Chapter 143: A Hint of Affection Stirred
She tilted her head up and pressed her lips to his.
It was the warm, soft sensation she remembered.
Their lips brushed like a dragonfly touching water, yet the sensation was a strong, tingling current. Lian Li’s mind was blank at first, because it was both too familiar and too strange.
After seven or eight seconds of contact, she gently enclosed his soft lips, slowly sucking and nibbling, then slowly releasing, her lips pressing lightly against his, repeating the cycle.
The time was short, but it felt exceptionally long in her perception, so long that every moment, every detail could be clearly remembered.
Jin Shi Yue’s breath was hot, wisps of it falling on Lian Li’s cheeks. Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered, lightly fanning his skin. After a moment, she released his lips, and in the silent space, a faint, sticky sound of their lips parting could be heard.
Lian Li’s fingertips on his shoulders unconsciously tightened their grip on his shirt, her cheeks flushing and burning, unsure if it was from lack of oxygen or shyness.
Jin Shi Yue lowered his eyelids, his gaze calmly meeting her sparkling eyes. The warm light refracted into those eyes, drawing out a hint of affection.
His heart suddenly skipped a heavy beat, like boiling water rapidly cooling down, and his broad palm tightened on the back of her neck as he kissed her.
The man’s kiss was fierce, like a ferocious beast plundering the sweet breath from her mouth, sucking and biting her tender lips.
Lian Li’s eardrums buzzed from the kiss, her heart racing. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her slender neck upwards, kissing him.
Sensing her returning kiss, his eyes darkened. His well-defined fingers caressed her waist for a moment, then slipped under her shirt, moving upwards, his slender fingers unfastening the clasp on her back.
A faint click reached her ears, and immediately Lian Li felt a loosening at her chest. She froze for two seconds, then reacted, reaching out to gently push him away.
Her hazy almond eyes reflected his handsome face, still deeply submerged in the mire of her senses.
Lian Li blinked, seeing Jin Shi Yue’s lustful dark eyes, exceptionally deep and captivating.
“Physiological period.”
Jin Shi Yue stared at her for a moment, then let out a deep “Mm.”
He released her, telling her to go take a bath.
Lian Li got down from his embrace, her hand going behind her to feel the unfastened clasp.
Now she wouldn’t even need to unhook her bra to bathe.
She took three steps towards the bathroom, then looked back at the man on the sofa.
He leaned back against the sofa, his sharp, full Adam’s apple prominent. His reclining posture was lazy, his profile sharp and resolute, his gaze dark and deep. He looked at the bustling night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window for two seconds before closing his eyes.
Like that night in New York, Jin Shi Yue’s aura was intimidating, extremely oppressive, yet he himself was becoming more and more transparent, as if about to disappear from the Human World.
Jin Yan Ting possessed all the characteristics of an heir from a top aristocratic family: self-possessed and humble, steady and dignified, with the aura of power and influence, as well as the greed of those in high positions. He desired power and influence; his ambition was immense.
Jin Shi Yue had very little worldly presence, possessing the coldness nurtured by immense power, but also the spirit of conquering empires.
Lian Li never wanted to be anyone’s savior, nor did she ever need anyone to save her.
But the gaze they shared on and off stage at the Grand Theater involuntarily surfaced in her mind, and she still turned back.
Jin Shi Yue knew of her actions, but still didn’t open his eyes, his voice hoarse and drawn out, “Inviting me for a bath together?”
His words were half teasing, half playful, mixed with a hint of debauchery.
Lian Li sat on the sofa beside Jin Shi Yue, turned to face him, and clearly said, “Let me help you.”
Jin Shi Yue paused for a moment, then slowly opened his eyelids. His deep black eyes roamed over her face, his gaze meaningful.
Once Lian Li made up her mind, she wouldn’t back down. She lowered her eyes, exploring his lean, narrow waist.
His girlfriend had proactively offered.
With such a rare and good opportunity, he naturally wouldn’t refuse.
