Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Yan Huan was caught off guard and fell against his solid chest. One of his hands still tightly gripping her wrist. As they locked eyes, Yan Huan angrily looked up and saw the dim, unclear sparkle in Ji Chuan’s eyes.

”Let go of me!”

”No!” Ji Chuan dominantly refused her demand. Gazing into her angry eyes, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

”Mmm...” Yan Huan’s eyes widened suddenly, and all the blood in her body surged to her brain. Everything around them lost sound, leaving only her increasingly rapid heartbeat and their quickened breathing.

Ji Chuan had given Yan Huan plenty of time. He had been restraining his feelings, not wanting to push her. However, she never seemed willing to take that step forward.

He was also getting anxious, so he chose this approach.

She got jealous, she cried, she was moved... In that case, how could he simply let her go?

”Let go... let go of me...” Yan Huan’s heart was in turmoil, confused and at a loss, pushing Ji Chuan, not daring to have too much intimate contact with him.

Ji Chuan released her lips, his peach blossom eyes burning with a blaze, and he spoke with a slightly heavy breath: ”Your heart is pounding, I heard it, like a drum. Yan Huan, can you tell me, if you don’t love me, why is your heartbeat so fast?”

”I... I’m flustered.” Yan Huan turned her face away, not daring to look at the current Ji Chuan, ”You shouldn’t be testing me like this.”

”Why are you flustered?” Ji Chuan stepped forward, pinning her tightly against the trunk of the sycamore tree, all his usual gentleness gone, his gaze as sharp as a blade, cutting into the hard shell surrounding her heart. ”I know this is inappropriate, but what’s done is done. However you want to punish me afterward, I’ll accept! But now, I want your answer!”

Yan Huan was cornered, unable to escape, her emotions laid bare for him to see.

”Yan Huan, I’m right here. Why don’t you dare to come to me? What are you afraid of?”

”I don’t know either.” Yan Huan lowered her eyes, feeling her face was burning hot as if on fire, her heart in uncontrollable panic.

Yes, what was she avoiding?

”Ji Chuan doesn’t need to know, so there’s no need to worry! Yan Huan, I want your heart!” Ji Chuan lowered his head and kissed her lips again. Unlike the previous tenderness, he became wild, domineering, as if he wanted to devour her.

Yan Huan was forced to endure his fervent kiss, her blood boiling, her heart racing to one hundred and eighty, feeling as if her body and reason were no longer hers.

Yet the burning sensation, this feeling of losing reason felt so good!

Her heart no longer ached, no longer hesitated, all uncertainties cast aside, the world fell silent, leaving only her and Ji Chuan.

”Yan Huan, respond to me.” Yan Ye’s deep, mellow voice came from his throat.

Yan Huan’s hands gradually slid up along his waist, encircling his neck, starting to kiss him back. The two of them whispered to each other, lips entwined, using their kisses to completely ignite each other’s passion.

Time seemed to freeze as he kissed Yan Huan’s lips until they were red and numb.

”Is that enough?” Yan Huan breathed heavily, her cheeks blushing like clouds at sunset, her eyes carrying a hint of shyness as she looked at Ji Chuan.

”Not enough!” No matter how many kisses, it’s never enough.