When Yu Zexiao heard that sentence, his whole being seemed to soften, and the hand that was holding her slender waist couldn’t help but tighten slightly.
However, after that, a continuous string of "Zexiao, I love you" resonated like the lingering sound around beams, echoing in his ears and reverberating in his heart.
He bowed his head slightly and saw her in front of him with a soft and tender expression, her eyes stealing bright and gentle rays of light. Her rosy lips parted slightly, and from them came one "I love you" after another, surely the sweetest sentence in the world!
Seeing him bow his head to look at her, Jian Anning’s face bloomed with a broad smile, "Zexiao, I love you! I love... Mmm..."
The rest of her words never came out.
It was Yu Zexiao who gently sealed her lips with his.
It wasn’t their first kiss, but unlike in the past—whether he was as fierce as a typhoon, as gentle as a warm spring breeze, or as passionate as a summer evening breeze—none was as tender and considerate, as ardent and soothing as this one.
He wanted to be wild, but he feared that such wildness would harm her. Therefore, in their lingering kisses, an indescribable gentleness unavoidably entwined. It was as if he were treating her like a treasured jewel, cradling her in the palm of his hand.
She could naturally feel his change, far gentler than his usual attitude of diving in without any consideration once he got a taste.
How fortunate she was in this life, to be able to foresee him?
In others’ eyes, he was a handsome gentleman born into nobility, and crucially, someone who would neither betray nor entice other women.
In the gentle entwinement, his kisses trailed down her cheeks, slowly gliding to her slender neck and then to her pretty collarbone.
All she felt was Yu Zexiao nibbling like a little fish, softly sucking bit by bit, his moist warmth of touch slowly descending, bringing with it his passion and treasuring. And accompanying it was the slight prickliness of his hair gently scratching her chin and shoulder, like an invisible small hand tickling her. His hot breath, meanwhile, accompanied his kisses and slowly exhaled onto her exposed, fair skin, like tiny electric currents gently bouncing on her body when taking off a sweater in winter.
"Mmm~~~~," it was when Yu Zexiao landed on the small hollow above her collarbone. The slightly rough texture of his tongue gently grazing her collarbone felt like a fierce flame burning in winter, engulfing her entirely!
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"Ze, Zexiao..." Her eyes brimmed with mist, and her whole body shook uncontrollably. It was an emotion mixed with joy and tenderness, excitement and apprehension, nearly impossible to contain!
Normally, she wasn’t very enthusiastic about doing that kind of thing. But at that moment, from deep within her heart, a surge of indescribable emotion arose, like a breeze sweeping through a quiet valley or flames leaping on wood—suddenly, she felt an intense desire to merge with him! From her heart, it burst to her head, and from her brain, it rushed instantly to every limb!