Encountering at Night (Five)

  Qiao Yan took a deep breath and slowly walked towards Wei Chi Hong, sitting down at the corner of the long sandalwood couch closest to him. "First of all, take the first step, stare into my eyes for ten seconds, see if you can hold on. Please look into my eyes, don't shift your gaze."

  Wei Chi Hong raised his eyes, and Qiao Yan's gaze was fixed tightly on his face. This focused stare made him uneasy, he felt like she was seeing through him, even judging him. He stared back at her for a few seconds, but couldn't hold out, looking away in less than ten seconds.

  Qiao Yan slightly raised an eyebrow, "Next is to shorten the interpersonal distance, please sit on this sofa."

  Wei Chi Hong stood up and sat down at the other end of the sofa.

  "Even if I get close to you, please hold still and don't move." Qiao Yan said as she slowly moved her body closer to Wei Chi Hong's position. "Now entering the intimate distance that can only be accepted with a close relationship, within 45 centimeters..."

  Qiao Yan's words got stuck in her throat, and her body stiffened. Because Wei Chi Hong suddenly leaned forward, his arms wrapped around her waist, and he tightened his grip, holding her firmly captive in his embrace.

  "It should be zero distance now, not just within 45 centimeters." Wei Chi's voice was as clear and cold as the breath he emitted at this moment, which seemed to have a magical power that made Qiao Yan feel dizzy and trapped in a state of near hypnosis. Until a slightly surprised voice came from behind her, breaking the silence in the room, "Sister, you guys..."

  Qiao Yan suddenly woke up and struggled free from Wei Chi Hong's arms. Her face seemed to be burning with a fire, and her hair was hot and disheveled. She turned her head and saw Qiao Ran staring at them with wide eyes behind her. Qiao Yan got up and took the tray with two cups of coffee from her sister's hands and placed it on the tea table in front of Wei Chi Hong. She wanted to pick up a cup of coffee and hand it to Wei Chi Hong, but he reached out his hand instead, "I'll do it myself."

  Qiao Yan had not yet withdrawn her hand when their hands touched together.

  Wei Chi Hong's fingers slid over Qiao Yan's hand, and she withdrew her hand as if electrified. The numbness made her hands tremble slightly, and her face burned even more fiercely. She peeked at Wei Chi Hong from under her eyelashes, who was elegantly sipping his coffee with a calm demeanor.

  "Don't be too clever," Wei Chi Hong said calmly, noticing Qiao Yan's sneaky peek, "put your mind back on the criminal, you're not a psychiatrist now, and I'm not your patient."

  Qiao Yan suddenly seemed to realize something, raised her beautiful chin and said clearly: "Leader can rest assured, I'm a professionally trained person, I won't even understand this."

  Wei Chi Hong's eyes flashed with a strange light. He finished the whole cup of coffee, and his facial lines softened a bit, "This coffee tastes good, I'll come back next time to drink."

  "What's next?" Qiao Yan's underlying tone was, what else do you want to come to my house for?

  "Uh-huh, next time." Wei Chi Hong said solemnly and seriously.

  Qiao Yan could only remain silent, it's best to keep a distance from this eccentric boss.

  Wei Chi Hong fell silent, stood up and took a few steps back, preparing to leave. He stood under the lamplight, his back straight, Qiao Yan gazed at his back, suddenly feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

  "Mr. Wei Chi," she blurted out, "are you wearing a long black windbreaker?"

  Wei Chi Hong didn't turn around, his tone flat and waveless, "What I wear has nothing to do with you."