Originally, it was just a simple plan to punish this girl who intentionally went against him.
But—
The wonderful sensation of their lips eting made Ou Jue forget about the "punishnt."
He was just instinctively driven to seize more of her essence.
His large hand cupped the back of Xiyan’s head, deepening the kiss.
"Mmm... Ou Jue..." Xiyan’s small hands pressed against his chest, trying to push him away, but her entire body felt weak and powerless.
It felt like all the air in her mouth was being taken away, and her brain was starting to get oxygen-deprived.
After the kiss ended, Xiyan leaned against Ou Jue, her face flushed, desperately gasping for air.
Her legs were starting to feel weak.
Ou Jue’s breathing was also erratic. He buried his handso face in the crook of Xiyan’s neck, his hot breath lightly spilling down, causing Xiyan to shiver.
He steadied his breath, lifted his handso face, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling.
His dark eyes gazed at her closely.
Ou Jue’s voice was hoarse, "Do you want to beco the first woman in the world to die because you forgot how to breathe during a kiss?"
Xiyan’s heart raced uncontrollably; this guy’s deep voice was too attractive.
Ugh, it felt like her heart was about to leap out.
"You scoundrel!"
He remained unfazed, "If you don’t obediently take your dicine, I don’t mind being a bit more of a scoundrel."
"You, you, you—" Xiyan was already at a loss for words.
Ou Jue lightly lifted her chin, "I have many ways to make you obediently take your dicine, or do you want to try them all? Hmm?"
Ah, ah, ah, this guy! He’s driving crazy!
Where’s the chance to turn the tables and sing my own tune? Damn it!!
Xiyan looked at him angrily, "We’re nothing to each other right now, what gives you the right to treat like this."
"Oh?" Ou Jue’s voice had a teasing lilt, pinching her chin and bringing his handso face closer, "Can I interpret that as... you’re urging to solidify our relationship?"
"You, I..." That wasn’t what she ant at all, she was just venting. QAQ
"Idiot." Ou Jue seed to be in a good mood, a rare flicker of humor crossing his usually cold eyes, fleeting but present.
Since he kissed her, he would take full responsibility.
But confessing, this sort of thing, he would only do once in his life.
Naturally, it wouldn’t be so hasty.
Ou Jue released her, "Hurry up and drink it."
After saying this, he stood up leisurely, exuding elegance, as if nothing had happened just now.
Demon King!!
Xiyan cursed silently in her heart, a bit reluctant to always be led by the nose by Ou Jue.
Wasn’t she supposed to be the one giving Ou Jue a hard ti?!
With an engagent at six in the evening, Ou Jue supervised Xiyan to ensure she finished her dicine before preparing to leave.
He walked to the door, paused slightly, and turned his handso face to the side, "If you’re not feeling well, don’t treat your phone as a decoration."
"??"
"What I an is, call anyti, you idiot."
Xiyan gestured with her fist, "Ou Jue, didn’t you say you ca to admire what I look like when I’m sick? So what the hell have you been doing for the past half day!"
Kissing her forcibly and mocking her!
Young Master Ou slid his hands into his pockets, his expression calm, "I’ve admired enough, so I’m leaving now."
"Go already!" Xiyan really wanted to kick him out.
Ou Jue turned his back to her, but a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Fool, admiring your sick appearance was a lie.
Worrying about you... was the truth.
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