Chapter 35 Kissing Skills Training: Sweet Orange and kisses are both mint-flavored...
*Recalling the dividing line, the beginning*
"So, what do you want me to promise you?"
After coming down from the shooting range, Yan Ceyan took off his goggles. He gently tucked Yan Quan's hair, which had been disheveled by excitement, behind her ears.
His cold voice softened unconsciously, as if he were coaxing a child: "What do you want to ask for? Hmm?"
"This..." Yan Quan was still immersed in the excitement of winning the bet, and her mind went blank for a moment.
Yan Quan simply turned his head and gave Yan Ceyan a quick kiss on the cheek: "I'll owe you one, let me think about it."
The soft touch sent a jolt through Yan Ceyan, who froze, looking somewhat bewildered: it was the first time Yan Quan had taken the initiative to kiss him.
“…Okay…” Yan Ceyan’s tongue was tied, and he could hardly speak clearly. “…Alright.”
"Tell me when you've made up your mind."
After finally calming his racing heart, Yan Ceyan thought to himself that he was hopeless. Yan Quan could easily crush him with a single basic attack.
So the "bet" was postponed again and again. Time flew by, and before we knew it, summer vacation had arrived.
On the afternoon of the day before summer vacation, during the last period, the atmosphere in Class A was extremely restless, with a cacophony of talking and tidying up.
Amidst the noisy atmosphere, Yan Quan slipped out through the back door unnoticed.
A message was faintly flashing on the screen of the phone held tightly in my fingers; it was just sent by Yan Ceyan.
Y: Come to the rooftop.
"What are you doing?" Yan Quan casually locked the stairwell door leading to the rooftop, then turned to look at Yan Ceyan:
"So mysterious."
"And they even specifically arranged to meet at..." Yan Quan glanced around the quiet, sparsely populated surroundings, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Hmm... a place that can't be seen by others."
They are well-suited for doing shady things.
Yan Ceyan's eyes were dark and deep, and his vertical pupils flickered slightly. Then he put his arm around Yan Quan's shoulder and pulled him closer to him.
"That bet."
"Have you thought about what you want me to agree to?"
Hmm... actually, not yet.
More precisely, Yan Quan had long forgotten about it.
“Eh…this.” So Yan Quan used the same trick again, wrapped his arms around Yan Ceyan’s neck and leaned forward, giving Yan Ceyan a quick kiss on the cheek.
Her beautiful fox-like eyes crinkled into a smile: "Boyfriend, let me think about it some more."
Yan Ceyan was aroused by Yan Quan's charm, and then lowered his head to kiss Yan Quan's forehead, saying with a hint of helplessness, "I will be leaving the capital during the summer vacation."
"Participate in a preliminary selection process for a designated military non-commissioned officer. The process lasts three months."
Yan Quan was surprised to hear a hint of reluctance in Yan Ceyan's cold voice, which revealed his high efficiency as an AI.
"If you don't make a request now, you'll have to wait until three months later."
“Then I’ll talk to you again in three months.” Yan Quan reacted quickly, almost blurting it out.
"..." Yan Ceyan remained silent for a long time, his deep eyes staring straight at Yan Quan.
It's like a deep, gloomy swamp.
...Yan Quan realized that Yan Ceyan might be a little angry.
"Don't you feel even a little bit reluctant to part with me?" Yan Ceyan finally managed to squeeze out a sentence from between his thin lips.
Her tone was surprisingly... a little aggrieved.
The word "wronged" can even be used to describe Yan Ceyan.
Oh no... I'm doomed. Yan Quan realized that she had unintentionally stepped on Yan Ceyan's landmine.
"Actually, I really can't bear to part with you." Yan Quan curled her fingers and tried to cover up her mistake. "Just now, I was... well, pretending to be calm."
Yan Quan was not lying.
The moment Yan Ceyan blurted out "I'm leaving," Yan Quan's heart skipped a beat. Her initially cheerful mood turned sour.
However, for Yan Quan...
The sense of "dependence" in a romantic relationship is extremely limited.
In most cases, Yan Quan does not allow himself to expose his "vulnerability".
