Chapter 278: Chapter 278: Shall We Become a Real Husband and Wife? Chapter 278: Chapter 278: Shall We Become a Real Husband and Wife? Ye Chuyi’s face turned red in an instant.
Fortunately, he had turned off the lights, and the room was now so dim that he couldn’t see her flushed face.
True to his word, he said he would kiss her and indeed leaned down to kiss her.
However, he kissed her forehead instead.
Ye Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief, this… seemed acceptable.
But the next second, his kiss landed on her lips.
It was light as a dragonfly skimming the water, very light, very gentle.
Yet Ye Chuyi was still deeply shaken, and her whole body trembled.
She wanted to push him away, but he held her tight, kissing her once more.
Starting softly and deepening progressively, their breaths melded together; she didn’t know how to kiss, and he didn’t seem very practiced either, both carrying a hint of greenness.
But soon, Sheng Tingyuan went on the offensive, and as Ye Chuyi tried to escape, he strongly held the back of her neck, forcing her to tilt her head back and accept him.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally stopped with difficulty.
“Chuyi,”
his voice was husky, with an addictively sexy tone, “Shall we be a real husband and wife?”
He lifted her hand to his heart.
Feeling his intensely pounding heart, Ye Chuyi realized that his heartbeat was even faster than hers.
She couldn’t answer whether that was good or bad, as she herself was bewildered.
Using the faint moonlight, she reached out and caressed his face.
He was truly handsome, with a straight nose, star-like brows and sword-shaped eyes, even his jawline so superior and perfect.
His temperament was cold, yet so innocent.
In all their days of marriage, he had never forced her.
Even to kiss her, he would always inform her in advance.
Sheng Tingyuan hadn’t expected her to touch his face voluntarily, and his heartbeat quickened a notch; he grasped her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently, “Do I disgust you?”
Ye Chuyi was startled, unsure why he was asking; she shook her head, “No, I don’t.”
“Then do you like me?”
Ye Chuyi fell silent, realizing he was waiting there for her answer.
“Chuyi, answer me, do you like me?”
Ye Chuyi remained silent.
“Speak, say you like me.”
Ye Chuyi’s eyelashes trembled.
Sheng Tingyuan lowered his head, lifted her chin, and kissed her again.
Ye Chuyi’s breathing grew rapid; she tried to push him away but didn’t succeed, instead inviting a deeper kiss from him.
It took a while before Sheng Tingyuan released her.
He looked down at her lips, swollen from his kisses, their sheen moist and exceptionally tempting.
A strange sense of satisfaction arose within him, and he couldn’t resist reaching out to caress her lower belly.
No sooner had his hand touched her than he felt her tremble in his arms, and then, she held his hand still.
Clearly, she did not permit him to go further.
Though he hadn’t planned to proceed further, his voice was gentle, with a tenderness he hadn’t noticed himself, “Don’t be afraid, we’ll take it step by step, and when you can accept me, we’ll do it…”
At that, Ye Chuyi could no longer focus on holding his hand; in her panic, she covered his mouth, unwilling to let him continue.
Sheng Tingyuan smiled, kissed her fingers tenderly, and then removed her hand and leaned down to kiss her a third time.
His earlier awkwardness was gone, replaced by a growing proficiency.
Ye Chuyi felt dizzied by his kisses; she had never known that being kissed by him would feel so special, her heart almost leaping from her chest, her brain sending her a pleasant sensation such that even the force with which she pushed him grew tender, almost coquettish.
Sitting on his lap, she could feel his response, but his self-control was astonishing — after kissing her, he carried her to the bed, tucked her under the blanket, and reminded her, “Go to sleep, call me if you need anything, or even if you don’t.”
He bent down to kiss her forehead before leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind him.
Curled up under the covers, Ye Chuyi had an uneasy feeling that her impression of being entirely indifferent to him might not be true.
As she had expected, resisting him was exceptionally difficult.
He had left, yet her heart was still pounding violently, her cheeks still hot.
Tossing and turning in bed, it took her a long time to suppress the strangeness in her heart and fall into a deep sleep.