Chapter 86: Do You Know Who You’re Kissing?
Lian Li was caught off guard, first kneeling on one knee on the bed sheet, then being pulled onto the bed with brute force.
Her body leaned back, and she lay down uncontrollably.
Lian Li propped herself up on the bed sheet, trying to get up, but her wrist was grabbed again, pressed onto the bed, and then the man’s powerful body completely enveloped her from above.
“You…” Lian Li suddenly stopped.
Jin Shi Yue opened his eyes, his deep, dark pupils gazing down at her.
He stared at her intently, his gaze sweeping over her face inch by inch, his sharp eyes carrying a strong sense of invasion.
From his appearance to his aura, the man was extremely aggressive and imposing, with prominent brow bones, a high-bridged nose, and a sharp, distinct jawline.
The hormones emanating from him carried Jin Shi Yue’s signature domineering nature, dangerous, intense, and sharply directed at her.
Lian Li’s heart pounded violently, as if it were about to leap out of her chest.
When he was sober, Jin Shi Yue knew how to restrain that chilling aggressiveness, but now that he had a fever, he couldn’t hold back at all.
It was too terrifying.
Should she leave?
If she didn’t leave, he was so dangerous.
But if she left, he had helped her when she was sick in New York.
Lian Li hesitated for a moment between leaving and staying, then took a deep breath and asked, “Do you recognize who I am?”
Jin Shi Yue stared at her without a word, his large hand easily gripping her slender wrist. The pad of his finger pressed against her rapidly beating pulse, suddenly tightening his grip, then suddenly loosening it, as if considering whether to break her hand.
A burning heat spread from her wrist, and Lian Li felt her own body temperature slowly rising.
She frowned and couldn’t help but struggle, “Jin Shi Yue.”
The man’s grip was too strong, and Lian Li couldn’t break free at all.
He was delirious from the fever, why didn’t his strength disappear with it?
Lian Li struggled with all her might, but to no avail, and she wrinkled her nose in displeasure.
Suddenly, Jin Shi Yue lowered his head, leaning in, his nose tip brushing against hers, his hot breath spraying onto her face.
The ambiguous and intimate action made Lian Li’s breath catch.
Before she could struggle, Jin Shi Yue’s hand slipped through the gaps between her fingers and clasped hers tightly, interlocking their fingers.
A subtle sense of invasion washed over her, making Lian Li’s scalp tingle.
He had used this same posture that night, face to face, gripping her fingers tightly, pressing down on her, possessing her.
Jin Shi Yue moved even closer, his thin lips pressing against Lian Li’s cheek, kissing her face, moving slowly downwards, and kissing her slender, long neck.
The man’s thin lips were burning hot, and kiss after kiss landed on her neck, unhurriedly, making it unbearable. Lian Li reached out to push his shoulder.
“Jin…”
Jin Shi Yue let her push him, his kisses moving up from her collarbone, along her chin, all the way to her red lips.
His thin lips pressed against her tender lips, sucking gently for a moment, then parting them, probing inside, and capturing her tongue.
Lian Li tried to kick him, but Jin Shi Yue pinned her legs with his long ones, rendering her immobile.
The man seemed to be savoring a delicacy, pressing against her rosy, soft lips, sucking slowly, entwining them in a kiss.
In the dim, silent room, a soft, sensual sound of kissing could be heard.
Lian Li didn’t know if he was dreaming or taking advantage of her.
But she knew he couldn’t infect her with the virus.
With her limbs restrained, Lian Li looked at the man close to her and suddenly rammed her head forward, bumping Jin Shi Yue’s head.
A “thud,” not too light, not too heavy.
Lian Li didn’t know if he was in pain; she was truly in pain.
“Hiss…”
Jin Shi Yue pressed his nose against hers and chuckled, his voice carrying obvious indulgence, “Heartless.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he collapsed onto her.
The man was too heavy, and Lian Li could barely breathe. She pushed him away with all her might, sat up on the bed, and gasped for fresh air.
