Kissed to the Point of Fainting

Sensing Zhao Wanru's innocent and pure demeanor, Cai Lenghan felt deeply ashamed and filled with self-reproach. And he didn't dare move any part of his mouth. He was truly trying very hard to restrain himself. If his dirty tongue accidentally touched Zhao Wanru's pure finger, he feared he wouldn't have the face to look at her again.

But things didn't always go the way Cai Lenghan wanted. Because while he was frozen, Zhao Wanru was very active.

Zhao Wanru pulled her finger out. And while Cai Lenghan unconsciously leaned his lips forward following the movement of her slender finger, Zhao Wanru leaned up, pressed her rosy lips against his, and sucked gently.

Cai Lenghan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his entire body tingling to the point of dizziness. His lips suddenly went numb. Zhao Wanru innocently licked her lips, narrowing her eyes as she savored and praised:
"Cai Lenghan, your lips are so soft, so warm, and they even seem a bit sweet."

For the first time, Cai Lenghan disagreed with her assessment. How could his lips be sweet? Wasn't that sweetness coming from Zhao Wanru's own petite lips? While Cai Lenghan was secretly pursing his lips to taste the lingering sweetness, Zhao Wanru smacked her lips in regret. The taste she had just savored quickly faded.

The greedy little bunny couldn't accept this. So she leaned in again, pressing her lips against Cai Lenghan's mouth, baring her pearly teeth to bite and suck. Zhao Wanru even stuck out her tiny tongue to explore his mouth along his teeth. It was indeed sweet, soft, fragrant, and warm... The little bunny was so engrossed in "eating" the delicious treat that the "cold-faced mad dog" was driven completely out of his mind.

Earlier it was just her slender fingers, but now it was two soft, fragrant peach blossom petals. If Cai Lenghan could still maintain his sanity and composure, he wouldn't be human, let alone a normal man.

Cai Lenghan was a normal man, so after a brief daze, he unconsciously got swept up in Zhao Wanru's actions. His ability to learn and adapt had always been high. He followed her lead, returning her kiss. When the little bunny sucked, the "cold-faced mad dog" sucked back. When Zhao Wanru teased, Cai Lenghan responded. The two entangled, inseparable. They exchanged warm, sweet drops, sharing their panting breaths.

Cai Lenghan's right hand cupped Zhao Wanru's smooth cheeks, then slid to the back of her neck, tangling in her silky hair. Zhao Wanru also held onto Cai Lenghan's head tightly. They held each other close, cherishing and loving. They wanted to press together, never to part.

Zhao Wanru's breathing grew more and more rapid. She felt as if she had just been chased down several streets. For someone who had just drunk alcohol and moved from the freezing outdoors into a warm house, such sudden, rapid breathing was too much for her body to bear. So, even though Zhao Wanru wanted to keep kissing, her strength failed her.

Zhao Wanru reluctantly pulled away. And when she saw Cai Lenghan's left hand slip inside her shirt, touching a red bean, she fell asleep from exhaustion. Before closing her eyes, she managed to catch the look of utter horror on Cai Lenghan's face.

After embarrassingly kissing herself to the point of fainting, Zhao Wanru spent the next few days in a daze, living listlessly through each moment. Because since that passionate, intoxicating kiss, Cai Lenghan seemed to have locked himself away. He seemed devoid of any human emotion, completely reverting to a mobile refrigerator. Although he still treated her the same, listening to whatever she said and answering whatever she asked, and complying with any request she made without hesitation, he showed no extra reaction. He had returned to the Cai Lenghan of her "past life" whom she both hated and feared.

How could Zhao Wanru know that the moment she fainted in his arms, Cai Lenghan had truly wanted to beat himself to death? He was clearly a healthy man, yet he had bullied a weak, small girl to the point of fainting. At that moment, he had even thought he had taken her life. If he hadn't still felt her breath, and if he hadn't been focused on finding a way to treat her, he might have slammed his head against the wall.