Chapter 170 Kiss
On the way back to the Federation Star on Elvis's spaceship, Tong Wanwan was humming happily.
Elvis appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually paying attention to her every move, every frown and smile.
He listened very attentively, but the girl was humming an unknown tune without lyrics, intermittently, casually and freely.
But...it will make people who hear it feel good.
Suddenly, she stopped singing and chuckled.
Elvis reacted quickly and turned to look at her: "?"
Tong Wanwan waved her hand and said, "I thought of something interesting."
Elvis: "What's going on?"
She blinked, unable to control her shy expression, and raised her hands to cover her face and laugh.
"Before we left, Daya asked me if I was going on a date with you, Mr. Marshal. I kept explaining that we were just going to have dinner."
"I didn't expect it..." Tong Wanwan sighed, "He really is going on a date."
Ivis lowered his eyes, grabbed her wrist, and pulled it down, revealing the girl's crystal black eyes shining with a smile, "Do you regret it?"
Do you regret agreeing to him?
But he had confirmed it again and again and gave her a chance to back off.
Even if he wants to regret it, he won't...
"How is that possible!" Tong Wanwan's eyes widened in surprise, as if she found it unbelievable: "The one who confessed to me was Mr. Marshal! Elvis!"
Elvis was stunned.
Only then did he suddenly realize that Wanwan was still his little fan, so it was not surprising that she had such a reaction.
"I just feel like I've slapped myself in the face." Tong Wanwan chuckled and spoke from her heart.
She was even worried about how to face the two children's "interrogation" after returning to the pet shop.
Elvis: “…”
Feeling slapped in the face by yourself?
The Marshal did not understand the meaning and essence of it, he just unconsciously glanced at the girl's face.
Because she was smiling so happily, her originally snow-white cheeks were stained with a faint pink.
Very beautiful.
The curve of Tong Wanwan's lips was like a small hook, hooking her heart and pulling her eyes, making him unable to look away.
Ives pursed his lips imperceptibly.
Before Tong Wanwan could react, he suddenly covered her face with his palm.
The man's large hands were completely different from the cold aura he exuded. They were warm and very comfortable.
"Mr. Marshal?" Tong Wanwan subconsciously rubbed her face against his palm, not knowing why.
The next moment.
The man silently rubbed her face with his fingertips and said righteously, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Tong Wanwan: “…”
Does this action mean that if you rub your face, the pain will go away?
It was supposed to be a more amusing thing, but she suddenly stopped smiling, looked at him thoughtfully, and asked, "Mr. Marshal, are you taking advantage of me?"
Ives's fingertips trembled.
Discovered.
He hesitated for a moment, but still didn't put his hand down. "Isn't it possible?"
Tong Wanwan was stunned for a moment: "Of course..."
The return spacecraft started autopilot, and they were now standing in the same position as when they set out.
Behind it is the vast and beautiful universe.
"Can you go a little further?"
The silver-haired man lowered his eyelids and looked at her with a bottomless burning light in his eyes.
A little more excessive...what is it?
She opened her lips, closed them again, and nodded.
I always feel that the words I ask are weird.
After agreeing, it was visibly visible that Mr. Marshal's eyes lit up for a moment.
As if testing her, he slowly lowered his head, and the hand that was originally on the side of her face slowly moved down, lifting her chin lightly.
Tong Wanwan was suddenly stunned.
The Marshal, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, was much taller than her, but surprisingly, he didn't give her the slightest sense of oppression.
The closer she got, the more she could see the infinite tenderness in the man's lowered eyes, as well as the suppressed impulse that was enough to burn his body.
Tong Wanwan discovered that no matter how strong her psychological defenses were, they would collapse instantly when she met those golden eyes that only recognized her.
He first came closer and kissed the corner of her lips.
He paused for a full two seconds, and seeing that she was just surprised, with her pupils slightly constricted, and without any disgust, he put aside his cautious behavior and moved his lips slightly.
Finally, he kissed the girl's beautiful red lips.
The moment their lips touched, both of their hearts trembled.
From being cautious at the beginning, to conquering little by little, Elvis mercilessly deprived her of the already scarce sweet oxygen between her lips and tongue.
But the man was extremely gentle. After kissing for a while, he heard the girl's panting, and even though his ears were burning, he endured it. He moved his thin lips away from her, waited for her to calm down, and then kissed her again.
This time, their breaths were truly close and intertwined.
All Ivis felt was softness, sweetness, and an undeniable sense of satisfaction welling up from the bottom of his heart.
Between her lips and teeth, she could taste the orange-flavored candy she often held in her mouth.
Orange flavor...
The Marshal suddenly had an inappropriate thought—
From today on, I have one more favorite food.
Tong Wanwan was dizzy from the kiss. When she couldn't help but open her eyes, she saw the silver-haired man's eyelashes trembling slightly with his eyes closed, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, flashing and flying into her heart.
What a nice view.
She could never refuse Mr. Marshal.
I can't refuse his gaze, I can't refuse his words, I can't refuse his hidden thoughts.
No matter when.
When they parted for the last time, they were both a little embarrassed.
Tong Wanwan's lips were slightly red and swollen, and Elvis...
"Pfft." She couldn't help but bury herself in his arms, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten her back.
Elvis hugged her tightly uncomfortably: "What are you laughing at?"
"Pfft." She choked on her laughter, raised her head, and touched his lips with her fingertips.
"Mr. Marshal, you are wearing lipstick too."
The weather has become much colder, so she applied a moisturizing lip gloss on her lips today. The color is a warm orange-red, and it smells very refreshing, with a light fragrance that is not offensive.
When the kiss ended and she saw Mr. Marshal's face clearly, she realized that he had rubbed off half of her lip gloss.
Elvis has fair skin, and this extra touch of color surprisingly... doesn't make people feel out of place.
It also lightened the coldness between his eyebrows a lot.
Elvis's eyes softened, and he didn't mind. He just raised his hand and touched her hair.
The touch under the palm is very good, so soft that it feels like touching luxurious silk worth a thousand gold.
"It's okay." He said, "Just give it back."
Tong Wanwan: “…Huh?!”
"Wait, Mr. Marshal! Give me some time to rest..."
There was no chance to utter the word "a moment".
Elvis had already leaned down and moved closer.
"No."
(End of this chapter)
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