Chapter 75: Kiss Me.
Seromier is a seaside town next to the city of Geya. Thirty years ago, Geya was just a small fishing village, but it rose to prominence overnight and has undergone tremendous changes in just two or three decades. Many savvy investors have gathered here.
Due to its natural geographical location, Wuxia Town has not benefited much from the economic development of the Geya Economic Zone, but it has naturally retained more of its seaside charm. The thriving tourism industry has injected economic vitality into this small town. Backed by lush green mountains, the town features pointed roofs and colorful walls. The Aibo Sea and the ancient Yache Bay converge here. In the distance, the candy-colored houses scattered on the mountains and the boundless blue sea complement each other. At night, the flower-bud-shaped bronze chandeliers along the coast light up, creating a magnificent scene that is famous far and wide.
As evening fell, sailors returning home would gather in twos and threes at charming coastal bars along the town's coast, buy a bottle of authentic Poffia beer, and chat about their day's haul while enjoying the sea breeze.
Hey, look...
"I bet he's prettier than Acherise (the famous actress)..."
Is he really a boy?
"Don't think about it. I saw his Adam's apple when he turned around..."
Does anyone know him?
The boisterous yasora music inside couldn't drown out the excited whispers. Finally, a very young and robust man stood up and ordered a glass of Yashili wine from the bartender. He was the most outstanding young man of his generation, named Bernard, and he spoke in a somewhat broken mainland accent: "Hello, excuse me..."
The person they had been talking about for over ten minutes looked over at the sound of their voices. When Bernard looked up, his breath hitched involuntarily, and the words he had prepared suddenly began to stammer: "Well, what I mean is, I wonder if I would have the honor of inviting you," he raised the glass of Yashili in his hand, "to have a drink with me..."
A hint of surprise flashed in Ying Shixue's eyes as she realized that the person in front of her had probably misunderstood something. Bernard was about to place the drink on the bar where he was, and just as he was about to politely refuse, another hand suddenly came from the side and blocked the drink in mid-air, preventing it from going any further.
Bernard's strength was considerable due to his years of seafaring, but the Eastern man in front of him was clearly stronger. The wine glass not only could not be pushed any further, but was even pulled up little by little on the table before it touched the glass, and finally returned to Bernard's side.
“Hey,” Bernard said, still watching the mysterious beauty, and couldn’t help but feel annoyed, “There has to be a first come, first served!”
“Excuse me,” the man withdrew his hand, pulled out the only empty chair by the bar, sat down, and placed what he was holding in his other hand on the table. Bernard noticed that it was a type of cake unique to their town:
"I am her husband." He said this so naturally, as if it were his own. At the same time, he was very tall, handsome and extremely aggressive. When he lifted his eyelids to look at people, he gave people a cold sense of scrutiny and oppression.
Bernard was stunned, clearly not expecting things to turn out this way. What happened? This beautiful woman had been sitting alone at the bar for more than ten minutes, and he only came up here because he was sure she was alone.
He was unsure for a moment. Seeing that he still hadn't left, Song Mingli and Ying Shixue faced off for a few seconds. Then he suddenly changed his posture, turning his body to face Ying Shixue. The well-tailored shirt clung to his clothes, perfectly outlining his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and muscular curves. In the dim light, his face carried a hint of aggressive evil.
He rolled up his sleeves to his strong elbows, then suddenly raised his forearm, revealing long, strong knuckles. Three fingers were slightly bent, and the index and middle fingers were joined together. He then pointed to the corner of his mouth at Ying Shixue.
Kiss me.
All eyes were now on them, and an barely suppressed restlessness spread excitedly through the bar as many people curiously observed the two exceptionally good-looking Asians.
Ying Shixue paused for a moment, then smiled. The beautiful woman with black hair and snow-white skin straightened up from her seat, her slightly long hair tracing a graceful arc in the air before falling to her shoulders. The lines from her neck to her profile were smooth, and against her pure black hair and skin, she had a breathtakingly icy white complexion. Just looking at her, one could almost smell her clear and clean fragrance.
The two were incredibly close and intimately connected, drawing the attention of almost everyone in the bar. Finally, the beautiful lips of the woman touched, and she gently kissed the other's lips.
The atmosphere inside the bar instantly reached a climax, filled with screams and cheers. Good-looking people are always pleasing to the eye. The way out-of-towners express their feelings is passionate and direct. Someone even blew the conch shells used to transmit information during the day, and the melodious and ancient horn sounded, expressing blessings to this young couple from a mysterious country.
Bernard clearly realized he had made a mistake, shrugged helplessly, stopped arguing, nodded, and left.
In fact, the moment Ying Shixue kissed him, Song Mingli's muscles tensed to the extreme. The soft, slightly cool touch was fleeting, and the faint fragrance of her hair brushing against his nose vanished in an instant.
He gripped the chair armrest tightly to restrain himself from pulling the person back and kissing him fiercely. The person he kissed had tears welling up in their eyes, their lips parted so they could barely breathe, and could only stare at him with red, hazy, and unfocused eyes.
She just stared at him.
He tapped his finger on the armrest, as if he were grasping something in the air and playing with it.
Ying Shixue rested her elbows on the bar counter, turning to look at him. The dim yellow light from the wall slanted down, casting a soft, veil-like halo over him. His back was incredibly thin, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.
"You're back."
The ending note rose, carrying an indescribable lightness and relaxation.
