“A Chen, you don’t like that woman, do you? That fake girlfriend.”
An Xin wrapped around Ling Cheng tightly like an octopus.
“Huh? Why do you say that?”
“Because the way A Chen looks at people or things he likes is different. But when I heard her say she was your girlfriend, it still made me…”
“This… is pretty much right.” Ling Cheng hesitated halfway through, since An Xin had guessed most of it. “I really am a fake boyfriend.”
“So… A Chen, how do you see me? Do you have feelings of liking for me?”
After saying this, An Xin’s face flushed red, but luckily Ling Cheng had his back to her.
“Very cute.” Under An Xin’s all-out assault, it was naturally impossible for Ling Cheng not to be moved.
“Then that means…”
“I like you, An Xin.” Ling Cheng took a deep breath, then turned over and hugged her.
“Ah!” This time even An Xin didn’t react in time. “Really? Am I dreaming?”
“Of course it’s true. I just like you, and I think you’re very cute.” Ling Cheng wasn’t an indecisive person. He stared into An Xin’s eyes and confessed solemnly.
“If it’s possible, please be my girlfriend.”
“My answer is—” An Xin brushed the hair from her ear and deeply kissed Ling Cheng. This time, he didn’t dodge; instead, he hugged her tightly.
Their warm breaths intertwined, lips and tongues merging, their breathing a complete mess.
“A Chen’s saliva tastes so good~” This was the most comfortable kiss An Xin had ever had.
“What a weird way to put it.” Ling Cheng tried tongue-kissing for the first time. He felt An Xin’s little tongue cold and cool, and a tingling numbness shot through him when they touched.
‘So this is what tongue-kissing feels like?’
An Xin panted softly, then turned over and pressed directly on top of Ling Cheng. “Still, still not enough.”
After another full ten minutes of kissing, An Xin looked at Ling Cheng with infatuation. “I like you so much, so much. Don’t leave me, okay?”
“I won’t.” Ling Cheng felt An Xin’s heartbeat while silently making up his mind to let her return to normal and live a happy life.
“An Xin, why do you like me so much? Even to the point of being a little…”
“A little what? A little excessive?” An Xin nestled in Ling Cheng’s arms. “But isn’t liking someone supposed to be like this? Liking them the most, the most, wanting to possess all of them.”
“As for the reason I like you…” An Xin breathed softly into Ling Cheng’s ear. “Too many, too many~”
“I really like A Chen’s hands, big and warm. Holding them makes my heart race like crazy.”
“I like A Chen’s face, so handsome and gentle. Just looking at it makes me feel at ease.”
“And A Chen’s cooking—every dish you make is super delicious. Even if I lost all hope, one bite could restore me.”
Saying this, An Xin pressed down on Ling Cheng, her long hair falling between them.
“Of course, what I like the absolute most is you, A Chen. Your existence gives color to my world.”
“Saying so much will make me embarrassed too.” Ling Cheng felt even more shy than during the kiss. “But I love you too.”
“Hey, A Chen, let’s kiss~” With the passionate kissing, their clothes gradually came off, and they moved to the next intense step.
“It hurts.” The moment the defense was breached, the girl let out a soft whimper of pain.
“I’m sorry. Was that… our first time? I thought…” Ling Cheng felt both guilt and heartache seeing the flash of pain on the girl in his arms.
After all, they both had that kind of compromising photo, so Ling Cheng had assumed he had already become an adult without knowing it.
“If you mean this, then yes, it’s our first time. But we have experience in other areas.” An Xin enjoyed the concern in Ling Cheng’s eyes. She had tried everything else while he was asleep.
“But for the first time, I wanted it to be when we were both awake.”
“Then I’ll go easy.”
“No need. You can be more intense. I want to feel your love.” The pain Ling Cheng caused her during this act was not a punishment to An Xin, but rather a reward.
That pain told her, unmistakably, that she was loved by Ling Cheng.
“Love me—love me more, A Chen~”