Chapter 89 Exercising the rights of a boyfriend.
Upon hearing this, Kwon Ji-yong's pupils suddenly contracted, and he lowered his gaze to meet her raised, moist eyes.
He leaned forward, lowered his head, and his lips almost touched Anjou's.
Kwon Ji-yong stopped just half a centimeter away from her lips, their warm breaths mingling, and they could almost feel each other's accelerated heartbeats.
An Rufeng looked at his eyebrows and eyes, her gaze shifting slightly.
“You don’t need to do anything.” He raised his hand to stroke her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her lower lip, his voice hoarse, “I’ll do it.”
The next second, Kwon Ji-yong pulled the curtain behind An Joo-bong, blocking their view, and lowered his head to cover her lips with his.
An Rufeng reached out her left hand to hook his neck, and as she passed his neck, her fingertips couldn't help but gently press the Adam's apple that she had just wanted to touch.
Kwon Ji-yong gasped, then suddenly pulled An Joo-feng into his arms, holding her tightly around the waist.
In an instant, the gentle kiss turned forceful and passionate, almost stealing her breath.
An Rufeng tilted her head back and hugged Quan Zhilong's neck tightly, feeling the warmth that belonged to Quan Zhilong.
Kwon Ji-yong's kiss was passionate and lingering, and he only released An Joo-bong when her breathing became rapid.
Kwon Ji-yong gently stroked An Ru-feng's earlobe with his fingertips, looked down at An Ru-feng and whispered, "What is our relationship now?"
An Rufeng calmed her breathing and was taken aback when she heard this. Did she even need to ask?
If they can kiss, what other kind of relationship could they have?
She raised an eyebrow, smiled slightly, and didn't directly answer his question: "A relationship where we can kiss."
"A relationship where you can kiss? What do you mean?" Kwon Ji-yong frowned slightly. Not together, but they can kiss? Ambiguous relationship?
He traced his fingertips on Anru's slightly parted lips, lowered his head, and smiled as their noses touched. "I'm greedy; I want more than just a relationship where we can kiss."
He suddenly bit her lower lip, "I want the exclusive privileges of a boyfriend."
An Rufeng leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Quan Zhilong's neck again. Looking into Quan Zhilong's eyes, she smiled meaningfully and said, "Does that mean other relationships can involve kissing? Being able to kiss you means I accept you as my boyfriend."
An Rufeng looked slightly puzzled. "Can you kiss someone you don't like? I want to kiss you because I like you. Don't you? Do you really like me, Kwon Ji-yong?"
Kwon Ji-yong lowered his head, cupped An Joo-feng's head with his hand, and kissed her deeply.
This kiss was even more passionate than the last one; his tongue lightly licked the crevice of her lips before plunging in when she slightly opened her mouth.
Like a raging fire, it rampages and plunders every inch of softness.
A tingling, electric-like sensation exploded between her lips and teeth, and An Rufeng's fingers gripped his clothes tightly.
She couldn't help but tilt her head back and step back a little, but Kwon Ji-yong pressed forward and pressed down on her. An Joo-bong was choked by a longer and deeper kiss.
Kwon Ji-yong's palm was pressed against her waist, his body heat burning her skin through the thin fabric, as if trying to knead her into his very bones.
Anru felt a shiver, perhaps because the air conditioning was on full blast.
Kwon Ji-yong enveloped An Joo-feng, his kisses landing on her lips, cheeks, earlobes, and finally lingering on her sensitive neck.
Anru Feng tilted her head back and ran her fingers through his hair.
"Kwon Ji-yong..." she called his name softly without thinking, her voice hoarse.
"I'm here." Kwon Ji-yong looked up, responded softly, and kissed her lips again.
It wasn't until the seventh kiss that Kwon Ji-yong slightly pulled away from her lips.
"My love," he breathed heavily, pressing his forehead against hers, his fingertips hooking a stray strand of her hair and twirling it between his fingers, his voice hoarse, "Can you feel it?"
Anru was still panting, her eyes glistening with tears.
"Do we need any more proof?" Kwon Ji-yong's voice was deep and husky as he brushed his thumb across her moist lips.
Anru Feng covered her lips and moved far away from him, almost blurting out, "I don't need it anymore."
Seeing this, Kwon Ji-yong couldn't help but laugh out loud, feeling a little regretful, as he wanted to kiss her as many times as he wanted.
God knows how long he'd wanted to kiss him.
However, she's his girlfriend now, so there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
The thought that An Ru Feng was now his girlfriend made Kwon Ji Yong extremely happy.
He saw An Rufeng keeping her distance from him. As he approached her, he noticed the wary look in her eyes. Quan Zhilong couldn't help but smile and say, "I won't kiss you."
He moved a little closer, and An Rufeng watched him without moving.
His gaze fell on her face, and he reached out to hold An Rufeng's hand, his thumb gently stroking her knuckles, his fingertips slowly tracing across her palm.
Kwon Ji-yong's eyes were full of smiles as he squeezed her fingers: "Can I exercise my right as a boyfriend to hold your hand?"
As he spoke, he tugged at her hand and shook it gently.
“Okay.” An Rufeng smiled, moved the hand he was holding, and took the initiative to interlock her fingers with his.
Upon seeing this, Kwon Ji-yong's cheekbones rose, revealing a set of neat white teeth.
Just as he was about to say something, Taeyang called out to Kwon Ji-yong.
It's time for practice.
Kwon Ji-yong tried to pull An Ru-feng up, but An Ru-feng didn't move.
She touched her lips and felt they were swollen. She looked at Kwon Ji-yong's lips and, by the light shining through the curtains, could see the color of his lips clearly. They were somewhat red, but not very noticeable.
An Rufeng opened her phone, intending to check her own. Unlike Quan Zhilong, the camera showed a face with bright red lips and an unnaturally red cheek.
"Go practice by yourself." She didn't want to go out like that.
Kwon Ji-yong's smile gradually widened until it turned into a big laugh.
His laughter was undisguised, and Taiyang and the others couldn't help but look curiously at the curtains covering them.
Kwon Ji-yong's voice carried a clear hint of amusement: "If you don't go out, you'll attract even more attention."
An Rufeng didn't speak, only glanced at him.
Kwon Ji-yong took off the little red hat he was wearing backwards and put it on An Ru's head, pressing it down to cover most of her face, and smiled ingratiatingly, "This is better."
An Rufeng took out her phone to look at herself, adjusted her hat, and pulled the brim down a bit. She was quite satisfied, and then she went out from behind the curtains before him.
Anru walked calmly to her practice spot.
Kwon Ji-yong followed her out, unhurriedly, his head swaying slightly with each step. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was in a very good mood.
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