Jin Shi Yue’s bony, long hand grasped hers and slid along the belt buckle.
The man’s hands were perfect and beautiful, with blue veins protruding beneath the thin skin, exuding a wild sense of strength. He lazily lowered his eyes, patiently directing her.
Her fingers were soft and cool, but he was hot as fire.
Jin Shi Yue’s eyes were fixed on Lian Li’s face, taking in every subtle change in her expression. As her fingers moved with a rhythmic tempo, his gaze deepened.
Then he took her hand and placed it on his shirt buttons, commanding her to unfasten them.
The temperature in her hands suddenly changed from scorching hot to slightly cool. Lian Li looked up at him, her pupils rippling with moisture, and focused on unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
Jin Shi Yue’s physique stretched his shirt taut and broad, his waist lean and firm, his muscles clearly defined, like a tangible embodiment of untamed hormones.
Lian Li unbuttoned two-thirds of the way, leaving some buttons undone.
With the shirt half-on, half-off, the seductive sexiness of his body was amplified. She glanced at it, her eyes feeling as if they had been burned, searing all the way to her heart, her heartbeat uncontrollably erratic.
Jin Shi Yue’s eyes were fixed on Lian Li. Her trembling long lashes cast fine shadows, ripples spreading out like twinkling stars.
His smile deepened, his long eyes so unrestrained and wild, exceptionally alluring.
“What are you made of, Lian Li? You glow even when doing this,” Jin Shi Yue asked her, drawing out his words.
She didn’t understand his inexplicable question.
Jin Shi Yue watched her, his lips curving as he said, “Where do you get your strength?”
“Playing the cello requires strength,” Lian Li said. “Carrying a cello also requires strength.”
Jin Shi Yue raised an eyebrow slightly. “Am I the cello?”
Lian Li lowered her eyes. “No.”
Playing the cello is another kind of rhythm.
Jin Shi Yue let out a low chuckle, a very soft sound that stirred the heart.
Lian Li looked up to observe his expression. Jin Shi Yue was staring at her intently. Seeing her tilt her head up, he directly lowered his head and kissed her lips.
After half a minute of passionate kissing, Lian Li was breathless. She turned her head, avoiding his kiss, “Don’t kiss me.”
If they kissed, she wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else.
Seeing this, Jin Shi Yue rubbed his thin lips and nose against her cheek. Lian Li felt a tickle but endured it.
Jin Shi Yue’s long fingers brushed through her scattered hair, tucking it behind her ear, and he whispered in a low, husky voice, “Baby.”
At his words, Lian Li’s fingers trembled, and she unconsciously tightened her grip, eliciting a sexy, muffled groan from the man beside her ear.
His gasps, seemingly restrained yet also unrestrained, were exceptionally seductive as they reached her ear.
“Younger Sister,” he whispered in her ear, his tone seductive, uttering certain forbidden terms.
Lian Li’s scalp tingled. “Don’t call me that.”
He chuckled. “Younger Sister.”
The Eldest Young Master played rough and liked to call her that. The way he said “Younger Sister” was both alluring and suggestive.
Outside the window, skyscrapers stood tall, and the dazzling neon lights of the bustling metropolis showcased the exquisite charm of the magical city.
Inside, light and shadow spilled onto Lian Li, and she slightly furrowed her delicate brows.
Jin Shi Yue rested his forehead against Lian Li’s shoulder. He tilted his head, his gaze falling on her braided hair that hung to one side, entwined with a purple embroidered scarf.
Her hairstyle and the purple accent gave her a gentle aura.
Jin Shi Yue leaned closer, parting his lips slightly, his teeth gently tugging at the scarf in her hair.
Lian Li caught a glimpse of that alluring scene out of the corner of her eye, and a taut string in her mind instantly snapped with a ‘crack’. The corners of her eyes bloomed with a blush of spring, and the organs in her chest pounded wildly.
How could he be so…
