So the problem was Chu Lulin.
When he kissed her, he gave her the feeling of devoutly handling a hard-won treasure.
There was no possession, no plunder—only careful care and the cherishing of something rare.
It was this illusion of being treasured that easily made one sink into it.
At that moment, she even felt in a daze that Chu Lulin seemed to pour his entire soul into that tender, lingering kiss.
But Jian Ran had to admit that even such a brief taste of a kiss inexplicably aroused a craving deep in her bones.
She was getting addicted.
Jian Ran bit her lip, glanced at Chu Lulin, then quickly typed a message and sent it.
The phone in his pocket buzzed lightly. Chu Lulin took it out and looked at it, puzzled.
[I liked it too.]
He looked over with confusion, mouthing, "Sent to the wrong person?"
Jian Ran raised an eyebrow and gave him an expression that said, 'How could that be?'
But she didn't keep him in suspense for long. Soon, she sent another message, giving the first half of the sentence.
[Kissing you.]
Last night, he had asked if she liked it, but her mind was blank and she didn't answer. Now she could give him her answer.
She also really liked kissing him.
Chu Lulin was stunned for a moment, looking at her in disbelief.
Jian Ran tugged the corner of her mouth, clearly satisfied with his reaction.
She deliberately teased him, quickly typing another line in the dialog box: [But big sister prefers it a bit more aggressive.]
After the message was sent, Jian Ran felt satisfied. She mischievously unilaterally ended this exchange of 'flirting with eyes while secretly communicating,' and turned her attention back to the mahjong table.
Hey—let him be anxious for a while.
But when Jian Ran felt she had teased him enough and looked up again, she found Chu Lulin was no longer in the room.
Could she have overdone the teasing and driven him away?
Just as she was wondering, her phone vibrated with a message.
[Chu Lulin: Big sister, come out for a moment.]
Come out?
Where? No specific address.
Although puzzled, Jian Ran's body was honest. She quietly stood up and walked out of the game room.
She looked around the entrance but didn't see Chu Lulin. After a moment of confusion, she decided to walk toward the main gate.
But before she had taken a few steps, as she passed a corridor, Chu Lulin suddenly appeared at the corner.
Jian Ran was startled. "How did you..."
Before she could finish, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her directly into the nearby restroom.
The door closed, and Jian Ran's back pressed against it. His burning lips followed her breath, pressing down, covering hers.
Her teeth were forcefully pried open, her tongue sucked, licked, rubbed...
Chu Lulin held the back of her head with one hand and her waist with the other, kissing fiercely and domineeringly, as if he wanted to devour her.
Jian Ran's legs gradually weakened from the kiss, and she could only support herself against the door.
Just as she felt she couldn't breathe, Chu Lulin finally let her go, lightly pecking her lips and chuckling softly, "Big sister, breathe."
Jian Ran buried her face in his chest, gasping for air. It took a long while for her to recover.
She glared at him indignantly. "I don't need you to teach me! I know how!"
Who was the sugar daddy here? Even kissing needed someone to teach her how to breathe—it made her look so inexperienced.
Chu Lulin raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh."
A blatant provocation.
How could Jian Ran tolerate that? She immediately turned passive into active, pushing Chu Lulin to sit on the sink behind him.
She leaned forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted a hard kiss on his lips.
Chu Lulin was stunned for a moment, but quickly seemed to adapt to the situation. Half-heartedly, he wrapped one arm around her waist, placed the other on the sink, and tilted his chin up slightly.
He assumed a pose of being at her mercy.
There was only a recessed ceiling light in the restroom, its brightness deliberately dimmed to a warm tone.
The dim yellow light, as if wrapped in a hazy filter, made him look unexpectedly soft.
In such an atmosphere, Jian Ran set aside her initial pettiness. She bent down and gently pressed her lips against his, kissing him unhurriedly.
She finally got to hold that longed-for lip bead, gently nibbling and tugging...