to open his eyes, and Wang Jiulong had no choice but to take out the key and open the door in an awkward posture.

He carried Ling Pan upstairs and put him on the big bed in the bedroom.He took off the high heels for her, and then covered the quilt carefully.

He straightened up, crossed his arms and looked at her: "Aren't you going to open your eyes?"

"..."

Sighing, Wang Jiulong bent down to straighten her high heels.

Just as he was about to turn around and go out, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

When Wang Jiulong turned his head, Ling Pan blinked his clear eyes and looked at him.

"The special show and the performances of the five teams are all done by Ling Yun. I don't want you to embarrass me, and I'm also very scared. I'm tired, it's true. I don't like you, it's a lie."

The air seemed to freeze, and Wang Jiulong stared at her quietly.

After a long time, the slightly frowned brow slowly relaxed, and he nodded: "I know."

She didn't expect Wang Jiulong's reaction to be so calm.

Ling Pan bit her lip: "Then...are you not angry?"

Wang Jiulong was silent.

Ling Pan's heart tightened, he lowered his head in disappointment, and slowly let go of the hand that held his wrist...

However, in the next second, Wang Jiulong grabbed her wrist with his backhand, and his huge body pressed down on her.

Ling Pan fell on the bed, exclaimed slightly, raised his eyes in surprise, and bumped into his deep eyes.

The long and curly eyelashes brushed his lips lightly, which felt a little numb.

"you……"

Wang Jiulong whispered in her ear: "If you said that earlier, wouldn't I have to endure it for so long?"

Ling Pan's nose was sour, and he stretched out his hand to push him: "So you already knew! Then you still... still treat me like that?"

"I'm angry, but you didn't tell me."

"..."

He lowered his head, clasped the back of her head with one hand, pressed her soft lips with his lips, and embraced her in his arms.

It was clearly a pure kiss that was lost and found again, and in the end it developed like a surging tide. The turbulent waves came, and the hot and heavy breaths were intertwined in an instant.

His strength was very gentle, grinding her soft skin lightly and heavily.She insisted on picking, and couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

A soft voice overflowed from Ling Pan's throat, gently, like a feather passing across Wang Jiulong's heart lake, causing ripples.

She was robbed of all her breath by Wang Jiulong, and she wrapped her arms around Wang Jiulong's neck, trying to borrow some strength from him.

Panting heavily, Wang Jiulong hugged her tightly and sank into the soft big bed, bit her earlobe lightly, and said, "Do you know, I endured it for a year!"

Ling Pan clings to his neck, staring at him with blurred eyes: "Then just bear with it."

"Ok?"

"I'm here for my aunt."

"What f***k?!"