29: Chapter 29 This is What You Call a Kiss 29: Chapter 29 This is What You Call a Kiss “Young Master Chen, please, I can’t be without Xiao Ji, if you must punish someone, punish me, please spare him…” An Ruo’s face was covered in tears, and An Ji felt horrible, as if someone had viciously stabbed him several times with a knife, the pain made him wish to die immediately.
“You’re not allowed to die!” An Ruo let out a sharp, fearful cry, startling everyone around.
Tang Yuchen leaned forward, lifting her chin with one finger, looking at her tear-streaked face.
He smiled slightly, “An Ruo, did you just say that if I spare him, you will agree to anything I ask?”
An Ruo nodded hurriedly, “Yes, I will agree to anything you want!”
“Your pride, your principles, and even your chastity won’t be your priorities anymore?”
“Yes!” she answered affirmatively.
If it meant Xiao Ji would be safe, what would those principles amount to?
Tang Yuchen smiled with satisfaction, he pulled her to her feet, and An Ruo, not knowing what he was going to do, obediently sat down beside him.
The man caressed her fair and delicate hands, his enchanting dark eyes fixated on her, his voice deep and suggestive, “If I ask you to please me right now, can you do it?”
An Ruo was stunned, her pale face flush with shame and anger.
With so many people around, was he deliberately trying to humiliate and embarrass her?
An Ruo glanced at An Ji, who was struggling to breathe.
A determined look flashed across her eyes.
“All right!” Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around Tang Yuchen’s neck, An Ruo trembling, pressed her lips to his seductive thin ones.
She didn’t know how to kiss and could only imagine what to do, touching his lips clumsily, barely understanding yet adorably naïve in a way that was hard to dislike.
Tang Yuchen’s eyes gently closed, his gaze deep as he watched her.
An Ruo gently closed her eyes, her long, curled eyelashes trembling slightly, like a dark butterfly vibrating in the snow, creating a picturesque scene of natural beauty.
A tear dropped from beneath her lashes, trickling down her cool little face, falling between their joined lips, letting him taste the flavor of her tears.
A faint, salty taste, and a taste of sadness…
Tang Yuchen’s eyes darkened, frighteningly deep.
He abruptly grasped the back of her head, becoming proactive and deepening their kiss.
Compared to her awkwardness, his kiss was skilled and stirring.
A lengthy kiss slowly ended, the man spoke softly near her lips, “Remember, this is what a kiss is.”
An Ruo’s face turned a deep red, her eyes anxiously flitted about, “Okay, I’ve got it, can you save Xiao Ji now?”
Tang Yuchen let her go, his long fingers tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle as if he were a loving partner.
He clapped his hands and immediately someone brought forward a spray bottle, applied it near An Ji’s nose, and after inhaling the medication, An Ji’s breathing slowly stabilized.
“Xiao Ji, how are you feeling now, better?” An Ruo held his hand, asking with concern.
“Sis, I’m much better.” An Ji leaned on her, drawing warmth from her body, his dependency a result of his previous suffering.
Only then did An Ruo’s heart truly settle.
She hugged Xiao Ji tightly, still fearful inside; thankfully, Xiao Ji was alright, otherwise, she wouldn’t know what to do.
Tang Yuchen watched the siblings, An Ji meeting his gaze.