Chapter 77 Kissing Relationship

Ruan Yi's voice trembled, carrying a hint of bewilderment, sounding less like a rejection and more like she was talking to herself.

The man loosened his grip on her arm, but didn't let her leave.

He keenly caught the evasiveness in her tone—not disgust, not rejection.

Rather, it was an almost instinctive instinct—to escape.

Her thoughts seemed to always be wandering into some corner he couldn't reach, completely resisting facing the matter directly.

Ruan Yi might not dislike him that much.

But something invisible bound her, making her believe that she must never fall in love with him, much less choose him.

But why? He couldn't understand.

He never forced her to do anything, and President Ruan would never interfere with her choices.

She clearly has enough freedom to accept a relationship, so why does she have such a twisted way of thinking?

"Xiaoyi, what are you resisting?" He lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe. "Or..."

"What are you afraid of?"

Ruan Yi froze, her mind a jumbled mess.

Yes, what is she resisting?

She knew perfectly well that the plot had gone completely off track, and that she was able to accept more things and even remember more than before.

When I was hugged, besides panic, there seemed to be another emotion that I didn't even dare to admit.

Besides, Fu Jingchen is clearly her type!

But every time a wavering thought crossed her mind, she would bounce back as if pricked by a needle.

She was afraid—afraid of the bullet comments that had once flashed before her eyes, afraid that she, as a "supporting character," would steal the spotlight from the main character and be condemned by everyone.

Although it's been quite a while since I've seen those words again.

Sometimes she even wondered if the so-called world of novels was just... an absurd dream?

The contradictory details and the out-of-control plot make the setting seem precarious.

"I..." Ruan Yi opened her mouth, feeling quite at a loss.

"I really don't know, I don't know..."

Seeing Ruan Yi's reddened eyes and bewildered expression, the man's thoughts seemed to become clearer.

The man raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing her cheek. He didn't use force, but it carried an unmistakable sense of control, as if guiding her back to her senses.

Don't overthink it.

His voice was extremely soft, with a deliberate seduction, gently tickling the heart.

"Xiaoyi, just follow your heart."

Fu Jingchen's hand on her waist moved slightly, his fingertips touching the thin fabric.

It gently caressed me intermittently, its warm touch carrying it upwards little by little.

“Right now,” he said, looking directly into her eyes, his gaze deep and intense.

"Does Xiaoyi hate my touch?"

Ruan Yi's face flushed red, even her ears turned bright red.

Her body reacted before her mind; there was no rejection, and even a slight shiver ran through the place where his fingertips touched.

The man looked at her flustered and evasive eyes, and a genuine smile curved his lips.

“Look,” he leaned closer, his nose almost touching hers, his voice excessively suggestive.

"Xiao Yi doesn't dislike me, at least..."

His voice paused slightly, then gradually became hoarse.

"Xiao Yi's body doesn't dislike me."

How could he not know what the girl's reaction meant? After all, he had known her preferences inside and out since before.

Back then, he was Ruan Yi's professor. Every day, he would subtly observe her reactions and adjust his shirt style, tie, and even the amount of skin exposed at his neckline.

Her gaze lingered on a certain spot for a couple more seconds, and he would continue to do so in the second lesson to verify her preferences.

He continued until the girl would stare at him intently.

He had put so much effort into understanding her preferences, so how could he not see the barely concealed panic in her eyes at that moment?

"He's figured out this little lecher perfectly."

It was precisely because he knew this about her that he dared to use such an ambiguous approach to force her to confront her feelings.

Ruan Yi felt a surge of anger and embarrassment at his gaze and actions.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, she slapped away his hand that was messing around her waist and complained, her neck stiff.

"You...you're trying to seduce me! That's foul!"

Her tone sounded like she had just been provoked but lacked any real authority; even the girl herself felt that her complaint lacked conviction.

Fu Jingchen paused for a second, probably not expecting her to be so blunt, then chuckled softly.

The vibrations in their chests traveled through their pressed bodies, carrying a strange, comforting power.

Before Ruan Yi could react, Fu Jingchen suddenly grabbed one of her hands, his fingertips warmly enveloping hers, and pulled her directly in front of him.

With his other hand, he lifted a corner of her shirt, revealing the clearly defined outline of her abdominal muscles, and then pressed her small hand against it without any resistance.

"Fu Jingchen!" As soon as Ruan Yi's fingertips touched his firm, warm skin, she tried to pull her hand back as if she had been burned, but he held it firmly in his hand.

The muscles beneath his palms were firm yet fluid, rising and falling slightly with his breath, carrying a scalding heat.

The surrounding air seemed to be filled with the man's cool, refreshing fragrance, not a strong perfume, but rather his own natural aura.

Clean yet extremely aggressive, it almost suffocated her.

The man suddenly lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, and gently bit that soft spot.

"That's what you call seduction."

A warm breath mixed with an ambiguous pain instantly spread throughout Ruan Yi's body.

She took a deep breath, her mind going blank.

Ruan Yi felt like she was Fahai.

Despite being constantly teased by the "Little Green" in front of him, he should have stayed true to himself, but he was instead swayed by her allure and his breathing became disordered.

Haha, I can't resist anymore, let's have some fun first.

Ruan Yi suddenly turned her head and, without any strategy, rammed her lips into his, like a frantic little animal, and began to bite him wildly with a reckless energy.

The hand that was on his abs was forgotten to be pulled back. Following the smooth lines, it subconsciously moved upwards, the fingertips tracing the firm muscles, bringing a shiver down the spine.

Fu Jingchen chuckled softly at her sudden initiative, the laughter escaping his throat and making his lips go numb.

The man deepened the kiss, tightening his arms around her and holding her firmly in his embrace.

This scene is so familiar; it's exactly the same as the grove in my dream.

Ruan Yi was enveloped by his forceful response before she could kiss him twice. As their lips and tongues intertwined, her oxygen was slowly drawn away, and her cheeks burned with pent-up desire.

"Xiao Yi, breathe."

Fu Jingchen stepped back slightly, his forehead touching hers, and reminded her in a low, husky voice, his eyes filled with laughter, yet also with a hint of barely perceptible tension.

I was afraid she would really get sick from holding it in.

Ruan Yi belatedly gasped for breath, her mind clearing for a moment before realizing what she had done. She hurriedly tried to get up.

But as soon as she applied a little force, the man pressed against her again without saying a word, their lips touching once more, this time even more tender and passionate, as if he wanted to melt her into the kiss.

Everything around me blurred, leaving only the warmth between my lips and the roar of my heartbeat.

It wasn't until Ruan Yi couldn't take it anymore and reached out to pinch his abs haphazardly, with a hint of pleading, that he finally let go of her.

As they parted, he gently bit her lip.

Ruan Yi's chest heaved violently, her mind went blank, and it wasn't until the dizziness subsided that she suddenly realized what was happening.

She actually kissed him first?!

And they were kissing so... passionately!

The thought of regret had barely crossed her mind when it was interrupted by Fu Jingchen's next action.

The man lowered his head, burying his high, straight nose in the crook of her neck, gently nuzzling it, with a hint of humble pleading.

The sound came out muffledly.

"Now, here with Xiaoyi..."

What is our relationship?

He wants a formal status.

"A legitimate right to possess her and be close to her."

Ruan Yi felt an itch on her neck from his rubbing, and her mind was in complete turmoil.

She paused, hesitated for a long time, and then whispered four words.

"A kissing relationship?"

The man's movements suddenly froze.

Breathing paused for half a second in the crook of my neck; the air seemed to freeze.