Chapter 93: You Like Me
The air was filled with a subtle scent of desire, which entered the body with each breath, causing the blood to gradually boil.
The man repeatedly licked her lips, brushing against her delicate membranes, teasing her palate, his wet mouth filled with suction.
Lian Li was unaccustomed to intimate contact, her face flushed, her breathing rapid, and she pushed him away with all her might.
Because she used too much force, she sat on the armrest of the sofa and almost fell backward from the recoil, but Jin Shi Yue’s strong, long arms held her waist.
And he, meeting Lian Li’s gaze, raised his hand in front of her and wiped his moist lower lip with his fingertip.
The pale blue veins on the back of the man’s cold white hand bulged, inexplicably exuding a seductive, alluring sense of abstinence.
He looked at her, the corner of his lips curving into a handsome arc.
That expression held a hint of wickedness, with a strange sense of satisfaction.
Lian Li’s eyes reflected the man’s excessively handsome appearance, her gaze frozen.
She was attracted by his eyes at that moment, his dark pupils tinged with a hint of a smile, like bottomless black holes, hiding a terrifying strength.
Jin Shi Yue stared at Lian Li’s almond-shaped eyes, his gaze slowly moving down, settling on her lips, which were slightly red and swollen from the kiss.
Moist and red, dewy, with a slightly cool and soft touch.
Jin Shi Yue suddenly leaned in again, stopping at a distance of one breath from Lian Li, looking at her beautiful eyes up close.
After a moment, he tilted his head to avoid their noses, his thin lips lightly touching hers, pressing for a few seconds before he gently kissed her, again and again.
Their lips met, Lian Li’s soft lips were pressed, he kissed her unhurriedly, lightly biting her.
Only on her lips, he didn’t forcefully steal her air, but silently invaded her breathing, sharing it with her.
This kiss was exceptionally pure.
Lian Li’s head felt slightly dizzy, her heart pounded, and half her body felt numb.
“Jin Shi Yue…”
Before she could finish speaking, he suddenly lowered his head, his head resting on her shoulder. The sudden weight made Lian Li lose her balance, and she was directly pushed onto the sofa by Jin Shi Yue.
One of his hands held her waist, the other was placed under the back of her head, protecting it. Coupled with the soft sofa, Lian Li felt no discomfort, only that the breath brushing against her neck was scorching hot, as if on fire.
Lian Li ignored the weight on her, frowned, and touched Jin Shi Yue’s forehead. The temperature was still frighteningly high.
Burning from day to night, getting worse and worse, he was really something.
187.6 cm tall, long legs, long illness, everything about him was long.
Jin Shi Yue’s face was buried in Lian Li’s neck, his hot breath falling on her ear, creating a sense of intimate closeness.
Lian Li was not easily shy, but at this moment, her earlobes felt a stinging heat.
She pushed the man on her: “How are you?”
“You like me…” His voice was hoarse, like gravel rubbing against Lian Li’s heart, making her heart skip a beat, and then the two words slowly fell into her ear: “kissing you.”
For some reason, Lian Li breathed a sigh of relief. She reached out to touch his neck and was instantly burned.
She sighed, “I can only call an ambulance from a regular hospital, not a military hospital. You call someone to take you to the hospital.”
He remained silent.
“You’ve been burning for a day, and if it gets worse, something will happen.”
He still didn’t speak.
“Then I’ll call an ambulance?”
He finally opened his mouth: “Do you have any medicine?”
“I do, but you have a high fever, don’t you?”
“That’s fine.” Jin Shi Yue refused to leave.
Lian Li was afraid he would damage his brain from the fever, so she didn’t care about anything else and quickly helped him up. The sofa was too small for his superior build, so she helped him into the bedroom.
Lian Li settled Jin Shi Yue on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and watched him for three seconds to confirm he wasn’t dead before going to find medicine.
A moment later, she returned with a thermometer, fever-reducing medicine, and a fever patch. After taking his temperature, she gave Jin Shi Yue the medicine, then unwrapped the fever patch, brushed aside his bangs, and applied it.
Lian Li pulled up a low stool and sat at the head of the bed, resting her elbow on the edge of the bed, her palm supporting her chin, looking down at her mobile phone.
Xue Shufan hadn’t replied yet, probably busy.
Bored, she tapped into Jin Shi Yue’s Moments, looking at the horizon on his background picture for a moment, her gaze uncontrollably drifting to Jin Shi Yue on the bed. He lay flat, his eyes closed, his eyelashes long like raven feathers.
Lian Li carefully examined Jin Shi Yue’s features, the smooth lines outlining his sharp features, with a strong sense of bone structure.
She suddenly remembered seeing him in the study that night in New York. The calm Jin Shi Yue’s eyes held an attitude of indifference to the human world.
But as soon as he spoke, raised an eyebrow, or curved his lips, he immediately became lively, sharp-tongued, unruly, and often twisted people’s logic…
Lian Li reached out and brushed Jin Shi Yue’s forehead hair, her eyebrows curving slightly, a smile blooming on her lips.
Actually, when the Eldest Young Master isn’t annoying, he’s quite pleasant to look at.
When he’s sick, his complexion doesn’t look sickly, she didn’t know whether to praise his good physical condition or not.
If not good, he could still come here at night with a high fever, and she hadn’t noticed he was sick at all before he collapsed.
If good, he had been sick all day.
Outside, snow was falling heavily, but inside, it was as warm as spring.
Lian Li was still seriously observing Jin Shi Yue.
It was very strange. After nine years of interaction, she still felt a few seconds of nervousness when facing Jin Yan Ting, but she didn’t feel that way with Jin Shi Yue, whom she had only known for a few months.
Jin Shi Yue and Jin Yan Ting had absolute power from birth, standing at the pinnacle of the elite circle, exuding an innate sense of pressure.
Jin Yan Ting was more reserved, dignified, and did not outwardly express his emotions, while Jin Shi Yue was relatively flamboyant, lazy, and indifferent.
Lian Li guessed that she was probably being rebellious, not treating Jin Shi Yue as the Second Young Master of the top tycoon Jin family, but rather as a man with the temper of an Eldest Young Master.
At this moment, Jin Shi Yue’s image in Lian Li’s heart gained two more colors.
Mysterious purple, and calm coffee brown.
She never imagined that one day she would be like painting an oil painting, coloring someone bit by bit.
In the process of coloring, she herself would inevitably get stained with more or less paint.
Lian Li propped her chin in her hand, staring intently at Jin Shi Yue, remembering him asking if she liked the cello, and then calling her a liar.
His perceptiveness was terrifying.
Sigh.
Her mobile phone lit up; Xue Shufan had replied.
Xue Shufan: 「Arrived, arrived, just finished talking with the lawyer.」
Lian Li glanced at Jin Shi Yue on the bed. She had no other options for now; one more person might mean one more method.
Lian Li: 「I need your advice on something.」
Lian Li: 「I have a friend who slept with someone. That person was a virgin and keeps saying chastity is precious and demanding responsibility. How should I refuse?」
Xue Shufan: 「You slept with them and don’t want to take responsibility!? Scumbag!」
Lian Li: “…”
