Chapter 98: 78. Does this count as him kissing her? _4
Her heart quietly began to stir.
Blushing, she turned to look at him, "Do you... really have confidence in me?"
He nodded earnestly, "I’ll wait for you. Wake up slowly, don’t rush."
She seemed to understand, yet felt bewildered, so she foolishly smiled with a hint of intoxication, "But in the end, Sleeping Beauty didn’t wake up by herself."
She was referring to the original version of the fairy tale.
His heart quietly skipped a beat again.
Indeed, Sleeping Beauty in the story wasn’t awakened by herself; she was — kissed awake by a prince.
His head seemed to spin slightly, and his face grew hot. He must’ve succumbed to the rice wine too, getting drunk.
He couldn’t help but point at the nearly empty bottle, "Look, there’s only one mud snail left in there."
"Oh, really!" Shi Nian raised the bottle, shaking the rice wine inside towards the light to earnestly count the number.
His gaze gradually sank, stagnant along with the intoxication. His heart solely settled into a desire, with no distractions, and — unable to dispel.
He took a deep breath and accepted the bottle from her hand, twisting the cap off. This time, he didn’t use chopsticks, but instead reached in directly to pinch out the mud snail.
His sudden seriousness surprised her a bit. She blinked forcefully, trying to clear the haze brought by intoxication, trying to see clearly why he suddenly became so serious.
Especially his eyes, which were normally as limpid as spring water, now suddenly transformed into deep pools, dark and mysterious.
— It frightened her.
She shook her head, patting her cheeks, "Hic... Mr. Tang, why are you suddenly unhappy? Is it that, uh, you want to eat this last mud snail? Ah, don’t worry, I’ll let you have it. Eat it."
He held the mud snail tightly, his gaze growing deeper and more intense, turning his head to speak irresistibly.
"No, you eat!"
He said as he reached towards her mouth with the last remaining mud snail.
Shi Nian froze, instinctively opening her mouth...
He fed the mud snail into her small red lips.
His fingertips uncontrollably went inside her lips as well.
Such small lips, so rosy and delicate, so — unbelievably soft.
Feeling his sudden intrusive fingertips, Shi Nian was startled and hurriedly closed her mouth — but accidentally, she caught his fingertips along.
The light in front of her suddenly dimmed. It was him leaning over, blocking the light on her face.
His suddenly serious face again enlarged before her. His dark and bright pupils drew closer, like stars falling from the sky, landing before her eyes...
She breathed nervously, quickly releasing his fingertips from her lips. She bit down on the mud snail, afraid to swallow.
She was squeezed against the sofa armrest, panic-stricken, murmuring in confusion, "If you want to eat this last mud snail, I’ll let you have it!"
Why was he so intimidating over a mud snail?
"Letting me?" His long eyebrows raised high in front of her, and his tightly pressed lips suddenly lifted slightly, "You won’t regret?"
She bit the mud snail, seriously shaking her head.
She seemed to see a trace of mischief fleeting across his face, and a wisp of hair fell suddenly from his forehead, tracing a beautiful line along his full forehead.
Then — his lips covered her.
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At this moment, she dared not move, not even the breath and heartbeat halted.
She felt his warm breath hovering upon her face, with a faint scent of rice wine and the sweet freshness of plums.
His lips seemed to touch hers.
Yet he did not brazenly kiss her directly but — captured the mud snail between her teeth.
He inhaled the snail meat through her lips, audibly smacking.
Yet he sucked for so long, the longer he lingered, the closer his lips adhered to hers.
He sucked too dominantly, holding her back of the head with his hand, preventing any retreat on her part.
She couldn’t even distinguish — if he was sucking the snail meat or her.
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The lights above seemed to transform into a mesmerizing rain of stars.
Dimly shimmering, glimmering sparkles.
Landed on his head, strands of hair, then dripped into her eyes, making her inexplicably well up with bittersweet tears.
Why, why...
Does this moment feel so familiar?
Why does this strange and dominant man at this moment, make her feel no fear, instead — such reassurance?
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Outside the window flashed glaring car headlights.
Followed by footsteps on the doorstep, then the sound of keys unlocking the door.
Shi Nian, as if awakening from a dream, frantically pushed Tang Yanqing away, turned and ran upstairs as if fleeing.
God, was she crazy?!
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