In the sweltering heat of summer, everyone loves eating ice cream to combat the high temperatures. That temporary chill makes people unable to stop themselves from taking bite after bite.
Wen Conghan never felt this was a good habit; she even felt that such coldness was a betrayal of the fiery season. She had heard people say that eating too many popsicles, or eating them too fast, during such a hot season was bad for the body.
Therefore, on the rare occasions her mother gave her a popsicle, she always ate it very slowly. Taking tiny, gentle bites, she ensured it would not melt and drip all over her hands, nor would she eat so fast that she would get a brain freeze.
Back then, her Mama would always stroke Wen Conghan’s head and say, “My baby is such a self-disciplined, good child.”
Her Mami, however, would say with a hint of a smile, “It will be for the best if she can remain this self-disciplined when she meets someone she likes in the future. Let us hope she does not lose all restraint and turn into a little glutton when the time comes.”
How had Wen Conghan replied to Mami back then?
Having just finished a popsicle, she looked up to counter Mami’s words, “Mami assumes the baby will do what Mami does. Shame on you!”
It was not until today, when Wen Conghan could eat without inhibition, that she realized Mami was indeed right.
The restraint and self-discipline she took pride in were defenseless in front of the person she loved. She was worse than the greediest child eating a popsicle; she ate faster and remained even more unsatisfied.
Perhaps Mama and Mami were the ones who truly knew Wen Conghan best. She finally paused for a brief moment and let out a satisfied sigh.
Long, long ago, from the very first moment she saw Ji Mianyue, Wen Conghan had wanted to do this. It was not a simple kiss, not a fleeting touch, and not a mere taste. It was tireless, a relentless entanglement, even to the point where Ji Mianyue was now continuously swatting at her shoulders.
The satisfaction was not just physical; it was psychological. That fulfillment felt like the very first bite of a popsicle on a scorching summer day. The chill instantly dispelled all the heat, making it impossible to stop.
Ji Mianyue felt that the kiss was gentle at the start, exactly like the Wen Conghan in her memory. But once Wen Conghan pried her open, things began to go wrong. The kiss turned into a gale, a rainstorm, and everything she could not withstand.
Consequently, her original nervousness vanished because her head was spinning. She could no longer clearly distinguish what she was even doing. As oxygen began to deplete, Ji Mianyue felt the dizziness grow heavier. It was only then that she started batting at Wen Conghan’s shoulders.
It was useless; it was utterly useless.
The expected reprieve did not come, and the corners of Ji Mianyue’s eyes grew moist. Yet, at the same time, she could not deny the pleasure of the kiss. Wen Conghan was simply too good at kissing. The sensation made Ji Mianyue feel like a sacrificial offering presented of her own volition.
Pleasure and suffocation ran parallel. Ji Mianyue felt as if she were being rewarded and coerced all at once. She could not untruthfully say she felt only pain, nor could she say she felt only pleasure. Pain and pleasure were like twins, wandering between her and Wen Conghan’s lips and teeth.
“No,” Ji Mianyue whispered.
When Ji Mianyue uttered those words, she was surprised by the coquettishness in her own voice. She did not sound like she was being bullied; she sounded like she had been thoroughly, deeply loved.
Ji Mianyue coughed with effort before speaking again. “You cannot kiss me anymore.”
Ji Mianyue tried to make herself sound serious, but as she turned her head away, afraid to look at Wen Conghan, she exposed her ears. They were pink; one look was enough to tell the temperature there was currently very high.
“Then let us rest for a while,” Wen Conghan suggested.
Wen Conghan rarely disagreed, but her hand remained hooked around Ji Mianyue’s waist. During the kiss, she had even moved her hand up an inch. Thus, the atmosphere became dangerous once again.
“Why will you not stop?” Ji Mianyue tried to keep her voice from sounding different, but her hand was still resting on Wen Conghan’s shoulder.
Soft, small, and warm, the temperature made it so Wen Conghan did not want to leave at all. She still wanted to kiss her.
“Mianyue, it is obviously because we do not have much time left to practice.”
