Kiss Rose

Chapter 111 Lip Rub
Kiss...kiss?
Coming from Zhou Shiyan's mouth, these words didn't sound true at all.

Jiang Qian'an pinched his fingertips, and the only sound he could hear in the world around him was the sound of his own heavy heartbeat.

She looked up at Zhou Shiyan in front of her, and the distance between them seemed a little too close.

She had seen this familiar yet unfamiliar face many times, and although they had been together day and night before, she had never thought that there would be such a day between them.

Zhou Shiyan was always an unattainable existence in her life. She knew he was there and that he was very nice, but he was like a stranger passing by who could pass by her in the next second without causing any ripples.

If it hadn't been for that coincidence, if she hadn't taken the initiative to look for Zhou Shiyan, they might have always been two parallel lines.

This will surely be the end of their past.

Jiang Qian thinks so.

Now they have progressed to this point.

It was what she wanted, but this was Zhou Shiyan.

It was Zhou Shiyan who had taken care of her when she was a child, a close friend of her grandfather in his later years, and a top figure in the business world today.

Zhou Shiyan leaned down and moved closer to Jiang Qi'an in his stunned gaze. The phoenix eyes behind the lenses were deep and profound, like fine amber, warm and beautiful.

Jiang Qian'an's shadow is imprinted in amber.

He shortened the distance between them and stopped, breathing entangledly, bewitching people:
"Want it?"

Jiang Qi'an's heart trembled, and his eyelashes unconsciously drooped and fell on the lips that were offered to him. As if possessed by a ghost,
"……want."

It’s within reach just by looking up.

The lips that touched were soft and cool, with a hint of mint, as if I had just eaten mint candy.

Their lips rubbed against each other, and unlike the last time Zhou Shiyan invaded him after he was drunk, this kiss was particularly gentle and lingering, more seductive than the evening breeze by the river.

Jiang Qian'an subconsciously grabbed the clothes on Zhou Shiyan's arm and took the initiative to kiss him.

Zhou Shiyan pushed her into the room and the door was closed and locked. Jiang Qian'an followed Zhou Shiyan's movements and gradually put his arms around his neck. She found a comfortable position for herself, but did not want to expose her vulnerability.

There was a pair of warm and slightly rough hands on her waist, just resting on her exposed skin, and it felt numb to the extreme even through the fragile thin strap.

Jiang Qian'an whimpered uncomfortably, but only a tiny sound came out.

The slightly rough fingertips pressed on the spine, causing tremors throughout the body.

But the instigator gradually deepened the kiss with this action.

The corners of Jiang Qian'an's eyes were red, and his peach blossom pupils were misty.

She moved and gently pushed Zhou Shiyan's shoulder with her palm.

She didn't think Zhou Shiyan would stop, but he stopped all his movements in an instant, raised his eyes to look at her amidst his disordered breathing.
"not comfortable?"

"I" Jiang Qian'an's face flushed. Why was it not what she thought?

What she had learned about these things all said that boys were very aggressive in this kind of thing, basically taking the dominant position and wouldn't stop, and the more resistance there was, the more they liked it.

It takes a lot of self-control to break away from desire.

Jiang Qianan blinked, and her already moist eyes became even more sparkling. She pursed her lips shyly and shook her head, "No"

On the contrary, she loved it.

These were things she had never thought about before. Ji Linche was very resistant to her and rarely let her touch him. She had no parents to teach her, and her grandfather was not willing to tell her about such things. When Lin Wangshu was dating Xiao Shu, he was afraid that she would be sad and disappointed, so he never did anything too intimate in front of her. In her previous cognition, love was an extremely noble and beautiful thing.

But she didn't understand where the beauty lay.

She didn't know what it felt like for two people who were not related by blood to be in love with each other, to come together through affection, to regard each other as their own relatives, to do good for each other wholeheartedly, and to like each other.

Or rather, she had never been liked this way before.

As the air temperature in the room became hotter and hotter, Jiang Qian'an pulled away from Zhou Shiyan's kiss and looked into Zhou Shiyan's eyes with a little stubbornness. His deep and dark eyes enveloped people and were full of lust.

Jiang Qi'an didn't catch the look she wanted, and felt sad for a moment, "Brother Shi Yan, do you really like me?"

"Like, not just like." He likes her to death, so much so that he is teetering on the edge of losing his mind.

Zhou Shiyan regained some of his focus, put some distance between them and half-leaned on the sofa.

Jiang Qian suddenly felt a little nervous and uneasy, "Why do you like me? Why do you like me? I don't seem to be very good."

She knew that she had been used to being wild since she was a child, and was deliberately spoiled and raised by her grandfather, so her temper was not very good in the past.

She herself knew that she used to be arrogant, looked down on others, had a bad temper, and was rebellious. In the eyes of the world, she was the spoiled and picky little princess.

If Zhou Shiyan liked her before, it doesn’t make sense.

She was chasing after Ji Linche at that time, so how could Zhou Shiyan fall in love with her?

But if it was such a short time after the two of them agreed to get married, she would also be afraid.

She used to believe in love, but after so many years of love between Lin Wangshu and Xiao Shu, they have become like this. Ji Linche said that he loves Cen Wan deeply, and both of them only care about their own interests. When encountering something, they always give up on each other first.

Their love doesn't last long.

"You're very good." Zhou Shiyan stroked Jiang Qian'an's cheek with his fingertips, gently touched the corner of her lips, and said earnestly and devoutly, "Very good, very good. Our An An deserves to be loved."

This was the third time Zhou Shiyan said she was fine.

Jiang Qian'an felt a little sour in her nose. Her grandfather had also told her these words when she was feeling inferior because Ji Linche disliked her.

He heard Zhou Shiyan's gentle and mellow voice continue, like the most melodious cello tune in the summer night.
"Jiang Qian, have you forgotten? You would stand up for your friends, you would risk your life to save another person when you were a child, and you would use your own money to support poor students in your high school class.

You are hardworking and tenacious. You could have chosen to protect yourself by not taking over the Jiang family's business. Despite everyone's opposition, you chose not to give up. You are clear-headed and strong. You will not be held back by others even in the most difficult times. You know how to stop losses in time. No matter how sad or in love you are, you can pull yourself out of the wrong relationship.

These are the things I like and appreciate about you, and they are not limited to this.”

"So, you were nice to me at the beginning, did that mean you liked me a long time ago?"

Jiang Qian'an found it unbelievable. Like everyone else, she didn't think Zhou Shiyan would be someone who would be easily moved.

I've known him for such a long time, but his love life is still blank, and it doesn't seem like he would lean towards this direction.

Such a person who is as pure and noble as a god would actually be attracted to her.

Saying that I like her doesn't seem real, like an illusory dream.

The person is right beside her now, but still out of reach.

I tried grabbing red envelopes tonight, and my luck was ridiculously bad a few times. Woohoo, look at my girls being happy.

I'll try my best to update one more chapter. I have a lot of classes these days and have used up all the manuscripts I saved for the weekend.