Chapter 112 What Kind of Kiss
Lovers...relationship?
Jiang Yanyu didn't expect that his casual teasing would actually lead to asking about the progress. He thought Luo Qinglin would continue to act until late autumn and would not dare to take a step forward until his birthday.
"What did you just say?" Jiang Yanyu suspected that he had heard it wrong. He grabbed Luo Qinglin's T-shirt and pulled it back with a little force, wanting to see his current expression.
But Luo Qinglin hugged Jiang Yanyu tightly, buried his head in his neck, and was unwilling to let go.
After pulling twice, it still wouldn't open. Luo Qinglin obviously didn't want to show his face. Jiang Yanyu didn't dare to force him. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "What did you say just now? Can you say it again?"
"I said..." Luo Qinglin exhaled a breath of hot air and repeated, "We are in a romantic relationship."
Jiang Yanyu didn't dare to believe the answer he got easily, fearing that Luo Qinglin was talking nonsense, so he asked, "What does a romantic relationship mean? Luo Qinglin, explain it clearly."
"Literally," Luo Qinglin said mysteriously, "You can experience it yourself. I'm sleepy and want to sleep."
After he finished speaking, Luo Qinglin took the initiative to let go of his hands, covered his face with his hands, and lay down on the bed with his body soft, burying his head in the pillow, leaving only two red ears exposed.
The two were silent, and the only sounds in the room were two tiny breathing sounds.
Jiang Yanyu stared at the round back of the head for a moment, sighed softly, and fell down, lying beside Luo Qinglin, pulling up the quilt piled on the corner of the bed and covering him.
Jiang Yanyu carefully reached his hand into the quilt, accurately found Luo Qinglin's hand, gently held it, and clasped their fingers together.
Jiang Yanyu looked at the ceiling and asked in a low voice, "Luo Qinglin, are you 'bent'?"
Luo Qinglin's breathing became heavier for a moment, then quickly returned to normal without uttering a single answer.
"If it's 'bent', then just pinch my index finger. If you were just joking just now, then don't do anything." Jiang Yanyu said.
Jiang Yanyu took a deep breath and waited for a response from his palm, but after waiting for nearly a minute, nothing happened.
The tense mood gradually eased because nothing happened.
Jiang Yanyu pursed her lips, resisting the urge to expose Luo Qinglin's acting, resisting the desire to tie him up, and said calmly: "BB, don't make such jokes in the future, otherwise I will be very unhappy."
"I'm gay, I'm not kidding," Luo Qinglin repeated in a muffled voice, "I'm gay."
"Did you hear me clearly?" Luo Qinglin turned his head, leaned on the pillow, stared at Jiang Yanyu and said, "I said, I am gay."
The mood that was just about to calm down suddenly rose and fell like waves. Jiang Yanyu's pupils shrank slightly, and he pulled Luo Qinglin closer.
"Speak clearly and don't tease me," Jiang Yanyu said with a steady look in his eyes, "Tell me you like me and want to be with me, and say it now."
Those beautiful fox eyes became aggressive. Luo Qinglin felt that he did not have a fever due to catching a cold, but was sick because he was bewitched by a fox spirit.
But even a vixen who is good at planning and strategizing can also have moments of lack of confidence.
His throat was so dry that it hurt. Luo Qinglin swallowed his saliva and said in a hoarse voice: "I like you, I want to be with you."
Just as he said it bluntly, the aggression in Jiang Yanyu's eyes subsided. His amber eyes were soaked in light, and he was dazed and as crystal clear as a flawless diamond.
"Are you satisfied?" Luo Qinglin asked, enduring the pain in his throat, "Have I made myself clear enough, you vixen?" Yu Kou was reluctant to speak.
"Who are you saying is a vixen?!" Although Jiang Yanyu's tone was indignant, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Luo Qinglin chuckled twice and took the initiative to ask: "Then do you agree? Do you agree to let me be your boyfriend?"
"I..." Jiang Yanyu coughed lightly, put away the smile on his face, and said in a proud tone, "I will give you an answer after I think about it seriously. You just wait."
Luo Qinglin raised his eyebrows, but didn't make any noise. He put his right arm under his face and waited quietly.
As if to pay him back for the time he hesitated, Jiang Yanyu remained silent for a long time before he spoke seriously, "I don't agree with you being my boyfriend."
Luo Qinglin's smile froze on his face, and just as he was about to ask "why", Jiang Yanyu suddenly leaned closer and placed his lips one centimeter away from Luo Qinglin's lips.
"You can't be my boyfriend, you have to be my wife."
Then, like stamping a seal, Jiang Yanyu took the initiative to kiss Luo Qinglin on the lips.
Just as imagined, Jiang Yanyu's lips are soft and plump.
The moment his lips touched, countless beautiful scenes from his dreams during his youth flooded into Luo Qinglin's mind, awkward, shy, and damp, like a vague and omnipresent mist.
The longer Jiang Yanyu kissed him, the longer Luo Qinglin held his breath, not daring to breathe.
"Luo Qinglin, close your eyes." Even with his eyes closed, Jiang Yanyu could still feel Luo Qinglin's stunned gaze.
Unable to think in the confusion, Luo Qinglin obeyed and closed his eyes, but suddenly felt Jiang Yanyu's lips slightly open.
"Stop!" Luo Qinglin tilted his head back.
The good thing was interrupted. Jiang Yanyu opened his eyes, frowned, and was about to ask Luo Qinglin what the problem was.
But Luo Qinglin seemed to be overbreathing, gasping for breath, his neck and cheeks covered in red, his eyes full of panic.
