Chapter 290

Something soft lightly touched her lips, and Ning Ning’s eyes suddenly widened.

In that instant, all the sounds of the world seemed to disappear.

Pei Ji’s lips, thin and soft, pressed down ever so gently, like delicate, tender jelly with a hint of dryness and cracks, tightly sealing against hers.

He had no skill; relying solely on the most primal instincts to touch her little by little, his eyes lowered almost reverently, even holding his breath deliberately.

His thin lips slowly pressed down, then unexpectedly lifted slightly, only to land again like a dragonfly skimming the surface.

He kissed her with such seriousness, his face mere millimeters from hers, and spoke in a low, nearly uneasy voice: “Is this… okay?”

Ning Ning’s mind had already gone blank, but when he asked this, the warmth quickly spread from her ears to her entire body.

What does he mean by “Is this okay”?

He clearly executes the criminal first, then reports it to the emperor.

(T/N: This is an idiom that means to take action first prior to approval.)

She didn’t pull away, nor did she show any signs of disgust.

That meant she didn’t dislike it.

Ning Ning didn’t dislike him.

Pei Ji’s eyes softened with a smile, a faint blush tinting them as he pressed his lips to hers once more.

Their lips brushed silently, and everywhere they touched was soft.

Ning Ning looked up to see his eyes, smiling like a deep, bottomless whirlpool with a tear mole at the corner of his eye that made him irresistibly captivating, drawing her in willingly.

His movements were cautious, each touch requiring immense courage.

Occasionally, he lifted his long lashes to glance at her, his voice tense: “Do you like… it like this?”

It was the same phrase she had used earlier.

Ning Ning couldn’t tell if he was seriously asking or playfully getting back at her, but she finally understood one thing.

Pei Ji didn’t know how to kiss; he thought that this light contact between their lips was all there was to it.

Ok..he really is an elementary school chicken egg.

(T/N: totally inexperienced)

She stifled a laugh in her heart, glanced at the dark eyes so close to hers, and suddenly had a mischievous idea.

The kiss, which had been led by him, was now subtly redirected as the girl curved her lips into a smile and stood on tiptoe.

Then she stuck out her tongue and lightly brushed his lower lip.

Because of his blood loss and exhaustion, she felt a dry crack where she touched, and her tongue tasted the flavor of blood.

Ning Ning blinked and, gathering all the courage in her body, playfully gave it a gentle lick.

As expected, his movements instantly paused, his body heating up even more.

The moist sensation spread across their lips, like a fish emerging from water, its tail flicking and sending waves of electricity through them both.

Pei Ji froze completely, shock and bewilderment flickering briefly in his pupils, his face flushing as he hoarsely asked her, “…Should it be like this?”

Ning Ning: …

He asked so earnestly, as if thinking he hadn’t done it right, his tone carrying a hint of guilt and grievance.

As the one who initiated this teasing, she found herself melting inside at his question.

They were deep within his inner demons, so the sword spirit, Cheng Ying, didn’t appear in Pei Ji’s sea of consciousness as he normally would.

If he had witnessed this scene, it would surely cover its eyes in frustration.

Truly unbearable.

This useless idiot, needing the girl to teach him how to kiss—what a disgrace.

Fortunately, Pei Ji didn’t dwell on it.

There would be plenty of time to learn in the future.

But for now—

The boy’s hand slid up to her soft lower back, his lips shifting slowly to the side as he finally stopped holding his breath, instead inhaling her scent greedily.

Everywhere he kissed burned with heat, and in just a moment, Pei Ji, following her earlier lead, pressed his lips to Ning Ning’s earlobe.

As if deeply enjoying it, he gave it a firm nip.

His breath was warm, flowing entirely into her ear.

Pei Ji murmured to her in a barely audible voice, “I like you.”

Ning Ning felt her body turn to jelly, soft and weak, as if she were melting.

—She had never believed in such descriptions.

But when Pei Ji’s breath gently brushed her, accompanied by his deep, magnetic voice echoing in her ears, all her senses seemed to leave her mind at that moment, leaving her dizzy and powerless.

And yet, her body was pinned by Pei Ji, unable to move.

The hand on her back slowly slid upward.

Through the thin layer of fabric, Ning Ning could clearly feel the warmth and path of his palm, spreading upward like a ball of fire, his thumb pressing faintly, leaving a trail of restlessness.

His fingers finally stopped at her spine, and Pei Ji firmly pulled her into his embrace.

Her chest pressed tightly against his, and she could feel his rapid heartbeat, thumping wildly.

His lips had now reached the girl’s neck, his face buried in the crook of her neck, causing a ticklish sensation every time he spoke or breathed.

Pei Ji’s voice trembled slightly.

His voice was hoarse, like that of an innocent, bewildered child, but he spoke next to her ear with both confusion and determination: “I like Ning Ning.”

Ning Ning’s heart started pounding again.

The young man with his head buried in her neck chuckled softly, his hair brushing against her chin, gently tugging at her heartstrings.

Pei Ji’s kisses were gentle and tender, yet they also carried an underlying persistence that made it impossible for her to escape.

He breathed out warm air against her neck, his thin lips touching the girl’s flushed collarbone.

Ning Ning heard him say, “…I like you the most.”