After a while, Lian Li felt like she could breathe again. She reached for the medicine and water, then climbed back to Jin Shi Yue’s side and touched his forehead.
It was still astonishingly hot.
“Don’t sleep, take your medicine first.”
“Eldest Young Master, wake up and take your medicine.”
Jin Shi Yue lightly lifted his eyelids, looked at her for a moment, his eyes devoid of emotion, his voice slightly hoarse, “Are you Pan Jinlian?”
What Pan Jinlian.
— “Dà láng, it’s time to wake up and drink your medicine.”
Okay, it does sound like it.
Seeing that he had restrained some of his aggressiveness and his expression was no longer sickly, Lian Li suspected he had recovered on his own and reached out to touch his forehead again.
“What are you doing, planning to attack me again while I’m sick?” Jin Shi Yue’s tone was lazy, not at all like someone who was ill.
Lian Li precisely caught his wording, “When did I ever attack anyone?”
Jin Shi Yue chuckled and raised an eyebrow at her words, “That night at the Mountain Villa.”
Lian Li withdrew her hand and fell silent.
That night, he was the victim, and she was the perpetrator?
“You didn’t just sleep with me once, you slept with me all night,” Jin Shi Yue said.
“…” Lian Li’s cheeks flushed red, and she wanted to hit him with a pillow.
It was clearly him who had clung to her, and she had only said “one more time.”
Lian Li didn’t get angry at sick people. After a long silence, she asked as calmly as possible, “Do you lack someone to sleep with?”
Jin Shi Yue maintained a gentlemanly, hypocritical demeanor, “I’m not a casual man. Until you agree to be responsible for me, you’re not allowed to sleep with me.”
Lian Li: … Who wants to sleep with you.
She just wanted to say that he didn’t lack women, so why was he pestering her? Where had she offended him? She could correct it.
Forget it.
The Eldest Young Master was sick, his mind was unclear.
Lian Li pressed the remote control, pulling open the curtain by a third. Bright light streamed in. Jin Shi Yue narrowed his long, narrow eyes and saw the hickey on her fair neck. His sexy Adam’s apple bobbed.
Lian Li cupped the white pill in her palm and looked up at Jin Shi Yue, “Why don’t you call a doctor?”
It was no small matter for the noble Second Young Master Jin to be sick. What if he took the wrong medicine and developed complications?
Jin Shi Yue’s gaze fell on her, “Why do you need a doctor? Aren’t you the miracle drug?”
His words always made people’s minds wander.
Lian Li remained silent.
Jin Shi Yue coughed, his voice hoarse, “I need to take medicine.”
Lian Li immediately handed him the medicine and water.
The Eldest Young Master remained unmoved, spitting out three words: “No strength.”
Didn’t he have plenty of strength just now when he was pinning her down?
Lian Li’s dark, bright eyes narrowed suspiciously as she examined his expression.
“When you were sick, I shot the sun for you. When I’m sick, you just show me your beauty?”
When had he ever shot the sun for her…
Lian Li had no choice but to lean forward and personally feed the Eldest Young Master the medicine. After the medicine, she carefully fed him water.
To avoid any mistakes, she kept her eyes fixed on his lips the entire time.
They were thin and well-shaped, extremely beautiful.
Lian Li was so focused that she didn’t notice Jin Shi Yue was also staring at her alluring red lips.
She placed the cup back on the bedside table. The moment Lian Li freed her hands, Jin Shi Yue reached out and pulled her into his embrace.
Her wrist was ice-cold, his fingertips burning hot.
It was like being in a world of ice and fire.
Lian Li hadn’t even had time to react.
The man’s large hand cupped the back of her head, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
The temperature of their contact was heart-shakingly hot.
Lian Li turned her head, avoiding the heat.
Jin Shi Yue brushed aside the stray hairs by her ear, his thin lips pressed against her ear, and asked in a low, hoarse voice, “Do you know who is kissing you?”
