This voice made Chen Cheng feel as if his bones had turned to jelly, and his heart utterly soft.
And even softer than his heart was she, who was in his arms.
ng Wanning’s body was light and pliable, like a frightened little deer huddled in Chen Cheng’s embrace.
The fragrance from her body, mixed with the faint scent of shower gel, wafted into Chen Cheng’s nostrils, stirring his desires.
And that smooth hair, occasionally sweeping over his neck, tickled him incessantly.
But surprisingly and as expected, her smooth skin was covered with goosebumps, Chen Cheng thought he was holding a little motor trembling continuously, which was quite amusing.
ng Wanning wasn’t faring well either.
Her body felt cold, but the person holding her was so warm, especially his breath, still tinged with a bit of alcohol, made her afraid to breathe deeply.
She felt like a snow bunny that had inadvertently hopped into a furnace, about to lt away.
The sense of sha, nervousness, and that indescribable anticipation made her even more reluctant to move; all she could do was tightly close her eyes, allowing Chen Cheng to hold her.
Chen Cheng felt her shivering in his arms, and tightened his embrace.
His warm hands gently stroked her back, soothingly, as if pacifying or perhaps testing.
"Cold?"
"Not... not cold..."
Chen Cheng chuckled, "Then what are you trembling for?"
"I... I’m nervous..."
"Afraid of ?"
"Uh..." ng Wanning quickly denied, "No... not afraid..."
Chen Cheng let out a light laugh, "How about we switch roles?"
"What... What?"
"How about you hug ?"
"Oh."
Chen Cheng released his arms, and ng Wanning chanically wrapped her arms around Chen Cheng’s waist.
Her hands were cool against Chen Cheng’s warm skin, making him shiver subconsciously.
"Sir, am I too cold for you?"
ng Wanning, thinking she had done sothing wrong, started to retract her hands in fear.
But the next second, they were held in the palm of Chen Cheng’s hand, fingers interlocked.
"Does this feel a bit better?" he asked softly.
"Mhmm... a little bit..."
Chen Cheng sighed softly, and ng Wanning, ever sensitive, grew puzzled again, "Sir, did I upset you?"
Chen Cheng gazed at the face in the dark, "Wan Wan, why are you always so cautious?"
ng Wanning was silent for a mont before she whispered, "I... I don’t know..."
Her voice carried a tint of grievance and confusion.
Her entire upbringing and theater experience had been in a relatively oppressive environnt.
What she possessed now, the glory on the stage, was built from ten years’ sweat behind the scenes and countless instances of carefully observing others.
She had grown accustod to reading other people’s minds and being cautious in her speech and actions; it had beco a part of her personality, and she didn’t know how to change it.
Moreover, this was the first ti she had ever been held this way.
Chen Cheng hugged her tighter, his chin lightly resting on top of her head, "Wan Wan, you don’t need to be like this."
"With , you can relax. Just be yourself."
"You don’t need to try and figure out, or worry about saying or doing sothing wrong. I will always be by your side, protecting you."
She lifted her head to see Chen Cheng’s face, only to be comforted by the dim light from the window.
His gentle eyes and faint smile comforted her and gave her a sense of security.
In her past, few had treated her so tenderly, encouraging her to let her guard down.
The strict instructions of her master, the competition with her peers, all forced her to build walls around herself.
"Sir..." she called softly, sounding both dependent and vulnerable.
"Hmm?"
"Can I... can I always be like this?"
"Of course." Chen Cheng touched her cheek, "I hope you’ll always be like this, genuine and unafraid in front of , to cry when you want to cry, to laugh when you want to laugh."
Chen Cheng’s words were a calming pill, allowing ng Wanning to completely relax.
She drew closer to Chen Cheng, hugging him tightly, listening to his heartbeat, basking in this unprecedented warmth.
"Sir... you..."
"Yes?"
"You’re making uncomfortable."
Chen Cheng lifted ng Wanning’s chin, her fluttering eyelashes enticing.
"Where is it making you uncomfortable?"
"Your... your arm..."
It was only then that Chen Cheng realized that having kept the sa embrace, his arm indeed might be making her uncomfortable.
He adjusted his position slightly so that ng Wanning could rest more comfortably.
"Is it still uncomfortable?"
"Not anymore."
"Wan Wan..."
"Yes?" replied ng Wanning softly.
Chen Cheng didn’t continue the conversation, but instead lowered his head and kissed her forehead. Then he followed her nose, and finally found her lips.
ng Wanning tensed instantly but quickly relaxed again.
But in the next second, her eyes flew open, and at that mont, she understood what a first kiss was.
Her lips were soft and sweet, like a ripe cherry.
Chen Cheng’s kiss was nine parts tender and one part domineering. ng Wanning’s breathing grew hurried, her hands clutching Chen Cheng’s shoulders, not daring to let go.
But that wonderful sensation made her lose herself...
...
...
The next day, an itching sensation awoke Chen Cheng.
Blurrily opening his eyes, ng Wanning was using her hair to gently brush his face.
Seeing Chen Cheng awake, ng Wanning stopped and her cheeks reddened, "Sir, you’re up?"
Rubbing his eyes, Chen Cheng smiled and said, "Not yet, I want to hold you and sleep a little longer."
Saying so, he pulled ng Wanning back into his embrace, "Why are you up so early?"
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