Her hand touched warm skin.
A twenty-year-old guy is really something—under his down jacket, he only wore a sweatshirt, and beneath that was smooth, bare skin!
With that one grab from Shen Xingyao, Pei Yanqiu reacted as if electrocuted, nearly arching his back and jumping up.
His waist and abdomen had always been sensitive; normally, no one was allowed to touch them.
Now, suddenly touched by her, and even pinched lingeringly, he instantly flushed red.
Shen Xingyao was still savoring the firm texture under her hand when she looked up and met a pair of moist eyes.
Pei Yanqiu, his eyes full of grievance, stammered, “You… what are you doing?”
Before, when she acted, it was always slapping him. How did it turn into pinching his waist now?
Feeling utterly uncomfortable all over, he thought to himself that maybe slapping was better—it would just hurt a bit more.
This pinching—he wasn’t used to it!
Shen Xingyao, though unreasonable, spoke boldly: “Taking off your clothes at a time like this—isn’t that just asking me to touch you?”
In such heavy snow, what decent man casually takes off his clothes?
Pei Yanqiu had no way to defend himself: “I didn’t have an umbrella…”
“No umbrella is no umbrella—snow falling on you won’t make you lose a piece of flesh!” Shen Xingyao scolded angrily. “If you catch a cold and need me to take care of you tomorrow, just see if I don’t slap you~”
Really, this kind of behavior that doesn’t take care of one’s health needs to be cured once and for all.
Anyway, the original host cursing Pei Yanqiu was a common occurrence, so acting like this wouldn’t break character—she could scold to her heart’s content.
Pei Yanqiu pouted pitifully, thinking a slap was about to land on his face.
Unexpectedly, she only scolded him lightly, her eyes no longer filled with the previous fury but instead seeming to hold tears, as if worried sick about him.
His heart suddenly ached, swelling with a fullness that made the corners of his mouth lift uncontrollably.
She cared about him!
She was afraid he would get sick!
Besides his mother, there was someone else who cared about him~~
Actually, Pei Yanqiu had many fans online, most of them “mom fans” who cared about him every day.
But after all, that was separated by a network cable. At times like this, when he couldn’t post freely on social media, he still felt a bit lonely.
Fortunately, she was by his side!
Shen Xingyao looked up and saw that Pei Yanqiu’s glistening tears were almost about to fall.
On the verge of tears, pitiful enough to move anyone~~
Huh?
Are you testing a comrade with this?
Did she scold him too harshly just now?
No, is he trying to fake an injury?
But though her mind shouted for reason, her hand moved without her brain’s control, reaching out to stroke his—lips?
Pink, tender, moist—they looked so kissable~~
If she kissed him now, he’d definitely cry, right?
Shen Xingyao, the bold girl, acted decisively without hesitation, lifting her head and kissing him.
“Mmm~~”
Pei Yanqiu’s eyes widened, his mind as if swept by a tsunami.
What?
How did…
they kiss?
Haven’t eaten pork, but haven’t seen a pig run?
Although Shen Xingyao had been single in her past life, she had learned plenty from novels.
Now, kissing him, she just licked a couple of times—so satisfying, so satisfying
The surrounding air seemed to be completely drained at that moment.
The sensation on his lips was too unreal—incredibly soft, carrying the unique sweet peach fragrance from her.
Most deadly of all, she actually licked him like a little dog!
That unruly warmth and softness, like a feather, gently brushed against the tightly sealed seam of his lips, once, then again.
Pei Yanqiu’s eardrums were buzzing.
His brain had short-circuited~
In contrast, Shen Xingyao’s inner self was practically going wild with joy right now.
What a steal! This round was an absolute win!
So this is what kissing feels like?
It’s quite pleasant, but not as magical as the novels make it out to be.
Still, the feel of Pei Yanqiu’s lips—no, the lip sensation—was truly exceptional.
Cool and soft, just like chilled mint jelly.
She loved it~~
Countless steamy novels she’d read before flashed through Shen Xingyao’s mind. What did the books teach again?
Oh right, at this point, she should take it step by step, pry open his teeth, and conquer like a general storming a fortress!
Comrade Shen Xingyao, the theoretical giant, decided to turn her armchair strategies into real action.
Summoning her courage, she rose slightly on her tiptoes, tentatively placed her hands on Pei Yanqiu’s broad shoulders, and then gave a firm, hard suck.
“Hiss~~”
Pei Yanqiu let out a muffled groan of pain.
This wasn’t a kiss—it was more like a puppy gnawing on a meaty bone!
The pain finally snapped Pei Yanqiu completely back to his senses.
The distance was so close that he could even see the fine down on her face and the unnatural blush spreading across her cheeks from nervousness.
Wait, is the one taking advantage actually feeling shy now?
“You…” Pei Yanqiu’s Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty. Just as he was about to speak, the slight parting of his lips gave Shen Xingyao the perfect opening.
Great opportunity!
Delighted, Shen Xingyao immediately seized the chance, determined to fully implement the “deep exchange” described in the novels.
But Pei Yanqiu had only been stunned for a moment—he wasn’t about to stay on the defensive forever.
If she could kiss, so could he!
The hunt was on…
“Mmph!” Shen Xingyao’s eyes widened in shock.
Before she could react, Pei Yanqiu had already lowered his head, taking the initiative and pressing down on her.
His kiss was like a sudden storm, giving her no chance to catch her breath, aggressively seizing complete control.
Shen Xingyao was dumbfounded—Huff… she couldn’t breathe!
What’s going on?
This isn’t how it’s written in the books!
Wasn’t the male supporting character supposed to be an abstinent, god-like figure?
Why is he so skilled? Why is he so strong?
As oxygen was slowly drained away, Shen Xingyao felt like a fish tossed onto the shore, helplessly battered by the waves.
Her hands, which had been resting on Pei Yanqiu’s shoulders, now clutched desperately at the front of his shirt as her legs grew weak.
“Mmm… wait…” She tried to voice a protest, but it was swallowed up between their pressed-together lips.
Pei Yanqiu seemed to sense her discomfort and slowed his movements slightly, but the hand cupping the back of her head didn’t loosen in the slightest.
He opened his eyes a fraction, taking in her flushed cheeks and the growing moisture in her eyes from lack of air, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction rose within him.
She didn’t know how much time had passed—so long that Shen Xingyao thought she might become the first transmigrator to suffocate from kissing—when Pei Yanqiu finally, mercifully, released her.
“Huff—huff—”
Fresh air rushed back into her lungs. Shen Xingyao gasped heavily, her legs giving way so completely that she nearly slid to the floor.
Shen Xingyao was on the verge of tears, then flushed with anger. She reached out and slapped Pei Yanqiu with no real force: “You! You’re such a scoundrel!”
The slap wasn’t heavy, but Pei Yanqiu seemed to enjoy it.
He couldn’t suppress the curve of his lips: “And who started acting like a scoundrel first?”
Shen Xingyao was furious: “Then… then your skills aren’t as good as others’ either!”
The book said it would be ecstatic and intoxicating—why did she only feel like dying?