Chapter 98: I Like You Best~

The room was lit dimly, the warm glow hazy and soft, steeped in a languid, flirtatious intimacy.

Qiao Zhen was drawn into the man’s arms, feeling as though he would gladly crush her into his own body.

She nestled obediently against him and, with a brave little “mm,” showed that she was ready at any moment.

Qin Yichi was amused by how adorable she looked. Ink-dark currents stirred in his phoenix eyes, and his voice carried a touch of lazy ease. “Let’s watch a movie first.”

The night was still long. There was no need to rush.

He sat on the sofa, holding Qiao Zhen with one arm while using the other to pick up the remote and turn on the television.

Without hesitation, he searched for a romantic animated film from Japan, with just a slight hint of boldness.

It was obvious he had already decided long ago what they would be watching tonight.

Qiao Zhen nodded eagerly. “Great!”

She loved animated films.

Once the movie began, she felt a little uncomfortable being held so tightly and wanted to shift to the side.

But the moment she moved even a little, Qin Yichi pulled her back again, adjusted her into a more comfortable position, and even draped a small blanket over her.

“Be good. Stay in my arms and watch.”

The beige sofa was soft, and the two of them sank deep into it.

Around them lingered a familiar, distinctive fragrance, faint and sweet, with a slightly domineering tenderness as it slowly swallowed the person in his arms.

Qiao Zhen sat between his thighs, her back against his chest. The sudden intimacy made her heart pound wildly.

In the film, the male and female leads were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were small, and the people who knew each other best in the world.

At first, neither of them realized they liked the other. Yet whenever they saw the other interacting with someone of the opposite sex, they would feel an inexplicable irritability and discomfort, instantly roused by a sense of danger.

Only after they understood their feelings did they begin to test the waters carefully, from tentative touches of the fingers to interlacing hands, and then to an ambiguous embrace.

It was portrayed so vividly, so delicately.

Qiao Zhen watched herself into a daze, utterly still, her face lit with unmistakable delight. Her lips curved faintly.

She had no idea danger was drawing near.

Qin Yichi had already watched the film once beforehand. His gaze had been fixed entirely on the young girl in his arms, his chin resting in the hollow of her neck.

He could faintly smell her soft, clean fragrance, pure and serene, like gardenias blooming after rain.

She wore a plain white nightgown with a loose neckline, revealing those two pale, tender swells to him without reserve.

Like a peeled lychee, impossible not to want to bite.

The shape was just right to fill his palm.

Qin Yichi lowered his lashes. His breathing gradually turned hot, and reason was burning away little by little.

Night fell. The background music in the film slowly faded, and the animated hero gently bit the heroine’s ear.

“Nae-chan, I like you.”

The Japanese line carried an oddly heart-fluttering mood.

At last, the protagonist had confessed. Qiao Zhen was so excited she wanted to jump up, fireworks crackling in her heart.

So sweet. Too sweet.

The next second, she suddenly felt a wet, warm softness against her ear.

Qin Yichi had lightly bitten the base of her right ear as well, in almost exactly the same pose as in the movie.

“!”

Qiao Zhen froze all over, her mind instantly blank.

Only then did she feel a scorching breath against the side of her neck, tickling her so much it went straight to her heart, leaving her unable to move.

Behind her, Qin Yichi’s arms locked tightly around her waist, pressing her deep into his embrace as he rested greedily against her neck.

He was so hot, so burning.

The liking of youth was steadfast and fervent, like magma erupting from a volcano.

Qiao Zhen’s ear slowly grew warm. She felt like a small dollop of cream, gradually melting in his arms.

She was so warm she could not even focus on the movie. Her hands braced against Qin Yichi’s thigh, her eyes narrowing slightly as her voice trembled. “Qin...”

Only then did Qin Yichi finally release her lips and teeth, reaching up to pinch her earlobe.

“It’s red.”

Red enough to bleed.

Not only her ear, but the skin at the side of her neck was also slowly blooming with a beautiful pale pink.

Qin Yichi felt immensely pleased. His voice was wild and intoxicating, carrying a kind of indescribable seduction, with laughter still tucked into the end of it.

“Qiao Zhen, it seems your ears like me very much too.”

The moment he said it, Qiao Zhen’s whole body went limp, melting completely against him.

She truly had not expected Qin Yichi to be this good at flirting.

He looked so straight, so utterly straight, like a wolf who could not be bothered with romance and would never listen to a girlfriend, a man who would not bow his head for anyone.

Yet in truth, he was romantic and effortlessly seductive. How could he be this unfair?

On the screen, the male and female leads were already embracing and kissing with deep feeling.

Qiao Zhen was so flustered by Qin Yichi’s teasing that she could no longer watch the film. She could only nod and say dazedly, “Mm, I like it.”

Not only did her two ears like him.

She liked him with her entire being.

Suddenly, Qin Yichi turned her sideways. Blue veins rose on his arm as he clutched her waist and lifted her, turning her halfway around.

He made the girl face him and kneel on his thighs.

“Say it again.” Qin Yichi’s rough, scorching palm pressed at her waist, and through the thin layer of her nightgown, his body heat transferred to her.

Say that she liked him again.

He loved hearing it.

This time, Qiao Zhen did not speak.

Instead, she cupped his face, closed her eyes, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

Her kiss was light and gentle, like a feather falling, carrying hesitation and nervousness.

Like an unripe fruit.

Not long after, Qiao Zhen slowly opened her eyes and pulled back a little. Her index finger landed precisely against the chest over his heart, and her voice was sweet as honey.

“Qin Yichi, I like you the most.”

She liked his tenderness and indulgence, his bold brilliance and fervor, every side of him.

At those words, the man’s black eyes turned dangerously intense, filled with a strong, almost predatory possessiveness. Suddenly, he lowered his head and showered her with kisses.

One arm around Qiao Zhen’s waist, the other cradling the back of her head, he left her nowhere to run.

Qiao Zhen weakly hooked her arms around his shoulders, tilting her head slightly to meet his kisses, her eyes narrowing.

In front of her, Qin Yichi was like a hunter patiently waiting for prey to take the bait, always calm, always in full control.

First deep and tender, then gradually fierce and urgent.

“Mm...” Qiao Zhen was kissed so hard that her mind went hazy, and a soft moan slipped from her lips.

Qin Yichi’s kisses only deepened. While holding her tightly in his arms, he directly pried open her lips and teeth, sweeping through everything with overwhelming force.

He cast aside his earlier steadiness and restraint, revealing the loss of control and madness beneath.

It was too much.

Entwined like this, Qiao Zhen’s thoughts tangled into knots. The last taut thread in her mind snapped. She was short of breath, unable to think at all.

Even she could not believe she had actually made such a strange... sound.

And whether it was her voice that had stirred him or not, Qin Yichi seemed only more encouraged, his assault growing even fiercer.

Qiao Zhen gave a muffled gasp, wanting to lean back, but the back of her head was held even more tightly, the kisses turning fiercer still.

There was no retreat, truly, no escape. She was done for...

She felt like a helpless little fish, waiting for him to bring her oxygen.

“Mm...” Qiao Zhen’s whole body burned. At last she lost all strength and surrendered, going completely soft on his lap, letting Qin Yichi invade her with wild abandon.

Her lips felt as though they might catch fire.

In her ears were Qin Yichi’s breathing, the sounds of kissing, and the faint audio from the movie, all the lingering intimacy spreading everywhere.

Everything was delicate to the extreme.

At last, no one knew how long had passed in that dazed blur before Qin Yichi finally allowed her a little mercy, his eyes dark with a thick, smoldering desire.

“Zhenzhen, do you like it when I kiss you like this?”