Wen Conghan’s voice was very quiet, but only because the distance between them was so small. It was so close that Ji Mianyue could hear the sentence perfectly and could not pretend otherwise. It was very tempting, much like that apple in the Garden of Eden. It hung right there on the tree, so brilliant and red that one look was enough to see its crimson luster. It must be crisp and delicious, it must be sweet and juicy, and it must be even sweeter than it looked.
So, Wen Conghan decided to treat herself to a taste of this apple. She was by no means an understanding or kind-hearted person. If Heaven existed, Wen Conghan knew she would certainly belong to Hell.
“Then, then kiss me slower,” Ji Mianyue pleaded.
Hearing that reason, Ji Mianyue did not reject the kissing. The feeling was truly wonderful, but she was also genuinely a bit scared. Ji Mianyue had no idea how seductive she looked right now, with her eyes watery and filled with a mix of shyness and trepidation.
Wen Conghan wanted to kiss her; she wanted to kiss her so badly. Was the desire to eat ice cream to her heart’s content in summer similar to how she felt now? Wen Conghan suddenly felt that eating many popsicles in the summer was an understandable act.
“No. If I kiss you slowly, what if you do not learn how to catch your breath?”
Wen Conghan countered Ji Mianyue’s request, her face still wearing that expression of concern.
“We do not have much time to take things slow, Mianyue. I will try my best to go a bit slower, okay?”
There was only one reason Wen Conghan would not agree to Ji Mianyue’s request: she had absolutely no confidence in her own self-control. Especially now, having just tasted the most thirst-quenching, heat-dispelling bite.
Hearing this answer, Ji Mianyue opened her mouth but did not know what to say. Because Ji Mianyue’s mouth was open, Wen Conghan’s gaze fell upon it. She really was not a good person. Looking at the lips she had already kissed until they were slightly swollen and red, she only wanted to kiss them more.
If she kissed them more, would they turn even redder? Moreover, she did not want to kiss just this one mouth. She wanted to kiss more than just one place until it was swollen. Wen Conghan was a person of great curiosity, and since she was curious, she had to put it into practice.
She sealed Ji Mianyue’s lips, giving her no chance to regret.
After Shen Yuxin finished comforting her wife, she wanted to come up and check on the two children. In her eyes, knowing Ji Mianyue’s personality as such a soft and harmless child, if she really had someone she liked, she would definitely tell her Mama and Mami.
Therefore, the matter between Ji Mianyue and Wen Conghan was most likely just two kids playing around. With a heart-to-heart talk, the matter should be easily resolved. Yes, that is what Shen Yuxin thought. Until she saw Wen Conghan pinching Ji Mianyue’s waist and kissing her, she had been firm in her belief. From the moment she saw that, Shen Yuxin began to doubt her judgment for the first time.
When an extra person appeared at the door, Wen Conghan saw Shen Yuxin. The beautiful lady just stood there at the door, her eyes full of surprise. Having been caught in the act, Wen Conghan felt no guilt or panic. She merely spared a glance before returning her focus to Ji Mianyue’s face.
Being stared at, Ji Mianyue had long since closed her eyes in embarrassment. She happened to open them and saw Wen Conghan’s eyes again. Those eyes that could speak, that could strip a person’s clothes off, and that could see right through someone.
“Do not look,” Ji Mianyue whispered. She felt she could not take that gaze. She closed her eyes again and tried to cover Wen Conghan’s eyes with her hand.
Sensing Ji Mianyue’s intention, Wen Conghan directly caught her hand in her palm. Their fingers intertwined, not allowing Ji Mianyue to move an inch.
Watching from the doorway, Shen Yuxin began to feel worried for the first time. She was afraid Wen Conghan was using emotions to coerce Ji Mianyue. No, she definitely had to have a talk with Wen Conghan.
When Shen Yuxin appeared at Wen Conghan’s door that evening, there was not a hint of surprise in Wen Conghan’s eyes.
“So, what does Ms. Shen want to talk to me about? Asking me to break up with Mianyue?”
Her tone was completely different from her gentleness in the morning. The nighttime Wen Conghan was like a blade suddenly baring its edge. With just a beam of moonlight, the cold glint of the knife was enough to make anyone’s heart skip a beat.
“Yes, I hope you will break up with Mianyue.”