Chapter 153 scared you.
Feng Jin's kiss was fierce and lingering.
He pressed his lips against Shen Yuepo's lower lip and pressed down hard. Taking advantage of her soft cry of pain, he forcefully pried open her teeth and thrust in.
"Hmm!"
Shen Yuepo's breathing became erratic instantly.
Feng Jin's tongue aggressively entwined with hers, each entanglement carrying a chilling electric current.
She shuddered, her waist arching involuntarily.
Feng Jin immediately grabbed the back of her head and deepened the kiss.
Feng Jin tightened his grip on her wrist, pressing her left hand firmly onto the pillow.
He bent his knees and forced her legs apart, which she had instinctively closed, and pressed down on her with his entire weight, causing Shen Yuepo to sink completely into the soft mattress.
This position allowed every inch of her curves to fit snugly against his body, turning even her struggles into an ambiguous friction.
"breathe."
He gave a hoarse command between breaths, his burning lips lingering on the corner of her lips, lightly brushing against hers.
Shen Yuepo's rapid breaths sprayed onto his face, Feng Jin's eyes darkened, and he suddenly turned his head and bit her earlobe.
Shen Yuepo trembled uncontrollably.
Her eyes reddened from the kiss, but Feng Jin suddenly pulled away and buried his head in the crook of her neck.
His hot breath sprayed onto her sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
Shen Yuepo was finally able to catch his breath, his chest heaving violently, like a stranded fish returning to the water.
Her lips, red and slightly swollen from the kiss, parted slightly, and her brain felt a little dizzy from lack of oxygen.
The storm-like attack had almost drained all her strength and disrupted all her calm thoughts.
A muffled voice came from Feng Jin's neck, the previous domineering and predatory tone gone, replaced by restraint: "I'm sorry..."
His right arm was still tightly wrapped around her, but the restraining force seemed to have loosened a little. "I couldn't control myself and scared you."
Shen Yuepo finally caught his breath, and his chaotic mind began to function again.
Thinking back to that outrageously skillful technique...
She pushed his shoulder hard, her voice tinged with a barely perceptible shyness from the earlier lack of oxygen:
"Feng Jin! Explain yourself! Who taught you all this... who taught you all this?!"
Her usually cool eyes were now glistening with tears, and the corners of her eyes still bore the faint traces of red as she stared at him.
Feng Jin was clearly taken aback for a moment, then chuckled softly.
He held her, nimbly rolled over to lie on his side, and pulled her into his arms.
His slender fingers gently brushed through her disheveled hair: "Shen Yuepo,"
His voice was laced with obvious pleasure. "Don't you know that men are naturally gifted in this area?"
Shen Yuepo was about to say she didn't believe him and struggled to break free from his embrace.
Feng Jin seemed to have anticipated this, and with a grab in mid-air, a picture book gleaming with a faint light suddenly appeared in his hand.
He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath deliberately seeping into her ear canal: "Want to see?" His voice was full of teasing, "Shen Tu's eternal treasured edition."
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She looked at the picture book with a cover that was so wildly unrestrained it was almost an eyesore, and she could vaguely see several silhouettes in extremely unrestrained poses on it.
I instantly understood what it was.
The mighty Emperor of Fengdu actually learns from this kind of thing...
A sense of absurdity and shame surged through Shen Yuepo's head.
She felt her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg on them.
She abruptly closed her eyes, wishing she could immediately throw the man in front of her, along with that damned picture book, back to Fengdu.
With a flick of his finger, Feng Jin caused the picture book to instantly turn into wisps of smoke and vanish.
His deep voice carried a hint of coaxing: "Shen Yue Po..."
He paused for a moment, then said, "Can I assume... you don't mind me kissing you?"
Shen Yuepo's body visibly stiffened in his arms.
Do you hate it? That feeling of having your soul ignited is definitely not hateful.
But... should I admit I don't dislike it?
This is even more embarrassing than asking her to catch a hundred vengeful ghosts.
Shen Yuepo immediately closed her eyes and began to play dead, but she couldn't hide the blush spreading across her ears.
She could neither say "I hate it" against her will nor could she say "I don't hate it."
Like an ostrich, she buried her burning face in his cool, fragrant embrace, her body stiff and motionless.
Even their breathing was deliberately slowed down and softened, as if they had instantly entered a deep sleep state.
Feng Jin: "..."
He didn't press her further, but simply rested his chin gently on the top of her head, his palm lightly stroking her back as if soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.
Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a shadow on the intertwined figures of the two.
As Feng Jin felt the person in his arms gradually regain their steady breathing, a smile appeared on his lips—there's plenty of time ahead.
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