"..." After hearing Yan Quan's explanation, Yan Ceyan's expression did not soften much, and he still stared straight at Yan Quan.
Yan Quan felt a little intimidated by the stare, so he took out a mint candy he had just swiped from the classroom from his pocket.
The smooth, glassy substance lay in my palm, glowing with a warm, orange-yellow halo in the twilight.
"This was given to me by Zhang San from my class. It's from a long-established candy and pastry shop in H Port. They say it's made by a master craftsman."
"This one costs 200 RMB."
"It also has a really nice name, called 'Tipsy First Love'."
Yan Quan eagerly held out her palm to Yan Ceyan, her eyes sparkling brighter than a mint candy: "Do you want to try some?"
Yan Ceyan's brows finally furrowed, but his eyes remained cold: "I don't like sweets."
"What should I do if I don't like sweets...?"
Under Yan Ceyan's intense gaze, Yan Quan deftly unwrapped the transparent foil with her slender fingers. Then, she put the mint on her tongue.
"I like to eat."
Their breaths drew near, and Yan Quan clung to Yan Ceyan's shoulders, deliberately tilting her head slightly. Their high, straight noses touched, producing a muffled friction sound in the air.
Yan Quan deliberately softened his voice, his husky tone brushing against Yan Ceyan's nose like a tickling feather: "Sweet."
The crystal rolled through Yan Quan's mouth, and Yan Ceyan heard the wet, churning sound of the sticky air.
Yan Ceyan's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
Noticing Yan Ceyan's unusual behavior, Yan Quan's eyes flashed with a cunning glint, and she continued to slowly entice him, "Yan Ceyan, boyfriend."
"Really, you don't want to eat?"
Then, under Yan Ceyan's increasingly persistent and almost explosive gaze...
Yan Quan held a mint candy to the tip of her tongue and slightly parted her lips.
Yan Ceyan's scalp tingled instantly, and he felt as if the blood in his entire body was boiling and surging—even two injections of adrenaline wouldn't be enough to compare to his current restless desire.
With a "whoosh," Yan Ceyan gently pulled Yan Quan closer to his chest, his taut arm muscles tightening around her, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
But Yan Quan timely pulled him away slightly: "Yan Ceyan, you're not allowed to bite people."
The warm breath exploded in Yan Ceyan's mind like a wildfire—
Because Yan Quan's next sentence was: "Yan Ceyan, open your mouth."
"Then, stick out your tongue."
"Do you know how to kiss? I'll teach you."
"Bang—" All rationality collapsed in an instant, and Yan Ceyan couldn't care less about his anger. All he could see were Yan Quan's bright eyes and... parted lips.
"Mmm..." Their breaths were drowned out by their entangled panting. Yan Ceyan pressed Yan Quan's nape tighter and tighter, his knuckles leaving messy scratches on the pheromone blocking patch.
Yan Quan also cooperated by pulling Yan Ceyan closer and closer with his arms. The wet sound echoed between their ears, a passionate and deafening sound.
"Hoo... Ha..." Yan Ceyan's tongue followed the rolling, crystalline candy, sliding back and forth. He could feel the candy getting smaller and smaller...
Yan Quan was becoming more and more like a pool of water, as if he were about to melt into Yan Ceyan's embrace.
Even... during the brief moments when Yan Quan turned his head to breathe, the back of his neck would tremble involuntarily due to its sensitivity.
These seemingly minor discoveries fueled Yan Ceyan's overwhelming pleasure, urging him to press Yan Quan closer and closer, to seize him completely...
There's no hope for them after all.
As Yan Ceyan breathed heavily, he thought, resigned to his fate:
Yan Quan is clearly an Alpha.
Yet, it excited him more than all the Omegas he had ever met before combined. Just as Yu Liang had cursed, he really was a... pervert who liked Alphas of the same sex.
*
Yan Quan felt it necessary to reiterate that the learning ability of an S-level Alpha was indeed very strong.
Yan Quan originally only intended to give Yan Ceyan a "brief" lesson on kissing techniques, but...
This guy's progress is incredibly rapid and terrifying.
Not only did he learn to roll, turn over, and breathe within a few rounds, but he also... took the initiative and pinned Yan Quan down, kissing him so hard he could barely breathe.
