28 Long Kiss

I will take responsibility for you.

Only one wall lamp was on in the living room.

In dim, yellowish light, a person's vision is suppressed and restricted, while the functions of other senses are greatly enhanced.

For example, right now, Song Qinggui can clearly hear Xue Lu's heartbeat, and her soul resonates with it. This resonance, which she has never experienced before, frightens her.

"You have moments of fear too, huh?" Xue Lu's voice came from above.

Song Qinggui looked up, his entire body falling into his dark eyes.

Xue Lu didn't joke or tease her; instead, he was more serious than ever before, as if he wanted to see right through her, from her skin to her bones.

"What did you mean by the wife's duties that you mentioned the other day?" Xue Lu asked in a deep voice.

Song Qinggui gripped the cup tightly with both hands, his knuckles clearly visible, and they were even turning white from the force.

Song Qinggui swallowed hard, suppressing his emotions, and answered calmly, "All of them."

"all?"

Because of these two words, Xue Lu's heart was also raised. He had always gotten whatever he wanted since he was a child, and apart from Song Qinggui, he had never suffered any other hardships.

For the past ten years, he had been seeking Song Qinggui but had not been able to obtain him. Only now did he realize that his long-cherished wish had been fulfilled. What came over him was not only joy, but also unease and fear of loss.

Therefore, he wanted Song Qinggui to give him an answer that was as definite as possible.

"All of it? Are you sure?"

Song Qinggui dared not look Xue Lü in the eye, and only replied, "I'm sure."

Xue Lu was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "When is your birthday?"

"Huh?" Song Qinggui didn't expect him to suddenly bring up birthdays. He took a moment to process what he was saying: "I don't remember my birthday. I only remember that I was born in '99. My ID card says my birthday is the same day as Xingxing's, it's..."

"Let's choose another one. There's no need to share a birthday with someone else." Xue Lu freed one hand and took out his phone.

Song Qinggui thought to himself, "There are only 365 days in a year, but there are 8 billion people on Earth. There are so many people celebrating their birthdays every day, what's the big deal about crowding?"

Seeing that Xue Lu hadn't made a move and that she was no longer restrained, she tried to slip away.

"Don't move."

Song Qinggui had just stretched his back when Xue Lu gave him an order.

Xue Lu was intently scrolling through his phone, his expression serious.

“How about…” Song Qinggui forced a smile and suggested, “Why don’t you deal with your work first? After all, your career is more important.”

Lawyer Xue: "I wasn't handling work."

"and you……"

"I'm checking the almanac," Xue Lu said calmly. "I'll find an auspicious day to celebrate your birthday."

Song Qinggui really couldn't understand his obsession with her birthday: "I don't necessarily need to have a birthday..."

“You have to have a birthday,” Xue Lu said firmly. “That way, I can wash myself clean and give myself to you on your birthday.”

Even though Song Qinggui was usually unfazed by the collapse of Mount Tai, his pupils dilated in shock at this moment.

How could he say such explosive things so calmly...?

Xue Lu glanced down at Song Qinggui's dazed expression, and finally a smile crept onto his lips: "What? You dare to say it but not to do it?"

Song Qinggui tried to regulate her breathing. She felt that her previous relationships had been a waste of time and energy. She had no experience or skills, and now she was being forced into this situation by Xue Lu.

Xue Lu's cold demeanor returned, and there was a hint of annoyance in his tone: "There haven't been any particularly auspicious days lately."

Song Qinggui rarely understood what he meant.

So he wanted to choose a day that was auspicious for everything to be her birthday?

Realizing this, Song Qinggui felt a wave of moisture wash over her chest, a warm and gentle embrace enveloping her heart.

She recalled Luo's words—"Law Xue probably loves you."

Lawyers always use precise language, generally meaning that it is very likely but uncertain.

For the first twenty-odd years of her life, Song Qinggui was always searching for order amidst chaos. She liked things to be sure of and to be in control of the whole situation. But this time, she wanted to take a gamble.

So what if it's uncertain? Losing to Xue Lu isn't such a bad loss.

"Isn't next month your birthday?" Song Qinggui asked.

Xue Lu looked away from his phone and at Song Qinggui, who was also looking at him.

Song Qinggui continued, "December 7th."

Xue Lu's eyes gradually warmed; she knew his birthday.

Song Qinggui seemed to have mind-reading abilities: "Back in college, many of my classmates sent you love letters on your birthday, so it was hard not to know."

Xue Lu stared at her: "My birthday is next month, and then what?"

Song Qinggui closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had made up his mind: "It's your birthday, so it's fine too."

"What can I say?" Xue Lu pressed on relentlessly. He didn't want her to be vague; he wanted her to be clear and thorough.

Song Qinggui's heart was pounding so hard that her ears and cheeks felt like they were on fire.

She dared not look into Xue Lu's eyes again. She lowered her head slightly, but still answered Xue Lu's question: "It means... I can fulfill the duties of a wife, and you... can exercise the rights of a husband."

After Song Qinggui finished speaking, she was met with silence.

Xue Lu remained silent for a long time, but Song Qinggui, with his head bowed, could sense that he had not looked away from him.

Under his gaze, she felt increasingly hot all over.

Just as she was about to lose control of the heat, Xue Lu suddenly spoke: "Song Qinggui, kiss me."

"Huh?" Song Qinggui looked up in a panic, caught off guard by this sudden request.

Xue Lu's eyes burned with a intensity that carried his unique "hatred" for her.

