His hot lips pressed against hers. In that instant, all sounds around them vanished, leaving only the rapid thumping of their hearts—a staccato rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
When it was 'fast,' it was when Ye Yansheng gently traced her lip line; when it was 'slow,' it was when he just pressed his lips against hers without moving, leaving her heart itching and racing less.
These emotional fluctuations made her feel like her heart no longer belonged to her, as if it would leap out of her chest to be released—what the hell?
His lips carried a minty scent, seeping into her mouth—cool and refreshing. She could feel his tongue dart out and retract, which made her widen her eyes in shock, her eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably, looking incredibly endearing.
Ye Yansheng didn't close his eyes. Instead, he looked down at her with a faint gaze. Suddenly, a mischievous thought arose—he wanted to see her reaction while being kissed.
Sure enough, she was still dazed, but he found it delightful.
So he half-closed his eyes, gazing tenderly into the depths of hers. Song Guanyu was infected by his expression, feeling as if she had fallen into a whirlpool, unsure of what to do. Her mind went blank, and she forgot what she was about to do.
Ye Yansheng pulled back slightly, his hand cupping her neck, his thumb gently stroking the delicate skin on the side of her neck. He could feel her carotid artery pulsating violently, as if the blood under his fingertip was scorching hot.
Burning to the touch.
He suddenly raised an eyebrow, his eyes curving. "Miss Song, kissing isn't done like that." The roguish look rivaled the elegant yet unruly male models in magazines; the brightness and mischief in his eyes blended perfectly.
Song Guanyu was dizzy. "Then how should it be done?" Her pink lips were a bit redder now, roughened from his nibbling.
Ye Yansheng leaned in, tilting his head slightly, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. The mole on her nose made her look alluring and beautiful. He leaned in and gave a light peck.
Then his lashes lowered, his gaze moving slowly from her pert nose upward, and he smiled gently.
At this distance, Song Guanyu clearly saw the faint wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes.
At that moment, perhaps bewitched by Ye Yansheng's aggressive aura, she even thought that wrinkles suited him perfectly, making him look handsome.
He spoke in a hypnotic tone, deepening his voice: "Miss Song, open your mouth so I can kiss you better." As soon as she said "Ah," his lips swooped down, covering hers completely.
Then came their first real kiss, with intense lip-and-tongue action, sucking and biting.
"Mmph!" Song Guanyu didn't know why he suddenly acted like this, but his tongue exploring her mouth felt strange and soft.
So a single rose had such magic? Then she'd have to give him one every day.
That would build their marital bond, and then her elusive inspiration would come soon!
Ye Yansheng, who was kissing her intently, seemed to sense her distraction. He increased the intensity slightly, becoming more forceful, as if wanting to absorb all her oxygen so she couldn't focus elsewhere.
He kissed her until her face flushed bright red, and her skin began to turn pink. The hand on her waist suddenly showed bulging veins and clear lines, indicating the man's restraint and control.
Song Guanyu had never experienced such passionate kissing; she couldn't handle such an aggressive kiss. Her hands crumpled the fabric of Ye Yansheng's pajamas on his chest. He felt it and only let go when her breathing became rapid.
The man's eyes were now unfathomably deep. He gently patted her back to help her breathe in and out until Song Guanyu gradually recovered. Then he said hoarsely, "You need to breathe when kissing, Miss Song. Remember to breathe next time."
After speaking, he quickly turned his back to her.
Song Guanyu: "..." She saw his earlobes were oddly red again, but this time much redder.
Then the oven dinged, breaking the sultry atmosphere in the room. Song Guanyu's eyes were red and watery from the kiss, her whole body feeling soaked. She glared at Ye Yansheng's back with an indignant, bristling look.
Only in her mind she gritted her teeth: You want a next time! No next time!
Her mouth hurt now. She touched it—it felt a bit swollen and sore. How would she explain it to the makeup artist later... How could Ye Yansheng, who seemed so calm, kiss with such force?
Conclusion: He must be a secretly passionate man.
Song Guanyu thought so.
What Ye Yansheng had just done was inhuman; he seemed ready to devour her, which actually frightened her a bit.
Author's Note:
Birth mother muttering: ...The calmer they seem, the more dangerous they are, ahem. Secretly passionate confirmed! (Evil grin)