Chapter 8 Kissing
Anmi's breath caught in her throat for a moment.
She hadn't expected him to say those two words so directly.
"No, that's not a good idea..."
Didn't we agree that I'd be her best male friend?
Yan Jinnian paused for a moment, then picked up his phone, pulled up a photo, and showed it to her.
Anmi followed the finger he was pointing at as he zoomed in on the picture.
The text on the screen gradually enlarged, finally stopping at two large "kissing" characters.
Anmi: "What is this?"
"This is the content of the first clause in the contract we signed that day," Yan Jinnian said.
Anmi: (っ_⊙c)..
Why didn't she see it!
"When...when did this guy sneak in?!"
Yan Jinnian glanced at her indifferently: "It was there from the very beginning."
Was it there from the very beginning?
But she had absolutely no recollection of those two words being in the text.
wrong!
It seems she didn't finish reading those words at the time...
Anmi's momentum instantly deflated.
If you don't read the question carefully, you can't blame others.
The car became quiet, with only the noise of passing vehicles outside.
Anmi lowered her head, twisting her fingers together on her leg.
"Clang—" She heard the sound of the seatbelt buckle popping open.
The genuine leather seat cushion makes a squeaking sound when you move your body.
A heat source pressed against her.
Anmi's heartbeat changed speed.
She leaned towards the door and whispered, "But we ate hot pot, it'll smell..."
"No." The man raised his hand and pulled her body back.
Anmi didn't dare look at him; she remembered the kiss in the back seat that night.
Intense, suffocating, and heart-stopping.
"What are you thinking about?"
Yan Jinnian raised his hand and gently hooked her chin.
Anmi shuddered, her gaze falling on his lips.
His lips were red, and the shape of his lips was even better than before.
"No... I wasn't thinking about anything." Anmi turned into a quail.
They dared not speak, nor dared they move.
Yan Jinnian stared at her silently for a while.
"Fear?"
Anmi shook her head: "No."
"Then why don't you look at me?"
The magnetic voice resonated in her ears, and Anmi felt as if a string in her heart was being plucked.
Her ears turned red, and she quietly raised her head to glance at the man.
They were very close; Yan Jinnian's face was directly above hers.
His eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth are all beautiful, and they look even better up close.
Anmi was captivated by his handsome face and forgot to look down for a moment.
Yan Jinnian's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
A very light peck, touching and then immediately separating.
Anmi felt as if her lips had been sucked by a warm marshmallow.
"you……"
Yan Jinnian's lips stopped just half a finger's width away from hers.
"It's your turn." His voice was slightly hoarse.
A strong, cool perfume scent lingered around Anmi's nose.
The man must have used quite a bit to suppress the smell of the hot pot.
Anmi stared at his lips, unsure whether she was bewitched by the ambiguous atmosphere in the car or if she had lost her mind from eating hot pot.
She straightened up and, mimicking the man, gave him a quick peck on the lips.
This action made her feel hot all over.
After stepping back, her face instantly burned.
"Is it okay now?" Anmi murmured.
The man seemed to chuckle softly, his voice rising at the end, as if deliberately tickling one's heart.
"not enough."
His large hand reached over her and braced itself against the car door behind her.
Anmi, held in his arms, shrank back slightly: "Then... what else do you want?"
Yan Jinnian moved his face even closer, his voice seductive.
"Give me another kiss."
They got very close, and his breath gently brushed against Anmi's nose.
Anmi's face turned completely red, and her breathing became rapid.
"Then... then let's give each other one last kiss," she said earnestly.
Yan Jinnian remained silent.
Anmi tilted her head back and quickly pecked the spot where she had just been.
Her kiss was childlike, her lips pressing lightly against hers, making a soft sucking sound.
Very alluring.
Yan Jinnian's eyes darkened.
“Not enough,” he said in a hoarse voice.
Not enough?
Anmi felt like she had gotten on a thief's train!
Why isn't that enough?
She couldn't help but protest.
They've kissed twice already, plus the first time he kissed her, making it three times in total.