"You..." Jiang Yanyu asked in a soft voice, "Are you nervous?"
Luo Qinglin nodded quickly and stammered, "You, you, you, why are you... wet!"
"Luo Qinglin!" Jiang Yanyu stroked his hair irritably and asked, "Even if you haven't kissed anyone before, haven't you seen others kiss in movies?"
"Aren't your lips and tongue wet? Are you an alien?" Jiang Yanyu asked with wide eyes.
"I..." Luo Qinglin coughed awkwardly and whispered, "I have seen other people kiss, but I don't know how to..."
At this point, Luo Qinglin recalled the touch of his lips just now. He felt his scalp numbing and his heart itching. His chest was beating wildly as if it was quenched with the venom of excitement.
Luo Qinglin turned sideways again and buried his head in the pillow, hiding like an ostrich, hesitating, "This, this is too fast, we just got together..."
Jiang Yanyu stared at the bright red earlobe, sighed softly, turned over and lay on his stomach, placing his palm gently on Luo Qinglin's cheek.
"Luo Qinglin." Jiang Yanyu called softly.
"Um?"
"I just want to kiss you." Jiang Yanyu explained.
"I know......"
Jiang Yanyu gently stroked the hair in his palm and asked patiently, "What kind of kiss can you accept? Tell me, and I will kiss you like that in the future."
"Now... just post it once," Luo Qinglin asked in a low voice, "Can we talk about the rest later?"
"What does 'just stick it on' mean? Show it to me yourself, otherwise I won't know." Jiang Yanyu said.
Luo Qinglin turned his head aside, blushing, not daring to look into Jiang Yanyu's eyes, and explained: "Just like at the beginning, just stick to it."
"I don't understand. Can you show me how to do it?" Jiang Yanyu closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, as if asking for a kiss.
Luo Qinglin looked at those plump, crimson lips, let out a light breath, and pecked them swiftly. The two lips stayed in contact for less than a second before separating immediately. It was so innocent that it couldn't be more innocent.
"Just like that?" Jiang Yanyu opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the kiss to be so short and so innocent. He asked with a laugh.
Luo Qinglin nodded obediently and asked cautiously: "Isn't this okay?"
"Sure, of course," Jiang Yanyu smiled, but there was a hint of cunning in the smile, "You said it yourself, we are in a relationship now, as long as you ask me for something, I will agree unconditionally."
"I want to kiss you again, just like you just now, is that okay?" Jiang Yanyu asked in a soft voice.
Luo Qinglin didn't expect that the vixen would not throw a tantrum or act like a spoiled child, but would be so easy to talk to and agree to his request so easily. He felt inexplicably ashamed.
"Okay." Luo Qinglin agreed obediently with his eyes closed.
Sure enough, as he promised, Jiang Yanyu's lips only touched his for a moment, then immediately let go without any hesitation.
But when Luo Qinglin opened his eyes again, Jiang Yanyu was still very close to him, his eyes fixed on him.
"What are you doing... Ugh!"
Luo Qinglin hadn't finished speaking yet. Jiang Yanyu kissed her again, and just like before, he only stayed for a second before leaving immediately.
Without waiting for Luo Qinglin to continue speaking, Jiang Yanyu covered him again and repeated this long-lasting kiss.
Stick lightly, leave, stick lightly again, leave again...
After the kiss, Jiang Yanyu chuckled and finally stopped teasing his easily blushing lover. He turned over and lay flat on his side, putting his palm on Luo Qinglin's face and tapping it lightly with his fingers.
"Why is your face so hot?" Jiang Yanyu asked in a low voice.
"Because I have a fever." Luo Qinglin answered as a matter of course.
Jiang Yanyu knew that Luo Qinglin was making excuses for his nervousness. The cooling effect of the antipyretic injection could last for at least two hours, and the so-called burning sensation was only caused by his restlessness and palpitations.
Apart from the sound of the two people chatting, the room was very quiet, the atmosphere was gentle, and full of a calm and warm feeling.
Jiang Yanyu asked the question he had always wanted to ask in the most unremarkable tone, "Why did you suddenly say you liked me? Why didn't you say it tomorrow, or yesterday at the stadium?"
Maybe because he was sick, he was craving for warmth and didn't want to leave Jiang Yanyu's arms. Even though he knew Jiang Yanyu was joking, he didn't want to leave, not even for just for a second.
The high body temperature was a good medicine. It burned Luo Qinglin's consciousness into chaos, but it also led him to say the most truthful words.
When he said the words "romantic relationship", Luo Qinglin didn't intend to continue acting and making excuses for his cowardice. Rather than dragging it on like this, he might as well take this opportunity to pierce through the thin paper and speak out everything that is in his heart.
"Because I've thought it through," Luo Qinglin took a deep breath and replied, "I'm moved. I like you."
"When did you fall in love?" Jiang Yanyu was silent for a moment and asked tentatively.
Luo Qinglin was stunned for a moment and did not answer immediately. After thinking for a moment, he lied and said, "When I was in Paris."
The fingertips that were tapping her cheeks paused for a moment before quickly returning to their previous pace.
Forget it, if you don’t want to say it, forget it.
Jiang Yanyu thought that he had plenty of time to wait, and he would eventually wait until the day when Luo Qinglin admitted it himself.
Jiang Yanyu smiled helplessly, closed his eyes gently, lowered his voice and said: "That's fine, as long as you say you like me..."
The author has something to say:
Jiang Yanyu: You only said that you can only kiss for one second, but you didn’t say that you can’t kiss multiple times (with confidence)
Luo Qinglin:......
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