Shen Shuangjian finally shed tears.
He leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, holding Xie Jinghui's arm as he shed many precious tears.
Shen Shuangjian never known that kissing was not just a light touch of the lips, but a passionate and devout kiss, leaving her tongue numb and swollen.
He desperately wanted to pry Xie Jinghui's hand off his face, but he was too weak. He could barely even wipe away his tears, let alone move Xie Jinghui's hand.
"Would you be angry if I called you Zhizhi?"
When Xie Jinghui's lips parted from his, Shen Shuangjian was still dazed from the kiss. He blinked his misty eyes, and his soft, pure white pajamas were rubbed into countless wrinkles.
Shen Shuangjian his shame and anger only belatedly. Xie Jinghui away, his legs going weak as he ran out, wanting to run away.
It wasn't fear, nor dread, but rather a shame bordering on anger, an unbearable embarrassment.
Shen Shuangjian's legs went weak, and he was completely exhausted from the kiss. He had only managed to distance himself a little Xie Jinghui leaned in and caught up with him, pinning him to the foot of the bed. He shrank back, pursed his lips, and remained silent.
"I said I would kiss you, but if you hate me, you can refuse."
A born businessman is adept at using word traps; by casually moving just two words, he can completely reverse the meaning of the same sentence.
Shen Shuangjian wide eyes, her mind already a bit foggy, not yet able to figure out why the words had changed again, when Xie Jinghui's close head forced her to stop thinking.
When Xie Jinghui him, he always liked to cup Shen Shuangjian's face and the back of his neck with his hands, encircling him in his arms until he was completely surrounded and completely under his control.
Shen Shuangjian there was nowhere to hide.
Recalling the kiss that had just been too much for him, Shen Shuangjian almost reflexively wanted to dodge.
But his mind was foggy, and all he remembered was Xie Jinghui asking him, "If you hate me, you can refuse."
If you don't dislike it, you can't refuse it.
Shen Shuangjian's long eyelashes, damp with tears, trembled slightly, and as Xie Jinghui drew closer, he slowly half-closed his eyes.
" Zhizhi, I'm kissing you."
When she was kissed and became aroused, Shen Shuangjian covered her ears, trying to hide the desire aroused by Xie Jinghui, and curled up and buried her head in the pillow.
"Stop talking, that's enough..."
Xie Jinghui had probably been restraining himself and suffering for too long, so once he was given permission, he couldn't help but want Shen Shuangjian's indulgence.
" Shen Shuangjian, I'm kissing you."
The sound was so close, it almost brushed against her earlobe, and a noticeable breath of heat brushed past her. Shen Shuangjian's shoulders trembled, and she simply curled up and hid herself.
"Stop talking, Xie Jinghui, stop talking, that's enough..."
Shen Shuangjian wanted to hide away, fearing that her lingering embarrassment would leave him with nowhere to retreat.
The hand hidden under the pillow was gently but firmly pulled out. Xie Jinghui close to his ear and slowly curled her lips into a smile.
"But Shuangjian, I still say it's not enough, because I want to kiss you again."
Until you acknowledge it, until you understand what kind of relationship you have that allows me to kiss you when our fingers are intertwined.
Until you understand, in what capacity, Xie Jinghui kisses you.
Until Xie Jinghui felt that faint affection again, even if it was only a tiny, illusory feeling, Xie Jinghui would still imagine him as a mirage-like hurricane.
(This chapter contains no inappropriate content; it's just a young couple having a little tiff. Readers and reviewers can rest assured.)
Half an hour later, a crisp, brief slap echoed in the dimly lit, quiet room. The intermittent soft sobs disappeared, replaced by soft, hoarse whimpers.
Beside the messy bed, a cell phone screen lay on the floor, displaying over a dozen missed calls. The next instant, a pair of slender, white feet stepped onto the floor.
" Xie Jinghui!"
Shen Shuangjian got out of bed. He glared at the man who was half-sitting up on the bed, so angry that his shoulders were trembling.
"How could you do this... Get out, get out!"
Shen Shuangjian rarely showed such a sharp and angry expression. Even when Xie Qingchi annoyed him to the point of anger, he simply stated the facts with a calm expression.
But at this moment, Shen Shuangjian blushed and hugged her own shoulders. Her originally smooth long hair was ruffled and messy, especially her light-colored eyes, which seemed to hold countless tears with just a blink.
Shen Shuangjian couldn't understand how anyone could go so far.
How could he utter such sincere sweet nothings while simultaneously deceiving himself into accepting his kiss?
During the half hour they spent in bed, Shen Shuangjian her go from being shy and curled up at the beginning because of his kisses, to being blank and lost, and finally to being angry and stressed.
But every time Shen Shuangjian to hide, he would repeat, "I love you."
So Shen Shuangjian, who had been swayed by those three simple words, gave in and quieted down again.
Xie Jinghui used these three words to start a cycle that repeated more than ten times. Every time Shen Shuangjian couldn't take it anymore and wanted to run away, he would use the same trick again.
But even the gentlest person can get angry, and the delicate white peony has sharp thorns that can hurt.
When Xie Jinghui in for his sixteenth kiss, Shen Shuangjian, angered, lightly slapped him.
"You... get out, get out..."
Shen Shuangjian's stubbornness was easily broken by the other party, and she fell to the soft carpet, where Xie Jinghui her into his arms.
I'm sorry, I love you, I'll always love you.
Xie Jinghui admitted his loss of control. He held Shen Shuangjian and closed his eyes almost reverently.
He desperately wanted to see Shen Shuangjian lose control for him.
Whether he was moved, confused, shy, or angry, Xie Jinghui would feel a thrilling excitement whenever it was because of him.
He couldn't help but want more, to gain Shen Shuangjian's indulgence, to get more permission, and to see him constantly making concessions for his patience.
He was never satisfied with Shen Shuangjian.
The broad embrace wasn't exactly soft, but the hand that landed on the back of my neck gave it a comforting squeeze.
Xie Jinghui slowly moved closer to Shen Shuangjian's ear, his voice low, gentle, and full of pity.
"Nod if you don't want me to kiss you again today."
Xie Jinghui's eyes were gentle as he quietly absorbed all the feedback Shen Shuangjian gave him.
Even though Shen Shuangjian incredibly difficult to coax, Xie Jinghui still indulged her in every way.
He was willing to endure all the punishment and pain that Shen Shuangjian upon him, because if he couldn't let go, he wouldn't be afraid of being burned.
To love someone is to willingly submit to them, regardless of whether that person is good or bad, kind or malicious.
The snow was still falling outside the window, and the ground was already covered with a thick layer of snow.
In the long, silent stillness, Xie Jinghui finally felt the head resting against his neck seem to move.
Shen Shuangjian leaning against him, she slowly, hesitantly, and gently nodded.