Chapter 2 Can I Kiss You?
The man paused for a moment.
This was somewhat different from the answer he had imagined…
I touched it for a while.
Are your hands still warm?
“…It’s not hot anymore.” Anmi pulled her hand away and thoughtfully straightened his shirt.
The other person lowered their gaze slightly: "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The man pulled his suit jacket tighter, his wristwatch gleaming in the dim light of the back seat.
This scene suddenly became very sexually intense.
She nervously twisted her fingers: "So, what's next..."
"Wait a moment."
What are we waiting for?!
Anmi asked in confusion, "Didn't your doctor friend refuse to join?"
"Yes, but we have to wait for him to arrive."
"He's still going to be there?"
The man realized she had misunderstood and explained, "He has something you can use."
“Something I can use?” Anmi thought for a moment.
Her first thought was some kind of product.
I remember reading on a public WeChat account that when doing that kind of thing, the man must take safety precautions; nothing should be omitted.
I didn't expect him to be so thoughtful.
My affection for her quietly increased by 1.
“Then let’s sit in the front first…” Anmi got up and climbed into her seat.
"Can I kiss you? Just a quick kiss, without my tongue going in."
"..." The man remained silent in response to her vulgar remarks.
Anmi felt that he was definitely admitting it again.
She pursed her lips and boldly leaned closer.
There was a cool-toned cologne scent emanating from the man's collar.
Anmi has always believed that different people should wear different perfumes.
The man has a refined and gentlemanly appearance, and the scent of his perfume, like his personality, has a subtle sense of distance.
But now, she has broken down the distance.
The touch on her lips was soft and warm, and the tip of her nose brushed against the man's warm breath. Anmi suddenly had an urge to close her eyes tightly.
A strange, sweet feeling arose in my heart.
After a while, she tilted her head and clumsily kissed the man's lips.
"Chirp!"
There were no overly provocative actions, just a very innocent kiss, as innocent as a toilet plunger.
Anmi stepped back and looked awkwardly into the man's eyes: "I'm sorry... I don't know how."
In my 22 years working with peonies, I've absorbed a lot of writing skills, but I have no practical experience whatsoever.
The man leaned back slightly, his gaze fixed on her lips.
There was only a finger's width between their lips.
His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his voice was very soft: "Want me to teach you?"
The deep voice was so alluring that Anmi nodded.
The man added, "But I'll only use my tongue. Do you mind?"
Her tongue went in… Anmi stared at his lips.
The man's lips were sharp, rosy, and slightly upturned, making him look very alluring.
Her slightly parted lips made one's mind wander.
She swallowed the burning sensation in her throat and shook her head: "I don't mind."
Without hesitation, he turned his head and kissed her lips.
The scent of the cool perfume instantly reaches its most intense point.
Anmi's back was pressed forward, and she softly and firmly bumped into the man's arms.
The scalding heat enveloped her lips; the man's kiss was fierce, completely different from her inexperienced kisses.
"Mmm..."
It was almost as if he was about to bite it off; his mouth was filled with the man's cold, sharp breath.
This extreme kiss made her legs go weak and she almost collapsed in the back seat.
After a long while, the man finally released her.
The scent of sandalwood filled the air between the two.
Several tears streamed down Anmi's face, and her arm, which was supporting herself on the man's shoulder, was still trembling.
"Are you feeling better?" the other person asked.
Anmi felt that he did it on purpose.
I've never seen an antidote broken into tiny pieces and fed to the patient.
She chose to answer honestly: "It's worse."
The passionate kiss stimulated a deep sensory response, and Anmi felt as if her appetite had increased.
The man's eyes darkened slightly: "Shall we do it again?"
Anmi's gaze fell on his moist lips.
The intense kiss had just left her feeling both scared and expectant.
She hesitated for a moment: "I...I'll take it."
No sooner had she finished speaking than the man's kiss enveloped her.
His kiss was forceful.
More aggressive than last time.
After it was over, Anmi was panting for a while.
What about this time?
The man seemed fixated on her judgment.
She nodded: "It's...it's fine."
I feel like I'm not far from death.
The man didn't speak again, staring at her lips thoughtfully.
"Ding—" The phone in my pocket suddenly rang.
He picked it up: "My friend has arrived."
"Huh?" Anmi felt a little uneasy.
He hasn't taken the next step after kissing for so long. Is he going to have his friend do it for him?
“I…I don’t want your friend!” She gripped the suit jacket tightly in her hands with agitation.
"He's not..." The man was about to explain when he heard the sound of brakes ahead.
At the same time, a blinding light swept across the back seat.
Anmi's head was pressed against his chest.
She heard someone get out of the car, and footsteps approached the car window behind her.
"Oh, what a refined taste!"
The speaker had a clear voice and seemed to be quite young.
The man didn't respond to his teasing, but instead reached out and took something, handing it to Anmi.
Anmi was stunned, looking at the capsule pills in his hand.
A tiny, white grain.
"It'll be fine after you eat it," he said in a deep voice.
Anmi reached out and took the medicine.
A sneer came from outside the car window: "Your little girlfriend is so obedient, she takes the medicine you give her. What if you're feeding her something even stronger?"
The man ignored his teasing and handed him a bottle of mineral water.
"Give."
Anmi took it and swallowed the medicine with water.
She asked in a low voice, "Is he the doctor friend you mentioned?"
"Yes." The man nodded.
"..." So that's what he meant.
She thought...
Anmi was ashamed of her previous thoughts.
After taking the medicine, my body temperature began to drop.
She stepped back slightly and said, "Thank you."
The man withdrew his hand from her side.
"You're welcome."
His expression returned to its cold indifference. If it weren't for the lingering scent of his perfume, Anmi would have doubted that the kiss had actually happened.
A wave of drowsiness washed over her, and Anmi rubbed her eyes, feeling her head spinning.
My hands and feet went limp, even more so than before.
My eyelids are drooping.
Five seconds later, she drifted off to sleep.
He Xiao leaned against the car window and lowered his voice: "I forgot to tell you, this medicine will make you extremely sleepy."
"..." The man gave a faint "hmm".
He Xiao, feeling awkward, said, "Alright, this is the first time I've seen our CEO Yan so chivalrous. You owe me a favor. I'm leaving!"
The footsteps faded into the distance, and the back seat returned to its dim state.
The man looked to the side.
The girl slept peacefully, her slender body curled up like a little hedgehog in a defensive posture.
It must be quite uncomfortable to be curled up like that.
He reached out and helped her find a more comfortable position.
After changing, he got out of the car and went around to the driver's seat.
The driver wasn't there today, so he drove himself.
The driver tried to win back the wife of a male model who had run away from home from upstairs.
"President Yan, please let me in, otherwise I'll be living on a green hat!"
Coincidentally, the driver happened to be passing by and saw his wife enter the karaoke bar.
Even more coincidentally, he suddenly wanted to go to the restroom, so he got off the bus as well.
Otherwise, none of what followed would have happened.
The car started, left the underground parking garage, and drove towards Jingshi Avenue.
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