It was far from their first kiss. Qiu Wuji had even taken the initiative to kiss him before.
But whether it was all in her head or not, Qiu Wuji felt that this kiss was very comfortable.
More comfortable than their first kiss, when she had been stiff and nervous, and more comfortable than the time afterward when she had been unable to resist kissing him, leaving him bewildered and at a loss.
In the warmth of the afternoon, she leaned languidly against his chest, and he lowered his head to kiss her as she yielded to him. Lazy tenderness, lazy intoxication. There was nothing to think about, nothing to do, only feeling his affection, only savoring her sweetness.
Their minds went blank, faint, tingling currents coursed through them, and something stirred deep in their hearts.
Both wanted to go a little deeper, but they were clumsy and did not quite know how. Chu Ge tried to breach her defenses, and Qiu Wuji parted her pearly teeth.
Then Chu Ge felt a slight sting and let out a muffled grunt. The entire mood vanished.
They both opened their eyes, looking a little embarrassed but also amused. Chu Ge shamelessly tried for another round, but Qiu Wuji lowered her head and pushed him away. "All right... that's enough. The dishes still need washing."
"How much trouble can washing dishes be?"
"Out, out... this is enough! Mmph, mmph..."
Her lips were sealed again, though this time the earlier romance was gone. Chu Ge kissed her firmly and smiled. "I'll wash them."
Qiu Wuji did not insist and went out, her heart in a jumble.
Whenever he kisses me, I feel so meek. It doesn't suit my dignity at all. Next time, I should do what I did last time and take charge...