Chapter 92: First Kiss—Her Blushing Cheeks Were Adorably Charming

The air in the corridor was damp, and under the dim, warm light, a hazy, ambiguous atmosphere was created. Only the faint outline of the man's profile could be discerned; his burning gaze was impossible to see clearly. The air was saturated with an intoxicating tenderness, fermenting little by little.

Joan's ears echoed with the words, "I want to kiss you." Her heart suddenly lost its rhythm, and she was nearly breathless, flustered and at a loss. So soon... Even though Ethan Qin was gentle and cherished her, always asking if she was willing, she could still feel his intense, passionate force. It was as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Joan's cheeks grew hotter, and her mind was suddenly flooded with chaotic images. The first time was the day Ethan Qin got drunk; she had helped the drunken fool onto the bed, but her knee hit the bed frame, and she accidentally pinned him down, her face pressed to his lips. The second time was after barbecue; she tried to feign drunkenness to seduce him, but ended up genuinely drunk and lost, boldly crawling into his bed and planting a firm kiss on his right cheek. And there were countless scenes from their previous life—ambiguous entanglements, blushing, and pounding hearts.

Joan was frozen. She tried to feign calm, but her racing heartbeat and trembling fingertips betrayed her mercilessly. What should she do? She really wasn't prepared, and her eyes were still swollen from crying earlier; she wasn't sure if her makeup had run, but she certainly wasn't looking her best.

Just thinking about kissing Ethan Qin made her heart flutter wildly, her legs growing weak...

Unknowingly, Joan found herself backed into a corner, with no way to retreat. Ethan Qin cupped her face with one hand, and with the other, he gently but firmly held her waist, preventing her from slipping away.

"Do you want it?" His voice was thick with desire, seductive and precise, striking her heart.

Joan's ears burned; she nodded like a doll, her voice trembling softly, "Mm..."

Hearing the girl's timid and gentle reply, Ethan Qin sighed, pulled back a little, pinched her cheek, and coaxed her, "Joan, if you're not willing, that's okay. Don't force yourself—I won't be angry at all, you understand?"

He wanted Joan to agree because she liked him and wanted to kiss him, not just to accommodate his wishes. This was their first kiss. He had intended to wait a few days, to give Joan time, then bring it up again, but now he simply couldn't resist. It was his fault; he was too eager.

After pinching her cheek, Ethan Qin took her hand. "Come on, let's go home." With his words, the sound-activated light in the corridor flickered on, casting gentle warmth and illuminating everything before them. The lingering intimacy scattered.

He pulled Joan, but she remained rooted to the spot. She gripped his fingers tightly, head bowed, a little aggrieved. "I'm not forcing myself..."

How could she not want to? Joan summoned her courage once more, her voice soft yet firm. "Ethan Qin, I really want to kiss you too!"

She had wanted to kiss him, nibble him, touch his abs, and sleep in his arms for so long. Yet she knew she could only talk big; when faced with actually doing these things, she was as timid as a little turtle, only daring when drunk.

As soon as her words fell, Ethan Qin was stunned, his steps halting sharply. The corridor light flickered out again. Joan couldn't see his expression, her heart pounding faster and faster, breathless with nerves.

Suddenly, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, closing the distance with an intense, almost oppressive force. In the darkness, Joan felt Ethan Qin lower his head. The next second, his warm lips brushed hers, soft as a feather, sending tremors through her entire body.

The taut string in Joan's mind snapped. Ethan Qin's movements were commanding, yet his kiss was gentle, as if he were kissing the most precious, beloved treasure.

"Mmm..." Joan lost the ability to think, instinctively wrapping her arms around his shoulders and neck, tilting her head up to meet him.

Ethan Qin's kiss was scorching, filled with deep, lingering affection. Sensing the girl's surrender, he gradually intensified the kiss, pressing her lips with a little more force.

Joan was swept up in the passion, her eyes moist and her ears burning. She felt as if she might drown in his molten tenderness, her whole body melting, strange and soft.

What should she do? She felt she might collapse...

It was as if Ethan Qin could read her completely; his arm around her waist tightened, lending her strength and pulling her even closer, their bodies perfectly aligned.

His hot breath overwhelmed her, entwining relentlessly.

In the quiet, humid atmosphere, the sounds of intimacy grew louder in her ears. Joan could think of nothing, only clutching him tighter, her mind filled with: Like him, really like him, truly like him...

She didn't know how much time had passed before Ethan Qin finally released her, lingeringly pecking her lips before gradually pulling away.

"Very sweet." Kissing Joan was indeed sweet, like tasting a strawberry cake.

For their first kiss, their lips had merely pressed together, savoring each other's softness. There were no other excessive actions.

The sound-activated light came on again with his voice, bathing them in gentle warmth.

Joan's fair cheeks bloomed with a blush, her eyes shimmering with mist, her long lashes trembling, breath coming softly at her lips—a picture of someone thoroughly bullied.

Ethan Qin looked down at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, a burning flame igniting in his belly. He had already been gentle and restrained, yet Joan still appeared overwhelmed.

She had held her breath throughout the kiss, not daring to inhale. Next time, would he kiss her so deeply that she couldn't catch her breath?

Ethan Qin leaned in, smiling as he pinched her cheeks. "Your face is so red."

Joan, embarrassed by the kiss, bit her lip and buried her face in his chest, refusing to let him see her expression. Her voice was muffled, "Don't tease me..."

He held her close, his breathing a little hurried, his heart melting from her sweetness.

He thought Joan was adorable when she smiled, always revealing two little dimples, her eyes sparkling like stars. She was cute when she cried, tears falling one by one, as if she had suffered a great grievance, choking back sobs, pitiable and fragile. She was even cuter when she blushed, unable to meet his gaze, flustered and hiding her face in his chest like a shy little deer. Even when she showed no expression, she was still lovely.

No matter how she was, she was always adorable.