Is this really the lung capacity of someone who exercises regularly...?
"Ugh... Ugh... Fuck... Huff... Yan, Yan... Ce Yan." Yan Quan's lips went weak from the kisses, and he began to pant listlessly: "Stop, stop... Stop..."
But it was no use. Yan Ceyan became even more excited. He pressed his lips deeper and deeper against Yan Quan's neck.
Yan Quan had reason to suspect that Yan Ceyan was still angry. It was just that his anger had shifted from one aspect to another... and his actions were undoubtedly intensifying Yan Ceyan's emotions.
Sigh, I guess I have to be the one to coax my own boyfriend. "Mmm..." Yan Quan decided to obediently accept the kiss.
Dusk, sunset, rooftop, and the ever-increasing heat of midsummer.
The boys, tightly embracing each other, are experiencing a golden age of life that is uniquely theirs. It is so passionate, enduring, and beautiful that it seems to exist only in comedy films.
If a time machine truly existed, Yan Ceyan would gladly jump in and relive his eighteenth summer again and again.
Because at that moment, Yan Quan was truly the cutest and most captivating person in the world.
It was precisely because of this that, even though there was later immense hatred, deception, and a complete break between Yan Ceyan and Yan Quan...
Yan Ceyan couldn't fall in love with anyone other than Yan Quan.
Just like those "relationship experts" on TV who preach so confidently—love is a feeling.
So the truth is, apart from Yan Quan, no one else could give Yan Ceyan the same intense feeling... Even if it's hatred, Yan Quan's hatred is more unforgettable to Yan Ceyan than anything else combined.
*
"Yan Ceyan." After being kissed until he was dizzy and disoriented, Yan Quan rubbed his slightly swollen and red lips, finally having a chance to interrogate him. He was about to utter his favorite phrase:
"You fucking have—"
Yan Ceyan chimed in at the opportune moment: "Yeah, I'm sick."
"Sigh..." Yan Ceyan gently stroked Yan Quan's hair with his fingertips, letting out a soft sigh: "You really..."
"What's wrong with me..." Yan Quan continued to ask.
"Nothing much." Yan Ceyan hugged Yan Quan tightly, resting his chin on Yan Quan's shoulder, and then remained silent.
You are really dangerous.
"I'm finished." Yan Ceyan silently finished this sentence in his mind, clearly acknowledging his utter defeat.
"Why are you so skilled at kissing?" Yan Ceyan held Yan Quan for a while before suddenly uttering this question.
"Have you had many boyfriends?"
Damn it... This problem. They're starting to dredge up old grievances.
Yan Quan froze, sensing that if he didn't answer this question well, it would be another "life-or-death question".
However... surrounded by Yan Ceyan's extremely oppressive presence, Yan Quan's premonition told him that if he didn't tell the truth, things would be even worse.
"Um... this." Yan Quan hesitated, her lips trembling, and slowly said, "It's... six, seven, eight, nine... ten."
As expected, upon hearing this, Yan Ceyan tightened his arms around Yan Quan's waist, as if deliberately suppressing his rising jealousy and possessiveness.
Specifically, yes.
"..." Yan Quan lowered his head to rub Yan Ceyan's somewhat stiff hair, and softened his voice to say, "Thirteen."
As soon as the voice finished speaking, Yan Quan felt Yan Ceyan gasp, and the arm around Yan Quan's waist almost squeezed her so tightly that she couldn't breathe.
"So, I'm the fourteenth?"
"Little Fourteen?"
Ha, ha. What a humorous Yan-style hellish joke! Yan Quan is already sweating profusely.
"But...but," Yan Quan said quickly, "you're the last one! I promise!"
The arms wrapped around his waist loosened, and Yan Quan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he had escaped death. He finally understood firsthand how his classmates had felt after narrowly escaping the clutches of "King Yama."
“You’re different from all of them.” Yan Quan continued to tilt her head and press her head against Yan Ceyan’s: “When I was dating… well, my ex-boyfriends… I found it particularly annoying.”
“They were the ones who pursued me.” Yan Quan rolled her eyes, recalling the events while carefully choosing her words. “When they got angry, I never tried to appease them.”
