Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags - Chapter 351
Chapter 351
The suppressed emotions deep within his heart surged like a hidden tide, roaring as they broke through their restraints, flooding his entire being in an instant.
Restraint, decorum, and reserve were swept away without a trace, as the slumbering beast within his chest quietly extended its sharp claws.
Without warning, Ning Ning’s left arm was seized and pulled abruptly.
Pei Ji, who had been so silent and composed, suddenly acted, catching her completely off guard.
Her mind blanked as she stumbled forward under his force.
The jade hairpin securing her black hair wobbled and fell, hitting the ground with a crisp sound.
As it did, her cascading hair tumbled down like a waterfall, filling the air with its presence.
In the next instant, she was flipped over without any chance to resist, landing flat on the spot where Pei Ji had just been lying.
Their positions were entirely reversed—her beneath him, him above her.
W-wait a moment.
Her arms were pinned firmly against the bed, her body sinking into the warmth left behind on the bedding.
The abruptness of his movement widened her eyes, and she opened her mouth to protest.
They had agreed earlier—he had promised to let her take the lead today!
Pei Ji was breaking the rules!
Unfortunately, she had no chance to voice her objections.
His deep eyes fixed on her as he leaned down to capture her lips.
Unlike the scattered red marks on his pale skin, Ning Ning was fully wrapped in a thin white robe, appearing unruffled at first glance.
Only her flushed cheeks and the disheveled folds of her robe, half-open from the earlier movements, betrayed the tension of the moment.
His long, slender fingers reached out, tracing a path under the delicate fabric, leaving a curve in their wake.
Though uncharacteristically impatient, Pei Ji’s actions were still remarkably gentle.
Ning Ning felt the warmth of his palm against her, and her entire body seemed to heat up in response.
A trembling sensation coursed through her, as if a beast’s teeth were gnawing at her veins and blood.
Even though this wasn’t the first time, every touch from him instinctively made her shy.
Outside, it had started raining without her notice.
The rain, accompanied by a sudden gust of wind, made everything—tree leaves, candle flames, shadows, and even the figures inside—sway as though they were small boats caught in a storm.
As the night deepened, the rain gradually lightened.
When Ning Ning opened her eyes again, she could only see the young man’s slender collarbone and his smooth, pale skin.
Or rather, what had been pale—it was now tinted with a faint pink hue.
The soft blush spread quietly from his neck, blending into his fair complexion and trailing through the dark scars winding across his body, reaching every inch of his skin.
Perhaps sensing her slight movement, Pei Ji’s hands, which were wrapped around her back, stiffened momentarily, and the red flush on his neck deepened.
Now he decided to feel embarrassed.
Ning Ning, too drained to move, buried her face in the crook of his neck, placing the softest of kisses there.
Her voice, muffled and tinged with laughter, reached his ear: “Pei Ji is so good-looking.”
The young man beside her visibly froze, holding his breath.
Emboldened, Ning Ning rubbed her head against his jaw and added, “No matter the past, the present, or the future, or any part of you… I like it all.”
She liked him so much that no amount of disheveled or flawed moments could make her waver.
She would accept him wholeheartedly, no matter what.
Besides, Pei Ji had never truly been “flawed.”
No matter how harsh life had been, he had always gritted his teeth and stood tall, his posture straight and proud.
A moment of silence hung in the air.
Pei Ji, slightly ticklish from her movements, shifted uneasily.
When he finally spoke, his voice was tinged with confusion and disarray: “Any part of me… you like it all?”
Ning Ning, not giving it much thought, nodded earnestly.
“Of course.”
She heard a low chuckle.
Pei Ji’s voice, now wrapped in an undertone of desire, brushed against her ear like a spiderweb: “Ning Ning.”
The girl cradled in his arms tilted her head slightly, responding obediently, “Hmm?”
Pei Ji hesitated briefly before speaking again, his tone steady yet carrying an unmistakable hint of mischief.
“Let’s continue.”