"Unwilling?" Xue Lu's eyes dimmed when he saw that Song Qinggui did not react.

Song Qinggui snapped out of his daze, put the cup in his hand aside, and after a struggle between his mind and body, he finally stood on tiptoe and kissed Xue Lu's cool and thin lips.

Song Qinggui's kiss was clumsy and shallow; she didn't even know how to open her mouth, only gently rubbing her lips against his. Xue Lu, on the other hand, stood like an upright and unyielding sword, letting her awkwardly rub against him with her haphazard kissing skills, without giving any response.

The height difference and Xue Lu's unwavering stance quickly made Song Qinggui feel tired. Her emotions and physical strength were gradually exhausted by the kiss, and in the end, she even became somewhat angry with herself.

Can something as simple as kissing really tire you out like this? Song Qinggui, do you have any self-respect?

For some reason, Song Qinggui started to compete with herself. As her competitive spirit rose, her desire was somewhat suppressed. She stopped, panting slightly, and looked at Xue Lu with a wronged and unconvinced expression: "You...you should cooperate a little and move a bit."

Xue Lu's eyes were as black as ink. He looked at Song Qinggui, whose cheeks were flushed but whose eyes were full of stubbornness, and sighed softly: "What kind of things did those two good-for-nothings, Cheng Wuliang and Yan Fengqian, teach you..."

"Um?"

Before Song Qinggui could react, Xue Lu continued, "Remember, this is what kissing is all about."

The next moment, Xue Lu reached out and put his arm around Song Qinggui's waist, gently pulling her into his embrace.

He lowered his head, found a comfortable height and angle for her, and then kissed her lips, which were already a little swollen from their earlier "exploration".

Xue Lu started gently, but as their breaths mingled, he began his advances. His kisses deepened in rhythm with her heartbeat.

Song Qinggui felt her breath being gradually taken away by Xue Lu, and a burning, suffocating feeling came over her. Helpless, she could only follow his rhythm, slightly part her teeth, and completely surrender her lips and tongue, trying to share the airflow in his mouth.

However, the faint minty scent from Xue Lu's breath did not cure her oxygen deprivation. She gradually felt suffocated during the kiss, but whenever she felt she was about to faint, Xue Lu would give her a chance to catch her breath. The brief separation allowed her nasal cavity and lungs to regain oxygen, but the next second she was drawn into an even deeper kiss.

Song Qinggui's body gradually went limp during the kiss. She was terrified; she felt as if the kiss was threatening her life, and her legs became increasingly weak.

The only way she could keep herself standing was by clinging tightly to Xue Lu's clothes.

Song Qinggui let out a soft moan, startling even herself. The sound was rather...undignified, but she couldn't control herself.

The feeling of losing control grew stronger, and her fear deepened. She felt an urge to cry, but not because of negative feelings such as sadness or grievance. She was simply overwhelmed by the unprecedented sensory stimulation brought by the kiss, and only crying could release her current emotions.

However, just as her eyes were red and tears were about to spill, Xue Lu stopped.

He gazed at her tearful face, panting, a bitter feeling rising in his heart: "You don't like it?"

Song Qinggui shook his head.

Xue Lu's eyes also turned crimson: "It's no use if you don't like it. There's no turning back once the arrow is released. You made your own choice."

Song Qinggui's hands were still gripping Xue Lu's clothes. She took a few breaths of fresh air and finally recovered from the long kiss, regaining her strength.

The moment she loosened her grip, Xue Lu grabbed her wrist. With a slight pull, she crashed into his firm chest.

She instinctively stepped back, but Xue Lu's hands had already wrapped around her, pulling her into his arms.

“Song Qinggui.” Xue Lu’s voice carried a hint of ruthlessness: “I warned you, I’m not so easy to get rid of. What you gave Cheng Wuliang and Yan Fengqian back then, you have to give me ten or a hundred times more.”

Despite his harsh words, Xue Lu's embrace of Song Qinggui was always firm enough to make her feel comfortable.

Song Qinggui wasn't stupid, nor was she a mindless listener. She could sense the grace and refinement Xue Lu displayed in that embrace and the kiss just now—qualities that Cheng Wuliang and Yan Fengqian had never shown her.

This demeanor made Song Qinggui feel that she was cherished.

So she followed her instincts. Amidst Xue Lu's harsh words, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist with the same gentle and comfortable force. Xue Lu's body stiffened slightly because of her initiative.

"I understand." Song Qinggui said softly, "You can't shirk this responsibility; you've said it many times."

Xue Lu originally thought he was absolutely dominant and in complete control today, but after Song Qinggui said those words, the situation instantly reversed. Her slightly soothing voice made it seem as if he was just a cat or dog with its fur standing on end.

Xue Lu was furious. Song Qinggui was taking advantage of his affection for her and was really too arrogant. He was just about to teach her some "rules" again when Song Qinggui spoke up.

"I will take responsibility for you."

After saying that, she solemnly looked up at him and repeated her words: "Lawyer Xue, I will take responsibility for you."

Xue Lu's heart softened instantly.

For the past ten years, he has always wanted to be a strong and powerful man, so that Song Qinggui would look at him, fall in love with him, and then submit to him.

But at this moment, he felt that things were fine as they were.

He admitted that he loved her more, that he couldn't live without her, and that he wanted to keep her...

Even if it's just out of a sense of responsibility as a couple, as long as I can keep her, that's good enough.

Song Qinggui, you win.

Xue Lu sighed inwardly.