The moment Chen Kuang kissed—Qiao Ling’s brain went boom in an instant, completely exploded.
For a time, she lost all ability to react.
He skillfully passed his hand through her waist, lightly circled around, lifted the person into his arms to kiss.
When forced to pounce into the other’s arms, Qiao Ling gripped his clothes tightly, closed her eyes tightly, feeling as if her eyelashes touched electricity, crazily trembling.
Chen Kuang’s kiss was different from her last two dragonfly touches kind of kisses, but was one without any probing, aura intense lip-licking kiss.
Perhaps this was the difference between man and woman, woman only needed to touch the other’s lips a little and would feel very sweet and happy.
But man craved prying open the other’s teeth, sucking her lips, entangling her tongue, until she revealed a difficult-to-breathe helpless feeling, showing him eyes begging for mercy and dependence, only then could the bad nature be satisfied.
Qiao Ling had too little experience with intimacy between man and woman, to the point that at the first lick of Chen Kuang on her lips, her nerves were so excited her legs directly trembled.
Her stumbling sign of weak legs was discovered by him, Chen Kuang pressed her waist and turned around, letting her lean against the kitchen counter, himself pressing his body even lower, even deeper.
He supported the back of her neck, kissed even harder.
Kissing her, this matter, was much more addictive than imagined.
The second tasting the clear sweet taste in her mouth, Chen Kuang almost went crazy.
Hormones continuously reflected to the brain the same command, repeating over and over a billion times—that was wishing to immediately push her onto the bed, eat her from head to toe once over, doing all matters obeying desire.
The strong contrast in body size between the two people, made when kissing Qiao Ling practically like being squeezed into his arms like a small bun, bitten mouthful by mouthful, melted into the body.
His heart, across the clothes, fiercely bumped against her chest, Qiao Ling’s fingertips went weak, almost about to drown in this breathing-difficult kiss.
The senses were magnified, she heard the sticky smacking sounds the two made when kissing, both thick and se-xual, sharply contrasting with the quietness of the home environment.
Chen Kuang also didn’t have much kissing experience, entirely relying on instinct impulse to eat her mouth, also afraid to bite her, deliberately holding back his teeth, with a larger proportion of holding and sucking in the kiss.
Having tasted the sweetness, his strength hugging her became tighter and tighter, with completely no intention of stopping.
He inserted his tongue into her territory, Qiao Ling was frightened by his rough sweeping, the small oral cavity squeezed in by the grand tip of the tongue, presence too strong, the soft oral walls couldn’t help but go numb, excited.
Chen Kuang’s high and straight nose bridge continuously pressed against her face during the turning, rubbing against her cheek, all the way stirring sparks.
This kiss, both people had waited for a long time.
Since that night Chen Kuang got drunk, Qiao Ling’s two kissing touches were like poking through that layer of window paper, both people’s desires started to become restless, both wanting to experience that feeling again, yet both without any decent pretext.
Chen Kuang saw her holding her breath until struggling messily in his arms, promptly let her go.
The two people messily pressed foreheads together and looked at each other, both their eyes entirely turbid desire.
“Waist…” Qiao Ling coughed once, panting and murmuring: “Hurts, you, squeezed me painfully…”
Chen Kuang heard and immediately loosened his hand, lifting his eyelids to look at her.
As she spoke, the lips kissed red moved up and down, even more alluring, in an instant could stir up a man’s destructive desire.
Chen Kuang didn’t even wait for her to finish speaking, leaned in and kissed again, like a wolfdog starved to the extreme, catching meat and going crazy.
How could this mouth of hers be so sweet.
Once he started kissing, he instinctively wanted to put his hand on her slender waist, but then remembered she had just now cried out in pain, so his hand changed direction midway, five fingers sliding from the back waist to the side, lightly and gently rubbing.
Rubbing onto her body, Chen Kuang realized he was no different from other men, a complete bastard, just kissed the lips and already couldn’t help wanting to touch her more, gradually possessing everything.
Qiao Ling curled up, her burning tongue tip retreating step by step, kissed by him until she hummed in disarray, making shy noises even she hadn’t expected.
The other party’s gradually hardening solid body due to excitement also deeply attracted her, causing her to produce an unprecedented wet feeling.
At this moment, the man’s hand rubbed all the way, fingers across… swept over, lightly pinched once.
Soaked in the ocean of heated passion, Qiao Ling suddenly opened her eyes wide, her whole body trembling violently, her body sending out an abnormal shiver from the inside out.
She struggled crazily, waving her hand and accidentally brushing and hitting his cheek.
Pa—sound, very light.
The passion between man and woman abruptly stopped in this second.
Chen Kuang ignored the faint stinging pain on his face, discovering her resistance, immediately pulled back distance, held her arm, “What’s wrong?”
Qiao Ling’s body was trembling, head lowered shaking, breathing completely disordered.
Chen Kuang knew he had gone too far, took the initiative to apologize: “It’s my fault, scared you.”
Head hot, pressing advantage, messing around shamelessly, not even knowing light or heavy.
She raised her eyes to look at him, showing a smile, but her complexion was clearly pale, “No…”
Before Qiao Ling finished speaking, she saw Chen Kuang release her hand, movements a bit stiff turning around, making as if to leave.
