Chapter 7: What Is There To Still Be Embarrassed About?

She didn't know how she annoyed him and fear flashed through her eyes. However, other than latching onto him, she had no other option.

Qiao Sinian narrowed his eyes for a moment before he dragged her and threw her out of the pool with one hand.

Immediately after, Qiao Sinian pulled himself onto the side of the swimming pool.

"Useless thing."

Qiao Sinian looked at her in disdain as he reached out for a dry towel.

She was wet head to toe and felt extremely ill.

At this current point of time, the entire swimming pool had been booked out by Qiao Sinian.

With no other people around, he started to unbutton his shirt.

For such a large indoor swimming pool to be this quiet in the middle summer was unheard of. There was not a sound to be heard.

"Master Qiao, please take off your clothes later. Let me leave first." Ye Jiaqi said in an uncomfortable tone.

She looked up at Master Qiao, and because he was soaked as well, she could faintly see his chest muscles.

Ye Jiaqi's heart rate increased and she had a strange feeling in her chest.

Thump, thump, her heart kept rapidly beating.

"Did I let you leave?" he asked.

Master Qiao unbuttoned the third button, and then the fourth…

The black shirt that was soaked added additional elements of wildness to the man.

"Hehehe, so Master Qiao has the habit of making people watch him undress?" Ye Jiaqi asked sarcastically.

His hands paused for a moment before throwing her a look of indifference and sneered.

"What is there to be still embarrassed about?"

Ye Jiaqi's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. She hadn't expected him to remember what happened three years ago.

He was Master Qiao. The number of women he has was probably more than the number of bridges that she crossed in her life. How did he still remember?

"I don't know what Master Qiao is saying."

Ye Jiaqi bowed her head in an attempt to deny what had happened.

She bent down and picked up her backpack from the ground.

She didn't want to discuss this subject with him. There were too many unpleasant memories associated with it.

It was like having a wound ripped apart again, leading to feelings of endless pain.

Qiao Sinian reached out and grabbed her wrist, dragging her right in front of him.

"You don't remember?"

He bit down a little on his lips as he grabbed onto her hand.

Ye Jiaqi desperately attempted to pull back. Her face was filled with resistance as she tried to avoid him.

"Qi Qi, the way you looked back in those days was very touching."

The corner of his lips upturned to reveal an evil curve.

Hearing him call her nickname, Ye Jiaqi shuddered.

Other than him, no one else mentioned her nickname.

"Master Qiao… At any rate, you're a well-respected man. Don't touch me!"

Ye Jiaqi desperately tried to get away from him and refused to touch him.

She was insane to have loved him so much back in those days. Insane to the fact that even though she knew he loved someone else, she still confessed to him.

And not only confessed, but she also slept with him.

And not only slept… She even almost had a child with him.

As she thought back to her child who died before he even had a chance to live, Ye Jiaqi felt sick and her throat choked up with anxiety.

The bitterness spread to her heart and infiltrated into her limbs.

Grievance, pain, and sorrow.

Even though he held her hand in his palm, it gradually became colder and colder.

To be totally honest, she should probably be glad that he had left her to live.

Her hair was still wet and dripped water constantly. The droplets that fell beside her feet were like flowers that were blooming quietly.

For a while, the temperature dropped continuously.

And then, he released her hand.

Qiao Sinian threw her the dry towel and turned away. His facial expression was stormy.

Ye Jiaqi clutched at the towel as she felt incredibly sick. As she looked up, her eyes were red.

"Achoo!"

After sneezing, she realized how cold she was.

She dried quickly her hair and her body with the towel, but she still couldn't help but shiver for a while.

How cold.