My World Is All about You

"You are really... shameless!" Jing Haohao couldn't believe the barefaced words he dared say. She clenched her teeth and spurted out, "I am your friend's girlfriend. In a few days, I will become his wife! That night... was an accident. I hope we both act as if nothing ever happened. Besides, I'm not the kind of woman one can touch casually!"

"Ha.." As if hearing a tremendously hilarious joke, Liang Chen chuckled once, then meticulously scanned her delicate face and said suggestively, "Don't worry, I won't touch casually. I will touch seriously! However, I remember that I was quite serious when I touched you last time. Did you forget about it?"

Once again mentioning that night, Jing Haohao's body tensed up.

Realizing her reaction, Liang Chen thought it was indeed adorable, "Should I interpret your reaction as excitement or nervousness?"

Jing Haohao clenched her hands and pursed her lips forcefully.

Her lips were light-colored, reflecting moisture that caused Liang Chen's internal blood to churn. Unable to contain himself, he raised his hand, forcefully pressing her against the wall. He then lowered his head to cover her lips, unable to hold back.

Caught off guard by his sudden actions, Jing Haohao's eyes widened in alarm, but in an instant, she regained her senses, raised her hand, and pushed against him forcefully without thinking.

Confronting her resistance, Liang Chen quietly fought back. His intensity of the kiss escalated gradually.

He felt his heartbeat pounding like a drum, his blood racing within himself, seeking a way out.

Just when he felt her resistance diminishing and she became more compliant, he gradually lessened his grip, relaxing himself, indulging in their kiss.

While he was thoroughly enjoying her unique delicacy, suddenly, a sharp and unbearable pain shot up from his tongue. The pain caused him to grunt. His tongue felt as though it would be severed the next second, so he hurriedly released her. Shortly after, a strong taste of blood was spreading in his mouth.

Liang Chen instinctively raised his hand, touching the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. Lifting his eyes, he saw that Jing Haohao's eyes were filled with steadfast determination and were staring him down.

Her lips still bore the traces of his blood, a striking sight.

Her face was calm. Without uttering a word, she stared at him for a moment, then fiercely pursed her lips again, pulled out a tissue from her bag, harshly slapped it against his face, and then turned around, running away without looking back.

Liang Chen remained still, covering his mouth, silently watching as Jing Haohao's delicate figure receded rapidly and then disappeared.

It dawned on him belatedly that this woman was different from any other he had met.

Different from those in his imagination too.

He originally thought that this clean, soft, and delicate-looking girl was timid. She wouldn't dare to make a sound even if he bullied her. But, the very woman whose eyes were clear as day, brimming with fear and instability whenever she saw him, had just profoundly hurt him.