His expression was unfriendly. Lin Yingyue wasn't stupid; she clearly couldn't admit to it under these circumstances.
So she made up an excuse.
"If my dad found out I had a rich boyfriend, he'd definitely come to cause trouble. I don't want to bring you any trouble."
The girl in front of him had a waist so slender it seemed like it would snap if he used even a little force. She looked extremely fragile.
Hearing that she was thinking of him, Song Zeqian narrowed his eyes.
He smiled.
"Since you want to play at a secret relationship, I'll obediently listen."
"But you're not allowed to eat instant noodles anymore. They have no nutrition and are bad for your health."
Lin Yingyue nodded.
She didn't actually like instant noodles that much either. Compared to them, steak and foie gras were far better.
It was just that she was too poor in high school. A pack of instant noodles only cost three yuan, convenient and filling.
Now that she was in college, she could work part-time and already earn enough to support herself.
She poured the noodle soup into the sink.
Just after washing the pot, she turned around and found Song Zeqian still leaning against her small desk, showing no sign of leaving.
The room wasn't big, and he stood there, tall and long-legged, taking up space.
Lin Yingyue walked closer. "Why aren't you leaving yet?"
Instead, Song Zeqian took two steps closer to her.
Up close, Lin Yingyue caught a crisp, moist scent mixed with his usual cool fragrance—clearly the smell of him after a shower.
Song Zeqian leaned in, his large hand gripping her waist.
It was barely a handful.
"You..." Lin Yingyue instinctively wanted to shrink back, but he held her firmly in place.
"I've been good. I haven't let anyone know we're together," his voice dropped low, his breath brushing against her earlobe. "Don't you think you should reward me?"
Lin Yingyue's ear went numb, and she instantly understood the subtext in his words.
Was it what she thought it meant?
But in the original plot, hadn't the Male Lead only touched the female supporting character that one time, and never again?
The dim, ambiguous light cast his sharply defined profile in half-light and half-shadow.
Her body stiffened, unsure where to even start.
Holy crap, what was going on here?
A honey trap, one of the thirty-six stratagems of love, or the biggest joke under heaven?
Song Zeqian lowered his head, his warm lips brushing faintly against her snow-white earlobe. Feeling the person in his arms tremble, he murmured softly:
"How is every part of you so soft..."
Lin Yingyue's cheeks flushed red.
"I said we'd start with kissing and cuddling."
She was too delicate; last time, she had suffered quite a bit.
"I did say that."
"Last time, Baby passed out several times. I'll wait until I fatten you up a bit before we go further."
Lin Yingyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
His slender fingertips touched her burning cheek. "We'll start with kissing."
A muscular arm wrapped around Lin Yingyue's waist, pulling her towards him.
Lin Yingyue lost her balance and instinctively grabbed his arm with her fingertips.
Song Zeqian: "Girlfriend, your turn."
Lin Yingyue was stunned.
What, she had to do it?
She had never kissed anyone before she transmigrated into the book.
And that night, it was less of a kiss and more of Lin Yingyue being bitten one-sidedly.
So Lin Yingyue had no kissing experience.
But on second thought, if she let Song Zeqian, a Male Lead from a smutty novel with strong desires, take the lead, she'd probably be kissed until she cried.
The events of that night were still vivid in her mind.
This was probably already the special treatment Song Zeqian was giving her.
So, she carefully leaned in, holding her breath.
Her fingertips tried to find purchase on Song Zeqian's shoulders.
Song Zeqian's expression was blank, simply watching her calmly.
A light, airy kiss landed on Song Zeqian's lips, brushing past like a feather.
Very, very light.
Yet it caused a hint of crimson to stain Song Zeqian's originally dark eyes, and his long, dark lashes trembled violently.
Soft and springy, like a cherry blossom jelly.
Lin Yingyue simply pressed her lips against his for a few seconds before pulling away.
"Is this okay?"
Seeing that Song Zeqian didn't react for a long time, she thought her kissing skills were too poor.
"I'm not very good at it..."
Song Zeqian snapped out of it, then looked at her and smiled happily.
"First kiss?"
Lin Yingyue nodded.
His eyes instantly darkened.
"It's okay that you don't know how."
"I'll teach you."
The moment the words fell, he covered her lips with his.
At first, it was gentle, a guiding kind of friction.
He kissed very lightly, like a feather skimming the water's surface, just pressing against her, slowly rubbing.
Slowly tracing the shape of her lips, sucking on her soft, full lower lip.
At some point, his long fingers had threaded into her hair, and his sucking became greedier.
His thumb rubbed against the delicate skin on the side of her neck, forcing her to tilt her head back and take it.
He reminded her.
"I'm going to kiss you harder now."
"Baby, open your mouth."
Something slid inside.
Lin Yingyue let out a muffled groan, startled by the sudden heat.
The strong, crisp scent made it hard for her to breathe for a moment.
The gentleness vanished abruptly, replaced by an overwhelming plunder.
Lin Yingyue was pressed heavily into his arms, almost unable to catch her breath.
Song Zeqian didn't close his eyes. He looked down at her, and the small vermilion mole at the corner of Lin Yingyue's eye looked especially alluring under the dim light.
Her body went weak, her legs powerless, her entire face flushed an enticing pink.
The fingertips clinging to his shoulders were losing their strength.
If he hadn't been holding her tightly by the waist, she would have already slid to the floor.
Song Zeqian lifted her by the back of her thighs, easily pinning her against the door. He held her calf and made her straddle his lean, powerful waist.
Lin Yingyue could clearly feel the heat where their hard hip bones pressed together.
Her porcelain-white face bloomed with a faint pink flush.
Small, choked sobs escaped from her sealed lips, the corners of her eyes reddening as crystal-clear tears seeped out.
Song Zeqian wiped them away with his thumb, but the tears kept flowing endlessly.
Looking at the girl's tear-blurred appearance, he let out a hoarse, low laugh, his voice rough.
"Baby, are you made of taxes? How come there's so much water everywhere?"
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