Chapter 111: A Deep Kiss

Sweet, soft, and smooth.
The touch was as intoxicating as ever.
The warmth from his lips, carrying his unique scent of desire, made Meng Yi’er’s eyelashes flutter slightly.
The taste of the kiss seemed... not bad at all.
Unlike before, she found herself not rejecting his kiss for the first time; the corners of her lips lifted faintly as she blankly let him kiss her.
Feeling his breath grow hotter and more fervent, burning against her skin, Meng Yi’er’s heart suddenly trembled. She looked at him nervously.
“Yan...”
Just as she was about to speak, he seized the moment to dominantly pry open her teeth, his nimble tongue invading her mouth, advancing deeply, and beginning to roam freely between her lips and teeth.
His kiss suddenly became wildly passionate, his lips and tongue ravaging her mouth with intense desire, as if electric currents began to surge through her limbs and bones.
The unfamiliar sensations coursing through her body snapped Meng Yi’er back to reality. She opened her eyes in alarm and reached out to push him away, only to find her slender wrist firmly grasped by the man and pinned to either side of her body.
His fervor frightened her; she struggled, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not break free from his hold.
His kiss was too forceful, too ardent, not even granting her a chance to catch her breath.
Her limbs gradually weakened, and she had no choice but to cease struggling.
Only when she felt the air in her chest being slowly drained, as if she might cease breathing at any moment, did Yan Yichen finally release her gently.

At last given space, Meng Yi’er clutched tightly at his shirt, breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed a deep rosy hue, and her starry eyes shimmering with a hint of misty haze.
Her lips, ravaged by his kiss, were slightly swollen, glistening with an alluring moist sheen.
He pressed his forehead against hers; their ragged, heated breaths intertwined and merged, delving deeper into each other with every inhale.
The man suddenly gasped and spoke, his voice low and husky, barely audible.
“You like me, don’t you!?”
The words sounded both like a question and a statement.
Meng Yi’er said nothing, only lifting the corners of her lips faintly before bashfully lowering her head.
Now that she had acknowledged her feelings, she no longer wished to deny them.
Yan Yichen clearly saw the delicate blush of a woman in love on her face, a faint gleam flickering in his deep eyes.
He could sense the change in her feelings toward him—he knew this was love.
His only worry was that this little fool might not yet realize her own heart.
Thus, this question was his way of probing her.
This time, she did not deny it.
He knew, at last, he had waited for her.

Suddenly, a warmth flooded Yan Yichen’s heart, his dark, profound eyes involuntarily shimmering with moisture.
He lifted her delicate chin, drawing her gaze to meet his own; her lively eyes, tinged with a trace of haze, stared blankly at the godlike handsome man before her.
Her luscious lips parted slightly, exuding a sweet fragrance that brushed against his face.
Yan Yichen’s dark eyes deepened once more into shadowed depths.
“We...”
Before the words could fall, he bent down again and claimed those soft, tempting lips with a kiss.
This time, his kiss was deeper, more fervent.
He kissed with fierce passion, his long arms tightening around her waist, pulling her closer into his embrace.
He longed to carve her into his very bones and blood.
Meng Yi’er was startled once more by the sudden kiss, stunned for a moment, but her body instinctively clung to his.
Their quick, ragged breaths tangled between them, sounding especially clear in the stillness of the room.
After a long while, Yan Yichen reluctantly released her.