Without any hesitation, He Zhilan put the moves he taught her into action, gazing at him with her smiling eyes. She slightly lifted her head and connected her lips to his.
Undoubtedly, her moves were all designed for just one thing, a stolen kiss.
Unlike previous sneaky quick pecks, this time, He Zhilan was not content with only a fleeting taste.
The moment their lips met, her tongue took the initiative, gaining entry into his territory while He Teng was caught off guard.
Her hands tightly circled his neck, constantly pressing down, giving him no chance to pull away. Her legs even wound tightly around his waist like a snake.
Yet for He Teng, a single kiss was enough to stir his emotions. Her kisses, her lips, her tongue and her enticing affection were enough to make him fall a little further with each second.
Even if he wasn’t entirely clear about what kind of emotion love represented in He Zhilan’s vocabulary, sometimes, the body’s reactions are more honest and smarter than one’s reasoning.
Her stolen kisses each brought him hidden joy that he couldn’t suppress, and her dependence on him was gradually making it hard for him to deny her.
Just like now, she was inviting him to savour their kiss, and he found himself sinking even deeper than her.
He Teng didn’t know exactly when he began to turn the tables, a fervor running through his veins that almost made him wish to consume the woman beneath him.
It was at this moment that a vague feeling seemed to be ready to burst forth in his heart.
How great would it be if she was only his He Zhilan? How wonderful would it be if she didn’t have so many roads to follow that he couldn’t catch up with?
How blissful would it be for him if He Zhilan was just his beloved woman?
Her naughtiness, her cleverness, even her deception in the past, he was willing to taste them all.
If it weren’t for the gradually clearer sounds of He Dongxue and Kang Xing’s conversation approaching, maybe that single kiss would have just been the beginning of their night.
He Dongxue and Kang Xing, seeing the door of the guest house open, strode in. They wondered why He Zhilan and He Teng weren’t out for a walk.
However, the sight that greeted them when they reached the door, left them dumbfounded. They discovered the two entwined and passionately kissing on the bed.
He Teng suddenly broke away from He Zhilan, ending their kiss. But seeing the blushing and smiling woman on the bed, He Teng’s heart involuntarily skipped a beat.
Recalling his loss of self-control and abandonment, he was unsure how to face the current situation with He Zhilan.
"You and Dongxue should sleep now," said He Teng abruptly as he quickly turned and left the room.
"Kang Xing, go and check on my brother. I’m going in. See you tomorrow!" After pushing Kang Xing, He Dongxue went into the room, closed the door and walked towards He Zhilan. Unlike the flustered He Teng, He Zhilan appeared much sweeter and happier, "Sis, what’s going on between you and my brother? Didn’t you two divorce?"
"Didn’t I tell you? Your brother and I are going to get back together sooner or later! He always talks about not getting remarried, but he still likes me in his heart. But I guess even he doesn’t realize that because he’s such a blockhead!"
He Zhilan lightly touched her lips. He Teng had kissed her passionately, for quite a long time. Now, her lips were slightly swollen. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell what she had just gone through.