Chen Kuang glanced at her complicated and fragile expression, heart giving rise to regret, promised: “Didn’t know you don’t like this, next time it won’t happen.”
“I’ll go to the bar first, you rest.”
When hearing the room door slammed open with a bang, Qiao Ling, supporting herself on the kitchen counter, slowly squatted down, tightly hugging herself.
She clutched her clothes at her chest, punching several times but still couldn’t ease this flustered reaction, her reddened eye rims holding helplessness.
Recalling Chen Kuang’s appearance when apologizing and retreating, her self-disgust emotion reached the peak.
No.
It’s not like that.
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Four days later, this year’s National Day holiday arrived as scheduled.
The first day of National Day, Qiao Ling’s senior schoolmate called Liu Feng’s wedding photo plan was to be held.
She did not listen to those gossiping classmates dressing up in full attire, just as usual did light makeup preparing to go out.
She did not listen to those gossiping classmates dressing up in full attire, just as usual did light makeup preparing to go out.
That kind of thing like insisting on proving in front of an ex that you’re living very well, really very childish.
The moment a romantic relationship ends, the two people already have no relation anymore, making the other jealous—what use is that?
The country isn’t going to issue a “Successfully Pissed Off Your Ex” special subsidy fund.
At exactly ten o’clock, Qiao Ling carried her bag, changing shoes at the entranceway, flipping through the shoe cabinet to find a pair of high heels suitable for today’s outfit.
The rustling sounds she made woke up Chen Kuang who was still sleeping. He rubbed the corner of his eye, looking at the small figure squatting in front of the shoe cabinet, “Wearing so formal?”
She supported herself on the shoe cabinet, putting on high heels, stomping the heel a few times, “Mm, today need to attend senior schoolmate’s wedding.”
That night the two of them got carried away and kissed, then because she made the atmosphere a little awkward again, Qiao Ling at first was worried that they would fall into a long awkward cold war because of this matter, but in the end, it wasn’t like that.
The next day when Chen Kuang came back from the bar after work, he spoke with her as usual, doing things the same as always, no difference from usual at all.
Qiao Ling sometimes really appreciated his ability to ease the atmosphere. Even if there was indeed a gap, he could still act with the same attitude as usual.
The two of them tacitly no longer brought up that kiss, nor the reason why she had pushed him away.
Even though he didn’t take it to heart, these past few days Qiao Ling was still in a state of unease, afraid that the little bit of distance they had finally gotten closer would be pulled far again because of these things.
At this time, Chen Kuang lightly asked again: “Where is it being held?”
“Just at a Emei Restaurant near Wanxiang City, that place hosts quite a lot of weddings.” Qiao Ling sprayed a bit of perfume on herself, said to him: “You hurry and keep sleeping, I’m heading out.”
With a bang, the door closed.
The house returned to a quiet state. Chen Kuang curled up on the sofa, staring at the doorway with some thoughtfulness. After a while, he picked up his phone and dialed a call.
“Hello, I want to ask about…”
…………
Qiao Ling had arranged to meet Xiaole at the restaurant entrance and go in together.
Xiaole glanced at her hand tightly grabbing her own arm, let out a puff of a laugh: “Speaking like you don’t care in front of others, but now that it’s right in front of you, still chickening out, right?”
“Don’t be scared, it’s just an ex-boyfriend, it’s not like he’s a murderer.”
Qiao Ling pouted, “Not… just afraid he’ll humiliate me in public.”
Not seeing each other for over half a year, she actually almost couldn’t remember the other’s face clearly anymore.
Xiaole looked suspicious, her brows jumping up and down revealing confusion: “You still won’t tell me the real reason you two broke up even now, he treated you badly? Cheated?”
“I remember back then, you said he would occasionally stay over at your little apartment. I thought you two had a good relationship.”
Recalling those things made her head hurt. She lowered her head, “Ai… don’t ask, it wasn’t his problem.”
“It was my responsibility, that’s why I’m afraid he’ll mock me in public.”
Xiaole couldn’t believe it, quietly asked: “You cheated?”
Qiao Ling complained: “What nonsense cheating! I’m stuck in the shop all day, if I were to date it would only be with those hammers and muskets!”
“Hahahaha, alright, don’t I know you.” Xiaole pulled her into the restaurant, “Don’t worry, with me here, Gao Ziyao wouldn’t dare show you a face, otherwise I’ll go up and slap him.”
“I’m a Taekwondo black belt.”
Qiao Ling: … Lele, thankfully I have you QAQ
Once inside the restaurant, the senior schoolmate’s wedding was in the main banquet hall. The two of them together first handed over the wedding gift money at the entrance, wrote blessing words, then went in to find a place.
The tables were all arranged according to the bride and groom’s sides. There were four tables for the groom’s university classmates. At a glance, all familiar faces. After leaving school, everyone had changed a little, both unfamiliar and familiar.
Everyone saw them and greeted them to come sit.
“Long time no see, where have you two young ladies been making a fortune these days?”
A male classmate with a cheeky smile, upon seeing Qiao Ling’s fair skin and beautiful looks, was obviously even more excited than just now. “Right, Qiao Ling, they said you’ve got new developments, is that true? Or are they just talking nonsense?”