Chapter 116: Now This Is a Sincere Kiss

Yan Yichen furrowed his brows and gently shook his head. “Not sincere enough…”

Meng Yier rolled her eyes helplessly. This man was far too demanding—he couldn’t be indulged like this.

But when she saw the faint smile at the corner of his lips, his eyes closed, and his long, thick lashes fluttering slightly as he patiently awaited her kiss, Meng Yier found herself irresistibly drawn to press her lips against his.

Feeling the softness of her lips, Yan Yichen, just as they were about to part, suddenly seized her luscious, inviting mouth.

Soft and sweet.

At last, he captured the crimson lips he had coveted all afternoon.

Her taste was like opium—once touched, one was helplessly ensnared, willingly lost in its intoxication.

“Mmm…”

Meng Yier was stunned, staring blankly at the face before her, magnified many times over. His long lashes drooped slightly, and his breathtakingly handsome face softened beyond belief.

A devil!

That word suddenly surged through her mind, perfectly fitting to describe this man.

His shallow breaths carried a faint, alluring scent that flooded his senses. Yan Yichen’s gaze darkened as his slender lips conquered hers.

His tender kiss descended like a tempest—domineering and forceful, yet intoxicatingly gentle.

The licking and grinding of his lips were not enough. His nimble tongue deftly pried open her teeth, playing mischievously amidst her mouth, teasing and entwining with her tongue.

Feeling his desire intensify, Meng Yier reached out to push him away, but the hand resting on his chest was caught firmly in his palm and placed over his heart.

A conquering, deep kiss.

Far from the light pecks earlier.

Only later did Meng Yier weaken completely, collapsing into his embrace without resistance, even yielding to his pursuit with quiet acquiescence.

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After a long while, Yan Yichen gradually released her. The air was thick with warmth and unspoken intimacy.

The man looked at the woman before him, her lips swollen and flushed, her breathing ragged, and smiled with satisfaction. His low, husky voice whispered close to her ear, breath still uneven.

“Now that’s a sincere kiss.”

Meng Yier’s cheeks flushed crimson. Her large eyes glazed, staring at the man before her. Her lips parted slightly as she gasped for breath, even her voice of protest tinged with shyness.

“You… are twisting the truth.”

Yan Yichen raised an eyebrow. “You were irresponsible first.”

Irresponsible?

What did he mean by that?

Meng Yier frowned, looking at his handsome profile in confusion.

“I didn’t…”

Yan Yichen’s dark eyes gleamed dangerously, his cold voice laced with mockery.

“As my woman, you refuse to go on a date with me, and you still dare to argue?”

“…”

Meng Yier sighed helplessly, furrowing her brows.

This man was too petty!

Still clinging to this matter.

After a moment of thought, Meng Yier pressed her lips together and whispered with effort:

“Shall we… go on a date tomorrow?”

The man suppressed the surge of excitement in his heart, nodded slightly, and replied softly, “Alright… I promise.”

Meng Yier exhaled deeply, inwardly reflecting that this man was far too slow to respond.

Around six o’clock, Yan Yichen finally agreed to let her leave.

As he watched her retreating figure, a profound sense of loss and reluctance welled up within him. He had not seen her for six years. Though difficult, he had endured.

Now, even a brief separation was unbearable. He longed to lock her by his side forever, never allowing her to slip from his sight even an inch.