Chapter 133: The Ferris Wheel Appointment

All his attention was fixed on her alluring, small mouth as it kept opening and closing in a ceaseless flow of chatter.
He wanted to kiss her.
Yes, right now.
His large hand gripped her slender wrist, and with a firm pull, she tumbled toward him, caught completely off guard.
The sudden movement startled Meng Yi'er, causing her eyes to widen and her chatter to cease abruptly.
Dimly, she felt a strong arm snake around her delicate waist; before she could react, she found herself seated on Yan Yichen’s lap.
Instinctively, her hands reached up to cling to his shoulders.
As she bowed her head slightly, she collided with his dark, smoldering gaze.
A deep flush instantly stained Meng Yi'er’s cheeks, and she was acutely aware of the searing heat radiating from his chest and thighs.
The waist held tightly within his large hand felt as though it had been scorched, a tremor rippling outward from the point of contact.
"What... are you doing?" Meng Yi'er’s soft voice trembled slightly from the shock.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. Yan Yichen reached up to stroke her small face, his voice husky as he murmured:
"I want to kiss you."
Kiss her?
He was being so remarkably blunt.

But why?
Wasn't kissing an act of intimacy that naturally flowed from deep feelings between lovers?
Why would he want to kiss her?
Was it truly as Yu Mingxin had said—that he liked her?
Yet, he had never said a word...
"I'll take your silence as consent."
The low, husky voice resonated, and before Meng Yi'er, lost in her own thoughts, could process his words, Yan Yichen’s thin lips descended, accurately capturing her own.
Her lips were impossibly soft, carrying an indescribable fragrance. Her breath was like an orchid—gentle, fresh, and cool—the taste just as wonderful as she remembered.
Meng Yi'er was terrified by his sudden kiss. She pressed her hands against Yan Yichen’s chest, staring blankly with wide eyes at the man’s handsome face, now magnified before her.
His nose was high and straight, and a stray lock of hair fell carelessly across his forehead, lending him an air of languid sexiness.
The man closed his eyes, kissing her with such intense passion, as if worshipping a rare and precious treasure.
She suddenly noticed his eyelashes were incredibly long, fluttering slightly—a length rarely seen even among women.
Without warning, an image of a sleeping face intruded into Meng Yi'er’s mind. Though hazy, the contours of the features were clear enough.
That face began to overlap with the one before her, and she realized, with a jolt, that there was no difference at all.
No!

Why had she suddenly remembered that face?
That face that had always remained a blur in her memory.
The face of the man who had taken her virginity six years ago.
On that morning six years ago, the man who had taken her first time had been sleeping beside her bed. When she woke from her drunken haze, a tangle of shock, anger, and panic had consumed her, leaving her so flustered that she had fled in a panic before she could even see his face clearly.
She only vaguely remembered that the man had possessed long eyelashes that would have made any woman jealous.
For six years, this was the only fragment of memory she had held of him.
It was her eternal pain, something she had never mentioned to anyone and never wished to recall.
She had only wanted to bury it deep within her heart.
As someone who suffered from prosopagnosia, the face she had never clearly memorized had grown even more indistinct in her mind, leaving only the vague impression of an incomparably handsome man.
Meng Yi'er scrutinized the man before her once more; he, too, was handsome beyond compare.
Could it be him?
In such a vast world, could it really be such a coincidence?
Meng Yi'er suddenly felt incredibly helpless. She longed to know the truth, yet she was terrified of what it might reveal.