Chapter 152 A Kiss

Chapter 152 Kiss

Everything after that was eerily calm.

They left the cinema calmly, found a restaurant calmly, and ate their meal calmly.

The unnatural calm made Shen Qingye uneasy.

Normally, she would carefully consider the consequences of her actions—once she did something, she wouldn’t dwell on it afterward. But this time, she had truly acted on impulse. What made it worse was Yue Lingchuan’s attitude, which was completely unreadable. Shen Qingye had been wound up all this time, yet he hadn’t done anything.

In the private dining room, Shen Qingye would steal a peek at him every time she took a bite of food—bite, peek; bite, peek.

Finally, Yue Lingchuan spoke, “Not feeling hungry?”

Shen Qingye paused, then cautiously replied, “I’m okay.”

Yue Lingchuan nodded, his expression neutral. “Any plans for the afternoon?”

Shen Qingye thought for a moment. “...Nothing planned?”

Yue Lingchuan said, “Then let’s go back to the hotel first. We’ll leave around four in the afternoon, so we can still rest for a while.”

Shen Qingye murmured an “Okay.” Seeing that he didn’t say anything else, she started to relax.

What was she so worried about? What did she have to be afraid of?

She had kissed her own boyfriend—that was completely normal!

Was there any problem with that?

It's not like he'd actually eat her alive.

With that thought, Shen Qingye instantly felt justified, straightening her back and even eating with renewed appetite.

Yue Lingchuan just gave her a brief glance without a word.

Once they'd eaten their fill, the two strolled leisurely back to the hotel.

Yue Lingchuan held her hand the entire time, not letting go once. Shen Qingye gradually grew accustomed to it after initial discomfort. When they entered the hotel, took the elevator, and stood before their room doors, she turned to him. “Then I’ll head back to my room first?”

Yue Lingchuan released her hand and gave a casual nod.

Seeing this, Shen Qingye thought he truly wasn’t going to bring up the matter anymore. She started to relax—but the moment she turned to open her door, a strong hand gripped her waist. In the next instant, she was pulled into a broad embrace!

Before Shen Qingye could react, the world seemed to tilt. Then, with a loud “bang,” the door was firmly shut behind them.

Caught off guard, she gasped involuntarily. By the time she regained her senses, her back was pressed against the cold, hard door, and before her were the man’s sharply chiseled features.

Her eyes flickered, her breath catching.

The curtains were drawn, leaving the room dim. They stood so close that she could feel the warmth of each other’s breath.

Her heart hammered in her chest as her gaze met his deep, unfathomable eyes.

In this setting, there was no mistaking what was coming next.

Only then did she realize—he hadn’t been unresponsive, nor had he been indifferent. He had simply been waiting for the perfect moment to claim her completely.

The room was silent, the surrounding air thickening imperceptibly.

The large hand at her waist tightened slightly, pulling Shen Qingye closer against her will.

Her fingers, hanging by her side, twitched as if suddenly aware, sensing his gradual approach.

Shen Qingye's eyelashes fluttered, too nervous to look at him. She closed her eyes partly to hide, partly in anticipation.

His warm breath fanned across her cheeks, but the expected kiss didn't come.

Hesitantly, Shen Qingye opened her eyes, meeting Yue Lingchuan's deep gaze. Her heart hammered, and before she could react, he captured her lips.

Shen Qingye widened her eyes in shock.

Yue Lingchuan had always seemed easygoing, but this was the first time Shen Qingye felt such raw, predatory intensity from him.

The hand at her waist tightened further, while the other gently cupped the back of her head, applying gentle pressure that forced her to tilt her head up.

Shen Qingye’s slender, pale neck arched high, a soft whimper escaping her lips—only to be swallowed almost instantly.

Neither had done this before. At first, it was just lips pressed against lips, but Yue Lingchuan quickly grasped the essence.

When her lips parted, Shen Qingye trembled uncontrollably. His kiss was deep—so deep she felt consumed, forcing her to cling to him for support. Her tongue sore and slightly swollen, she squeezed her eyes shut, tears gathering at the corners, her slender arms somehow finding their way around his shoulders, her delicate fingers tangling in his hair. Her beautiful face bore an uncharacteristic vulnerability, as if overwhelmed by sensation.

The air around them grew hotter, the slick sounds of their kisses echoing in their ears.

Shen Qingye couldn't have resisted.

…Nor did she want to.

After what felt like an eternity, the kiss finally broke.

When Yue Lingchuan broke the kiss, Shen Qingye still looked dazed. Unconsciously, she moved her lips, her tongue sore and slightly swollen.

She lifted her gaze in a daze, her eyes shining with moisture, her usual composure and resilience nowhere to be found—replaced by a pliant softness.

Seeing this, Yue Lingchuan's chest tightened with affection. Unable to resist, he bent down to catch her tears on her eyelids. Then, he trailed down, brushing over the tip of her nose before finally returning to her lips, calming her with feather-light kisses, his movements tender.

Shen Qingye, still dazed, instinctively parted her lips in response, her arms looped around his neck. Yue Lingchuan’s breath hitched slightly as he met her innocent, bewildered gaze. His eyes darkened, but he restrained himself, taking a deep breath before burying his face in the crook of her neck.

The atmosphere around them softened into something slow and tranquil.

Only then did Shen Qingye belatedly snap out of it, muttering in protest, “You cheated.”

Yue Lingchuan chuckled lowly, his chest rumbling. “Pot calling the kettle black?”

Shen Qingye pursed her lips, thinking to herself—who was the one setting fires? Who was the one lighting lamps?

But whether out of shyness or because she had enjoyed it too, she kept the thought to herself.

The room fell quiet again. Yue Lingchuan continued holding her, his steady breaths warming the side of her neck, showing no signs of releasing her.

After a moment’s hesitation, Shen Qingye wrapped her arms around his waist in return, resting her head against his chest, basking in his warmth and listening to the strong beat of his heart. Her racing heart gradually slowed.

It was then that Shen Qingye understood why college couples were always joined at the hip.

At times like this, just being together was bliss.

Truthfully, she loved this feeling.

They held each other a while longer—until Yue Lingchuan’s phone rang, shattering the quiet.

His brow furrowed, Yue Lingchuan was reluctant to answer, but fearing an emergency, he reluctantly pulled out his phone—only to pause at the caller ID.

It read: *Mom.*