Chapter 7: Huai Cheng
His mouth tasted of red wine…
Yu Qiao could tell—but that was all she could tell. Beyond the wine, she knew nothing.
The drug was too fierce. He was kissing her, but he was also biting.
It stung a little.
He was so frantic, as if desperate to prove something—or as if once this kiss ended, there would never be another chance to cling to her like this.
She struggled weakly, and inevitably, a sound escaped.
"Mmm~"
She wasn't thinking straight, but the drunk man only grew fiercer at the sound.
Her first kiss!
How was she supposed to know he had moves like this?
Her body, wound tight as a drawn bow from sheer nerves, slowly softened under the heat of his touch, melting into a puddle…
Sensing her surrender, he eased from a violent storm into a gentle drizzle.
Nose brushing against nose.
His eyes were closed, thick lashes sweeping across her delicate cheek from time to time.
Yu Qiao's eyes fluttered open in a daze. Through her blurred vision she couldn't quite make out his face, only the drumming of a heartbeat.
Thump-thump! Thump-thump—she couldn't tell if it was his or hers.
A deep kiss…
Kissing her like he wanted to kill her.
She couldn't breathe. Was he actually going to kiss her to death?
Finally, the pressure built until she gave him a small push. There was hardly any strength in her hand, but it was enough to separate them for a moment.
The instant their lips parted, she panted softly, her voice sweet as sugar: "Sheng Yuan-ge…"
He couldn't stand that sound…
He'd been about to let her go, but a shudder ran through him and he burned against her again.
Lips landing on hers, grinding slowly.
Lost in it… gasping…
She could only open her mouth to breathe, but the parting of her teeth became an invitation—and he seized the opening, conquering and plundering…
Never having been touched like this, Yu Qiao was frightened and tried to shrink back.
But he wouldn't allow it!
One domineering hand traced up her slender neck, then pressed against the back of her head, holding her in place for easier tasting.
Her body was afraid…
But her heart was itching!!!
Yu Qiao thought she must really be a little lecherous.
She knew full well this was wrong, yet she couldn't summon a shred of disgust.
Especially when, through her haze, she caught sight of his slightly tipsy brows and eyes.
Sexy. Domineering…
Carrying the ascetic restraint of an older, mature man—what young girl wouldn't like that?
Until, dangerously, the sound of a metal belt buckle being undone rang in her ears.
Awake in a second!
"No, I—"
Before she could finish, his wild lips and tongue blocked her words again.
The next second, her hand was caught, guided downward with ill intent…
Yu Qiao's fingertips landed on distinct, firm ridges of muscle.
Warm, neatly arranged, radiating scorching heat.
He whispered in her ear, "Abs. Want to touch?"
Did he hear himself talking?
She was a proper person…
Proper, yes—but if her fingers moved on their own, that wasn't her fault!
After all, she hadn't drunk a drop, but his mouth was full of wine, so this was indirect… which meant she was drunk too. Perfectly reasonable!
Sheng Yuan thought, how could there be such torture in this world?
He kissed her mouth, silenced her voice, because he couldn't bear to hear those sounds…
Hearing them made him want to devour her.
But kissing her only made it worse!
What was he supposed to do when he couldn't stop?
His large hand stroked her soft waist, deliberately provoking small sounds out of her from time to time…
How could she be so obedient?
At a time like this, she should slap him hard twice, call him a pervert, tell him to get lost!
Yet she only blushed, clutching his collar—staying still when told to stay still, opening her mouth when told to open it…
How was he supposed to hold back?