Three times isn't enough? He must be doing it on purpose!
Yan Jinnian still had his hands behind her back, and his lips remained at the same distance as before.
"You didn't stick your tongue out just now," he corrected calmly.
Anmi couldn't listen anymore.
She felt that this person was simply being a blatant scoundrel.
"Can't!"
Anmi straightened her back and glared at him: "I don't want to get familiar with you anymore."
"I don't need to repay you for that one time either."
But Yan Jinnian's next three sentences deflated her.
"Does Miss An intend to breach the contract?"
“You didn’t refuse to lend a hand when you needed me last time.”
"Is this a case of using someone and then discarding them?"
Disappointment was evident in his eyes.
"If I had known Miss An was so untrustworthy, I should have refused you in the car back then."
Inside the car?
Anmi thought about it carefully.
Oh... I remember now.
Last time, she insisted on kissing someone in the car.
She was the one who first suggested the phrase "stick out your tongue".
She not only touched his chest, but also kissed his lips.
"..."
Anmi lost her confidence and her back was no longer straight.
"But I don't know how to stretch..." she said, looking aggrieved.
A warm breath pressed down on her.
"Didn't you learn what I taught you last time?"
Yan Jinnian's breath smelled of mint.
It smells nice and is very refreshing.
"Then I'll reluctantly teach you one more time."
Anmi hurriedly waved her hand.
"No!"
She had already experienced his harsh teaching methods, and this time she refused to be taught by him no matter what.
“I can do it myself…” Anmi said, her head down. “Close your eyes and don’t look.”
She looked very shy.
Yan Jinnian didn't say anything and obediently closed his eyes.
Anmi looked up at him.
To be honest, the man's face is undeniably handsome.
With delicate features, a straight nose, and thin lips, she is no less beautiful than any celebrity.
Kissing him, it feels like I actually gained something...
Anmi breathed a sigh of relief.
As the saying goes: what goes around comes around.
You reap what you sow.
Anmi tilted her head back and gently pressed her lips to his.
Their noses touched, their warm breaths mingling.
At first, she didn't dare to move, but simply pressed her lips against his.
Anmi only squinted her eyes to check if he had opened them when his eyelashes lightly brushed against her eyelids.
Seeing that the man still kept his eyes closed obediently, she finally closed her own eyes.
A ripple stirred in my heart.
Anmi cautiously peeked out a little.
The wet, slippery texture brushed against her lips, like she'd secretly licked a piece of ice cream.
Yan Jinnian was caught off guard and his lower abdomen tightened, causing the bones in his fingers, which were braced against the car window, to protrude.
Anmi was completely unaware.
The recent attempt emboldened her.
She waited a few seconds and then tried again.
Using the same trick again, they easily encountered a touch of warmth.
Her shoulders trembled, and she realized what it was.
They hurriedly retreated.
But there was no time to escape; someone was quicker and grabbed him.
Yan Jinnian tightened his arms around her, deepening the kiss.
The narrow car seats were unavoidable.
She wore a professional bodycon skirt to her job interview today, which accentuated her shapely figure.
The man's large hand slid down along the contours of her body, the warmth of his palm burning through the thin fabric of her shirt, making her shiver.
"Mmm..."
The leather seats made a sound.
An Mi couldn't help but frown.
Their fingers and toes curled up.
The pupils were out of focus.
The man's knuckles, which were clasped around her waist, gently kneaded it.
Anmi's lower back felt weak after being massaged.
The carriage was filled with the sound of their rapid breathing.
It felt like an eternity before the kiss ended.
A glimmer of light appeared in the darkness.
Anmi's consciousness was weak, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She stared blankly at the man who was so close to her.
Physiological tears slid down my cheeks from the corners of my eyes.
Yan Jinnian raised his hand and wiped away the tear.
Anmi ruffled his hair, which he had carefully styled, and a few long, thin strands of black hair fell across his forehead, making his eyebrows and eyes appear even more profound.
"Miss An..."
He pressed his forehead against hers and whispered.
"Did you get it this time?"
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