Jun Moyan stretched out his hand, moving closer to her, his warm palm covering her small face, his long fingers sinking into her hair.
His thumb gently stroked her delicate eyebrows, eyes, nose...
His tender gaze meticulously surveyed her exquisite features, as if he wanted to etch her face into his heart, to remember for a lifetime.
Yet unbeknownst to him, her face, this person, had already taken residence in his heart.
Everyone in Wu Garden knew he liked Wen Xiao’ai, except for himself.
He still thought of Xiaoguai as just Xiaoguai.
His fingertip moved from her delicate nose, slowly landing on her lips.
Jun Moyan, with a hint of inebriation in his eyes, fixated on her lips, unable to look away.
All sorts of images flashed before his eyes.
There was Wen Xiao’ai in the office, tiptoeing, pouting her lips for him to bite; there was that night when Wen Xiao’ai hugged his neck, suckling on it like a baby bottle; there was him carrying her, her kissing his face; and the vision from two nights before, her wanting to kiss him...
Jun Moyan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze on Wen Xiao’ai starting to burn with passion.
His fingers twitched, grazing her plump, rosy lips, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
His breathing and heartbeat began to quicken, gradually losing their rhythm.
He didn’t know if it was the alcohol’s doing or a burgeoning affection in his heart, desire wreaking havoc.
Jun Moyan, suddenly losing control under his brain’s command, drew closer to Wen Xiao’ai, closer and closer... his cool, thin lips pressed against her sweet, rosy ones.
As their lips met, Jun Moyan froze completely. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on NoveI★Fire.net
Absolutely clueless about what he was doing.
Just the most primal lust compelling him to continue uncontrollably.
The softness of her lips and the faint milky fragrance between them clouded his mind, and Jun Moyan, in a heated impulse, moved his lips, wanting to deepen the kiss.
He clumsily nipped at her lips, savoring her sweetness until he became addicted...
He seemed to forget that she was Xiaoguai, yet was acutely aware that she was.
Jun Moyan kissed her with abandon, shifting slightly, his upper body pressing down on Wen Xiao’ai, his fingers entwined in her hair clenching tighter.
Gradually, he wasn’t satisfied with what he had, craving more.
Just as Jun Moyan was about to go further, the soundly sleeping Wen Xiao’ai, perhaps influenced by him, or perhaps itching for milk or dreaming of something tasty.
A thunderclap exploded in Jun Moyan’s brain, leaving him completely dazed.
He was utterly stunned, his body stiff, motionless.
As his brain slowly regained clarity, Jun Moyan’s eyes gradually widened, beholding Wen Xiao’ai, still with eyes closed but with an restless mouth, panic and disarray filling his gaze.
Finally coming to his senses, Jun Moyan quickly let go of Wen Xiao’ai and sat up.
The object in her mouth suddenly gone, Wen Xiao’ai smacked her lips twice, seemingly longing for more.
Jun Moyan, watching the still sleeping Wen Xiao’ai, had his brain short-circuit completely.
His hands instantly clenched into fists, grabbing the bedsheet below him tightly, his eyes unblinkingly on Wen Xiao’ai, his brain yet to resume normal thought and function.