Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 723: [Yan Jian Extra] 19. What You Don’t Want, I Just Happen to Want_2

"Go to hell!" Although Yan Jian hadn’t found her balance, she could still raise her hand to hit him.

He snorted, directly grabbing her hair, preventing her from moving as he leisurely kissed her.

She was in his arms, tightly held, completely captured.

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When the kiss ended, both were panting heavily.

Their faces were equally red, their eyes equally bright.

The strands of hair by their temples were faintly sweaty.

Yan Jian preferred to think it was caused by the earlier scramble for the design draft, rather than... the blushing and heartbeat caused by that kiss.

He stared at her, the corners of his lips slightly curled up.

"You’re really stupid, thinking that by disregarding your manners and climbing onto the table, I couldn’t escape? Let me tell you, whenever I am in any environment, I first understand the surroundings and sketch in my mind all possible directions and points of attack, and accordingly set the best ways and routes for escape."

Yan Jian was taken aback. She remembered that when he first walked into the studio, he did indeed first survey the studio’s environment from top to bottom and left to right. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

He smiled slightly: "When I was standing in front of your desk, I thought about the possibility that if I did something intimate to you, you might retaliate against me. And when you’re with me, your biggest disadvantage is your height, so you would definitely try to reverse that disadvantage. Hence, the tables and chairs became the optimal choice..."

Yan Jian closed her eyes, her heart sinking down.

Damn it, he already thought about this long before anything even started. The only thing left was waiting for her to walk into it herself. Such a man is really as terrifying as a devil!

She pushed him hard, trying to escape from his embrace.

He had said such a long speech, yet he was still holding her!

But inexplicably, during the struggle, she couldn’t help but think of the words he just said.

What kind of vigilance is that? Like a small animal... constantly chased, constantly facing the brink of despair.

Thus, she had to develop such a near-instinctual vigilance, constantly erecting spikes against everything around her for self-preservation.

Yan Jian couldn’t help but frown: He’s a child of the Ford family, a young master of a noble family, how could this be?

Regarding the Ford family’s disputes, Yan Jian didn’t understand Jamie’s background as clearly as Tang Yanqing and Shi Nian did. She only knew that there had been disputes within the Ford family, knew about the tension between Jamie and Huangfu Huazhang, and vaguely guessed that Jamie had been "exiled" to Europe as a loser in this situation... but she couldn’t clearly know the details of the harm Jamie had suffered in the past from Old Buddha.

After all, she was the youngest sister of the Tang family, and everyone in the Tang family was accustomed to treating her as a child, so all those ugly things were naturally filtered and avoided in front of her by everyone.

So while Yan Jian felt Jamie’s mindset, she couldn’t understand at this time the hesitation and helplessness hidden behind his strong facade...

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Releasing her, he squinted his blue eyes as if having some difficulty adapting, stared at her for a long time, and then slowly said, "This design draft, the reason for its half-completion and being left to finish last, is it just because I’ve seen it?"

He still noticed...

Damn, he still noticed!

This realization quickly pulled Yan Jian out of her previous speculations about his vigilance, and instead, she erected her entire defense facing him: "What are you talking about? I don’t understand what you’re saying!"

Defiantly raising her eyes, she pretended not to care and looked towards the design draft.

On the design draft, there was a black-haired girl wearing a black wool dress and a pair of bright red duck hunting boots.

Objectively, the design draft’s completion level was very high, but she herself was still not satisfied.

Although this combination was stable in terms of color and style, it lacked innovation and agility, making her feel that something was always missing.

And this design... it used to be her favorite.

She had worn it herself.

On that drizzly day, she walked alone under an umbrella through a small street, heading towards the Middle Ages.

Her thoughts at the time seemed soaked by the rain, wet and heavy. But luckily, the distance was only a street away, she could soon pass through the dark rain threads to the other side, yet... halfway, a person almost rudely knocked her umbrella to the ground!

On that day, the rain threads fell down damp and cold on her head, stripping her last barrier, leaving her almost in despair standing in that gloomy world. Then she looked up and saw this blue-eyed man, handsome and charming, yet as cold as a ghost!