"I would just break up with him directly."
Upon hearing this, Yan Quan noticed that Yan Ceyan's brows furrowed immediately, and the knuckles on his waist tightened slightly.
"So... are you trying to coax me now?" Yan Ceyan's lips twitched, trying to find a way out for himself.
"Nonsense, of course." Yan Quan almost wanted to ask Bao Zheng to distinguish between his loyalty and treachery: "Otherwise, who would be so obedient as to let you hold him down and kiss him... for almost half an hour."
"You've kissed my lips so much they're raw." Yan Quan leaned closer to Yan Ceyan and showed him her raw lips.
"..." Yan Ceyan's eyes flickered slightly, and he gave Yan Quan a comforting kiss on the lips, "I'm sorry."
"Next time..." Yan Ceyan didn't continue: because next time is uncertain.
“It’s just like a puppy.” Yan Quan then said indignantly, “It’s fierce, territorial, and likes to bite people.”
"From now on, I'll call you 'Little Dog'."
"Little dog," Yan Quan called out, nuzzling Yan Ceyan's neck.
"..." Yan Ceyan did not reply, tacitly agreeing.
After a long while, Yan Ceyan added a sentence, as if he was trying to emphasize something: "Only you..."
"You're the only one I'm allowed to call me that."
"If anyone dares to compare me to a four-legged animal..."
He's finished. Yan Quan silently completed this sentence for Yan Ceyan in his heart.
*
“You gave me a nickname.” Yan Ceyan ran his fingertips around the back of Yan Quan’s neck, affectionately twirling Yan Quan’s long hair.
His tone, however, left no room for argument: "I'll give you one too."
"You smell like oranges."
Yan Ceyan lowered his head and took a deep breath: "Is it pheromones?"
"Hmm..." Yan Quan's alarm bells immediately went off.
I don't know where I read the Lancet literature review, but it showed significant differences between Alpha and Omega pheromones. Alpha pheromones are typically characterized by cool, aromatic notes reminiscent of cold-climate coniferous forests, while Omega pheromones tend to have strong floral and sweet fruity aromas.
Why did Yan Quan remember this English reading comprehension passage so clearly? ... Because the author used oranges as an example.
Citrus fruits—a legendary pheromone scent that is 90 percent Omega.
Unfortunately, Yan Quan was an "orange".
Classic omega orange.
To avoid arousing suspicion, Yan Quan said again, speechless, "Um... this orange smells like a pheromone blocking patch."
"Nowadays, manufacturers of pheromone blocking patches use stronger fragrances to mask the original pheromone scent."
Yan Quan didn't dare to breathe loudly, her breathing was very cautious: "Ha, ha, ha... It's really, a great design."
"Ha..." Yan Ceyan seemed to be amused by Yan Quan, his usually cold eyebrows trembling slightly as circles of smiles appeared:
"So, what is the flavor name of this brand?"
"Uh..." Yan Quan continued to lie through his teeth, quickly drawing upon his eighteen years of accumulated linguistic and literary knowledge:
It should use local materials, evoke emotions from the scene, combine Chinese and Western elements, be faithful, expressive, and elegant, and take into account the general public of the advertising users.
“Sunset…” Yan Quan had another sudden inspiration: “Sunset Sweet Orange, yes, that’s right.”
It's "Sunset Sweet Orange".
"This business name sounds quite nice." (This is self-praise, like a vendor hawking their wares, to enhance credibility.)
"Haha..." Yan Ceyan hugged Yan Quan, his shoulders shaking with laughter. What to do? He thought Yan Quan was so cute when she said the brand name.
How could there be such an adorable creature as Yan Quan on Earth?
"Okay." After clearing his throat a few times, Yan Ceyan finally calmed down and then, holding Yan Quan's chin, said very seriously:
From now on, I'll call you "Sweet Orange".
Huh?! Yan Quan's face immediately burned hot.
Now Yan Quan finally understood what it meant to "lift a stone only to drop it on one's own foot."
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Author's Note: This chapter was so satisfying to write! A total XP explosion! (That's exactly why I write novels!!) Are there any other readers who feel the same way?
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