They originally flew here to Ge Yacheng to discuss a project. They worked non-stop for a week and finally got it almost done. They had booked return tickets for two days later, but Song Mingli suddenly changed his mind before leaving. He left a large group of people in Ge Yacheng to discuss the final work of the project and rented a car to drive here with him.
Seromir truly lives up to its reputation. The two of them strolled around the town during the day. The fried fish and lobster shrimp were delicious. It is said that the raspberry tart here is a unique specialty. In addition to the soft and fluffy dough, the surface is glazed with syrup made from the local berries.
The only downside is that there are too many people in the queue. No matter how rich or powerful you are, you still have to start from the end of the line.
After walking all day, Song Mingli couldn't bear to let his lover stand with him any longer. There happened to be a quiet bar nearby, so he coaxed his young and sweet-loving lover to go in and find a place to sit and rest for a while. He never expected that such a short time would attract so many admirers.
Song Mingli made an ambiguous sound through his nose and pushed the exquisitely packaged tart toward him.
Knowing that she couldn't worry about the tempting aroma of the cakes right now, Ying Shixue pulled her chair closer, rested her pointed chin on her lover's broad shoulder, and blinked at him.
She's being coquettish again.
Song Mingli snorted inwardly, but his body betrayed him by moving closer to make it more comfortable for the other person to lean on.
"Can we eat now?" The last syllable was soft and pleasant.
Song Mingli unwrapped the outer box for him and handed him the cake spoon.
Ying Shixue's attention was indeed diverted, and she took the small spoon.
This tart is beautifully made, with a sweet and crispy crust, a layer of raspberry jam at the bottom, a layer of soft taro paste that is not too sweet on top, and a generous amount of berries sprinkled with powdered sugar on top. Every bite is a rich and delicious experience that will delight your taste buds.
Ying Shixue looked at it for a while, then chose the largest berry and scooped out a layer of cake, catching it with her other hand to prevent it from falling, and fed it to Song Mingli.
The beauty's hands were white and slender, with beautiful veins protruding on the back of her hands when she held the spoon. Her nails were neatly trimmed, and her eyes curved as she looked at him.
"The first bite."
The first bite is for you.
For a few seconds, Song Mingli's mind went completely blank. He simply opened his mouth subconsciously and put the spoonful of cake into his mouth, staring blankly at the beautiful face in front of him.
He actually prefers meat to sweets, but at this moment, the sweet and sour taste of berries bursts between his teeth, and the cake base and tacos combine perfectly. Song Mingli savors the sweetness between his teeth, but his eyes are fixed on Ying Shixue, as if what he is eating is not cake, but something more delicious and more desirable.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down; he had swallowed.
Suddenly feeling a strange sensation of being stared at by some large, predatory beast before it hunted her, Ying Shixue instinctively looked away and tried to pull out the cake spoon, but it wouldn't budge.
Feeding someone in public was already beyond his tolerance. He had just thought that Song Mingli might be in a bad mood, but now this person was actually biting the spoon and not letting him take it back. He could even feel the gazes that had just dispersed starting to gather around him again, albeit faintly.
Ying Shixue gripped the cake spoon handle with a bit more force, and finally got a little angry, letting go and turning her face to the other side.
Looking at the cute little white bump on his cheek that had bulged out from his anger, Song Mingli felt a mix of tenderness and longing in his heart. He silently ground his back teeth, finally loosened his grip, took the spoon from his mouth, and reached out to pull the man into his arms.
Ying Shixue pushed his hand away and moved the stool a little further away.
Song Mingli moved a little closer to him.
Ying Shixue moved the cake again, and Song Mingli moved it closer, then further away, then closer again, then moved it again, then moved it again, then moved it again, until finally they were all against the wall. Ying Shixue turned around angrily, and a bite of sweet cake was stuffed into her mouth.
“Baby,” Song Mingli leaned closer to him, his arm against the wall, which, together with the bar and the wall, enclosed him in a small space.
Ying Shixue was still caught off guard by the taste of the berries, wanting to chew but too embarrassed to do so. Song Mingli had fed her a large cake, and now her cheeks were bulging.
"I was wrong," Song Mingli coaxed him. "I shouldn't have bitten the spoon while you were feeding me."
She should wipe away the snow and ignore him.
Right next to it was a huge potted plant, which the shop owner clearly took good care of; its lush foliage could vaguely block out the shadows of two people.
An ambiguous atmosphere spread silently. Song Mingli's arm, which was braced against the wall, slowly tightened without him noticing. His other hand tentatively reached out to put his arm around Song Mingli's waist. He lowered his head and rubbed his neck affectionately against Song Mingli's neck, saying, "Please pay attention to me, okay?" His voice was gentle and tender at the end.
Ying Shixue chewed the cake; it was really delicious. After swallowing, she said, "This is the last time."
Song Mingli nodded, indicating that he really understood.
She pushed the cake in front of him again: "Eat some first, then we'll go eat something else."
Ying Shixue then snorted and took the small fork to eat.
Song Mingli changed his posture, seemingly unintentionally, but in fact, he used his body to completely block the view from the outside world. Then, he looked at the person under the light who was eating the small cake little by little, like a kitten finding its favorite food, and his gaze swept around.
The bar, the walls, the lush potted plants, and he were all blocked off from all sides.
A smile flickered in Song Mingli's eyes.
How stupid! You didn't even realize you'd gotten yourself into a corner.
There will be nowhere to escape to later.
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