Chapter 86: Why Did You Kiss Me

Unlike the previous two domineering encounters, Yan Yichen’s movements upon her lips were exquisitely gentle. At times, his lips and tongue softly moved over her delicate lips; at others, he gently ground against them, or extended his fragrant tongue to tenderly lick her mouth.

Unaware of any resistance from her, Yan Yichen’s lips curved ever so slightly.

Her subtle fragrance filled his breath, its faint sweetness tempting him, while the softness in his arms made his breathing grow more urgent.

Meng Yier gradually lost her breath beneath his lingering, passionate kiss, her mind slipping into a haze.

She was losing herself, yet could still feel the heat of his hand at her waist, burning hotter with every passing moment.

At her ear, Yan Yichen’s breath changed rhythm, low and deep, making Meng Yier clutch tightly at his shirt, dazed and helpless under his kiss.

The warmth at her tongue seemed to carry an electric current, surging suddenly to her heart and sending tremors through her body.

The last vestiges of reason told her this was wrong, that it had to stop.

“Yan Yi—” she began, intending to push him away.

But as she spoke, his tongue seized the chance to invade her mouth, conquering and claiming her completely.

The deeper sweetness and fragrance within her mouth stirred his growing desire, and he deepened the kiss.

Feeling his fervor, Meng Yier grew more uneasy, beginning to struggle in his embrace, yet Yan Yichen’s gentle kiss turned forceful, his lips and tongue tightly entwining hers, allowing no resistance.

The more she resisted, the more fiercely Yan Yichen held her captive.

Reason whispered that struggling further would only provoke the man’s wild aggression. And so, her only response was to remain motionless, letting the man before her continue his relentless, powerful kiss.

She felt as though the air in her chest was being stripped away, bit by bit.

Her lips burned, her tongue tingled.

At last, only when Meng Yier felt she might faint from lack of oxygen did Yan Yichen gradually release her, lingeringly sucking once more at her lips before pressing his forehead to hers.

His hoarse voice was close enough to touch.

“Silly girl, breathe.”

Meng Yier blinked softly, then began to gasp for air.

After several deep breaths, oxygen finally reached her mind and her thoughts grew clearer.

He sighed quietly, his large hand at the back of her head applying gentle pressure.

Neither of them moved.

Time seemed to stand still.

Their ragged breaths brushed across each other’s faces, their noses mingling, hearts pounding violently.

After a long silence, Meng Yier spoke, her voice trembling slightly.

“Why… did you kiss me?”

Yan Yichen tugged at his lips, a gentle smile appearing.

She was truly different with him now.

She hadn’t rejected his kiss.

Nor did she react like a wildcat, clawing and frantic.

That made his mood soar.

He looked up, gazing at her starry eyes veiled in mist, his gaze burning and focused.

“When a man kisses a woman, what reason do you suppose there is?”

“I…” Meng Yier was at a loss, her brows knitting.

How could she possibly know why he kissed her?

If she did, she wouldn’t have asked.

In ordinary circumstances, she knew perfectly well why men and women kissed.

But now, with nothing defined between them, words failed her.

He sidestepped the question, which was the clearest answer of all.

Perhaps this kiss was nothing more than a whim.

The last time he kissed her, she could pretend nothing happened. After all, he had been feverish and confused, barely aware of his own actions.