198: Chapter 199 The Ideal of Rapid Progress Fails

She was completely choked up by this righteous, irrefutable truth!

She opened her mouth, but couldn't find any words to retort!

That's right!

If he weren't a big pervert, how could he be surrounded by beauties?

And how would he have taken a fancy to her?

This realization made Nazha feel even worse, with sour jealousy bubbling up in her heart.

She could almost foresee that if Leng Ba, Sister Mi, and Sister Ya found out that because of her momentary softness, another powerful and distinct competitor might be added to the team...

Would they just buy a plane ticket, fly over, and mince her into meat sauce?!

At the thought of that scene, Nazha couldn't help but shiver, gripping Jiang Jing's arm even tighter, as if that was the only way to find some sense of security.

With a miserable expression on her face, she buried her head in Jiang Jing's chest and wailed in a muffled voice: "It's over, it's over... I'm dead... Leng Ba and the others will kill me..."

Watching her scare herself like this, Jiang Jing's shoulders shook with laughter as he hugged her and patted her soothingly: "Alright, stop scaring yourself. It's just adding contact information, look how nervous you are."

Despite saying that, as Jiang Jing looked at the sweet profile picture newly added to his phone, a meaningful smile still curled at the corners of his mouth.

Tian Xinwei returned to her seat, her heart filled with excitement and joy, repeatedly looking at the newly added contact on her phone screen.

Her fingertips hovered over the chat box; she really wanted to send a message, even if it was just a simple emoji to start a conversation.

But reason told her that Nazha was definitely sticking to Jiang Jing's side right now, and if she disturbed him rashly, it would not only be impolite but might also be annoying.

She suppressed this urge, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes, but her mind involuntarily began to replay their brief meeting just now.

As she thought about it, the corners of Tian Xinwei's mouth curled up uncontrollably, revealing a silly smile—she looked exactly like a little fangirl lost in a fantasy.

She even began to look forward to whether there would be another chance to see him after arriving in the Magic City...

On the other side, Nazha raised her face, her large eyes blinking as she looked at Jiang Jing, and asked a question that almost all women long to hear a positive answer to:

"Brother Jiang Jing~ tell me the truth~" Her voice was drawn out with a thick, coquettish tone, "Do you think... I'm prettier, or was that Tian Xinwei prettier just now?"

"As for this question..." Jiang Jing drew out his tone, a meaningful arc curling at the corners of his mouth.

"My understanding of you both is still only at the shallowest stage of observation, so just looking at the outside, it's hard to say who is better-looking. After all, each has its own beauty, right?"

She pouted her small mouth even more, shaking his arm, and persisted: "No, no! You must choose one, you can only choose one who is better-looking, no sitting on the fence!"

Watching her persistent determination to get to the bottom of it, the smile on Jiang Jing's face deepened a little.

His fingertips brushed over Nazha's smooth cheek, "After all, to judge how someone really is, you need... to develop "intimacy" over time, right?"

He deliberately emphasized a certain word, his burning gaze fixed on Nazha's lips, full of suggestive meaning.

At first, Nazha didn't fully react, but seeing Jiang Jing's scorching gaze and the strange implication in his words, she understood instantly!

"Intimacy" over time?!

This bad guy!

He's saying such shameful things again!

Nazha's cheeks flushed crimson in an instant, and she glared at Jiang Jing coquettishly.

"You... you're so annoying! Always acting so unserious!" She spat softly, but her body honestly moved closer to Jiang Jing. Far from retreating, she seemed to have been ignited by those words with some inner desire and courage.

She reached out her slender arms to wrap around Jiang Jing's neck, tilted her head slightly, and proactively pressed her two tender, moist red lips onto Jiang Jing's lips.

"Hmph... then... let me let you observe more carefully..." She murmured vaguely.

Seeing her bold yet shy initiative, Jiang Jing chuckled: "I couldn't ask for more."

He didn't hesitate to open his mouth, accepting this sweet gift, and immediately took the initiative.

Jiang Jing's kissing technique was superb and domineering; Nazha felt her mind go blank, all her thoughts shattered by this passionate kiss.

Jiang Jing savored the sweet lips, tongue, and nectar of the beauty in his arms, feeling her inexperienced yet passionate response.

This long, deep kiss only stopped when both of them were panting for breath, and they reluctantly parted.

Nazha collapsed into Jiang Jing's arms, gasping for fresh air, her eyes hazy, her cheeks flushed, and her lips kissed slightly swollen, glistening with a moist sheen, making her look even more alluring.

She buried her burning cheeks in the crook of Jiang Jing's neck, too shy to raise her head, and could only act coquettishly in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Bad guy... almost... almost suffocated me..."

Jiang Jing chuckled: "Now... are you still going to ask who is better-looking?"

Nazha's brain was still a mush, and hearing his question, she shook her head dizzily, "No... not asking anymore..."

Jiang Jing smiled with satisfaction, lowered his head to peck her swollen lips again, and said quite like a scumbag: "That's right, right now you, with your face like a peach blossom and eyes filled with spring water, are the prettiest."

This blunt compliment made Nazha more moved than any sweet words.

Along the way, the two seemed to have found a very interesting game, occasionally leaning together to engage in passionate kisses. Nazha, from her initial shyness and passivity, slowly became bolder, even actively demanding kisses.

Jiang Jing naturally enjoyed it; with a beauty throwing herself into his arms and constant sweet kisses, this kind of enjoyment was quite satisfying.

While responding to Nazha's passion, his restless hands also had a tendency to continue exploring.

Whenever this happened, the dazed Nazha would suddenly become a bit clearer, quickly pinning down his mischievous hands, her voice slightly pleading: "Don't... Brother Jiang Jing... we're on a plane..."

She didn't resist Jiang Jing's intimacy; in fact, deep down, she even had some expectations.

But in a public place like a plane, even in first class with better privacy, she absolutely couldn't let go!

If a flight attendant or someone passing by saw this, she wouldn't be able to face anyone!

Although Jiang Jing was a bit regretful, he understood her concerns and had to reluctantly withdraw his hand, temporarily suppressing the restless fire inside him.

His original fantasy of "rapid progress" had seemingly been completely dashed.