The airport waiting hall was bustling with people, and near the ticket checkpoint, on the waiting seats, a common yet not-so-frequent scene was unfolding—a young couple was shamelessly flaunting their affection, their sweetness practically dripping.
“Give me one more kiss.”
“Where this time?”
“On the ear, on the ear.”
“Alright, alright.”
Countless single bystanders suffered a heavy blow, quietly turning their heads away, unwilling to watch directly.
More often, pairs of couples looked at each other with a hint of mock annoyance at the excessive sweetness displayed.
Of course, the majority were just onlookers, watching the spectacle with great interest. Some even pulled out their phones, preparing to snap a casual shot titled “Sweet Couple Spreading Love at the Airport.”
Couples during the summer vacation travel peak weren’t unusual, but this pair’s attractiveness was just a tad bit above average.
The boy was tall with long legs, dressed simply yet fashionably. His high, straight nose bridge, deep blue eyes, thin but sensual lips, and the smile playing on his face seemed capable of melting all the ice and snow around, drawing every eye.
He held a book in his hands, adding an extra layer of intellectual charm. The girl kept pestering him for kisses, and Jiang Chi sighed helplessly, “Stop it, I’m reading.”
“No, no, I want more kisses.” The girl, sitting on his lap, spoke in a coquettish voice, resting her head against his chest and rubbing back and forth constantly.
Her eyes sparkled like black gemstones, her skin was fair and delicate, and her appearance was sweet and lovely. Especially those slender legs, swaying unsteadily, sparking endless daydreams.
Jiang Chi sighed and kissed her on the cheek once again.
Damn! Why did kissing feel so good, especially with a man?
Warm, soft, and carrying a faint scent of tulips mixed with other alluring fragrances.
Ji Yue Nian’s heart was writhing inside like it was crawling with maggots.
The more she kissed, the more she wanted to kiss; the more she wanted to kiss, the more she kissed.
But she was clearly a man, so why did she feel this way? Why was there no resistance at all? She had fought back when her first kiss was stolen, but now she was utterly lost.
At this moment, it felt like two voices were shouting inside her heart.
One voice screamed: Don’t fall, don’t get addicted, don’t sink into this damned softness. Remember, you’re a man. Just act, don’t take it seriously.
The other voice retorted: I’m going to “delete my account and run” in two months. I invested so much upfront; why not collect some interest now? I, Ji Yue Nian, invested so much cost, why can’t I enjoy it now?
“Not enough! I want more ~~” The girl froze briefly before continuing to pester in a spoiled tone, her lips puckered like a ripe apple.
Another round of cloying, sweet dog food was dispensed.
No one knew how many kisses they exchanged before the boarding announcement was made.
Ji Yue Nian reluctantly climbed off Jiang Chi, feeling her body was filled with the faint scent of tulips—Jiang Chi’s scent.
Both had tickets for business class. As second-generation rich kids, Ji Yue Nian and Jiang Chi naturally didn’t lack money. Not to mention their personal small treasure chests, their parents’ supplementary cards alone were enough for their expenses.
Of course, Ji Yue Nian always remembered her “Ji Qingchan” persona. As an orphan with no car or house, a junior who needed loans and part-time jobs to study, how could she buy business class tickets without batting an eye?
So the business class fare was naturally covered by Jiang Chi—after all, a boyfriend was meant to splurge gold coins, wasn’t he?
Inside the business class cabin, Ji Yue Nian lay on the soft big bed, tossing and turning, while Jiang Chi sat on the nearby couch, reading by the light.
“What are you reading?” The girl’s little head leaned over curiously.
“A book.” Jiang Chi closed it and handed it to her.
Ji Yue Nian took the book, glanced at the cover title: 100 Treatment Plans for Dissociative Identity Disorder?
“Planning to be a psychologist?”
“Thinking about it.” Jiang Chi said softly, while running his hand through the girl’s flowing jet-black hair, shiny like a waterfall.
“But that’s just a side job. I still have to inherit the family fortune and enter the financial industry.”
“Jiang Chi.”
“Hmm?”
“I feel like you’re being Versailles.” The girl put down the book, crossed her arms, and looked at him with a pouty, sour expression.
“A seemingly shabby, locked-in door psychologist who’s actually a billionaire rich heir.”
Jiang Chi smiled at her words and poked the girl’s small head, “Mine is yours.”
The girl was stunned, surprise flashing in her eyes before her cheeks flushed red. She playfully swatted his hand away and turned toward the bathroom.
“Hmph! I’m going to shower!”
But Jiang Chi caught her, pinned her beneath him, poked her two soft little mounds, and grinned wickedly, “Shower later, first, let’s play a game.”
“What game?”
“This game is called…” Jiang Chi began undoing “Ji Qingchan’s” top and lowered his head to kiss her.
“Whoever can hold back longer loses.”
After an extremely intimate session, the girl blushed deeply, collapsing into the boy’s arms, muttering curses like “Bastard,” “Always picking on me,” and “You even target someone as small as me.”
Her shy embarrassment only fanned the flames of desire in the man. Jiang Chi held her from behind, letting her head rest on his shoulder, his lips curling into a satisfied smile, his eyes full of triumph.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
Ji Yue Nian shyly turned her head away, not wanting to speak. But Jiang Chi knew how to coax her. Pressing a little harder, he pinched, causing a soft moan to escape her.
“Qingchan, you look so beautiful like this.” Jiang Chi whispered in “Ji Qingchan’s” ear, “Such a pretty face, such a soft body. I really want to ‘eat’ you right now.”
“So, are you satisfied with my technique?”
The faint scent of tulips mixed with masculine hormones swept over her.
Ji Yue Nian lay stiffly in Jiang Chi’s arms, feeling that familiar yet commanding aura, her heartbeat accelerating, breath quickening.
She didn’t want to admit it, yet couldn’t deny it.
His tender, loving gaze swept over her entire body, and for some reason, a chill suddenly rose from the depths of her heart, making her skin crawl.
But when she raised her head, the eyes she met were like stars and seas, capable of drowning anyone within.
However, she did not notice that beneath that tender, loving gaze lurked deep-seated hatred and madness.