Chapter 120: I Want to Kiss You—But Even More, I Want You to Kiss Me

Upon hearing this, Yan Yang fell silent, gently wiping away the tears glistening on her cheek with his fingertip. The emptiness in his chest seemed to be filled by her tears—heavy and profound, causing a faint, almost imperceptible ache in his heart.

He had always scorned the trivial matters of family, believing himself indifferent and capable of handling these unpleasant emotions. He was convinced that nothing in Biancheng could affect his mood. But apparently, that was not the case. Every word and action from Biancheng tugged at his sensitive nerves, clearly reminding him that the old scoundrel still cast a shadow over his mind.

“Tang Xiaoyu,” he said after a moment, opening his arms, seeking comfort. “Hold me.” Tang Yu tossed the cotton swab into the trash and softly wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Yan Yang,” she whispered, “do you remember what I told you? Maybe I can’t solve your problems now, but I will always be a good listener. So, whatever you have on your mind, you can tell me.” She nuzzled into the hollow of his neck. “Whether it’s happiness or sorrow, I want to know.”

Yan Yang hugged her tighter, burying his face deeper. After a moment of silence, he spoke in a low voice, “That old bastard earlier, though I hate to admit it, is indeed my father.”

“When my mother was hospitalized, he was rumored to be involved with another woman, and after that, my mother’s condition worsened…” His eyes dimmed, and he let out a bitter laugh. “Since then, our relationship has grown more strained.”

“After the mock exam, I went home and severed ties with him, but he came looking for me again.” Mentioning this, Yan Yang showed no attempt to hide his disgust, a self-mocking smile tugging at his lips. “He probably thinks I’m just his possession; he has to meddle in everything I do.”

Tang Yu held him tightly, her fingers gripping the back of his neck firmly. Yan Yang drew warmth from her neck, “Before all this, he and my mother had a close relationship; they were a famously loving couple in the circle. No matter how irresponsible that old bastard was, in my heart, he was still a proud father.”

“But while my mother was gravely ill in the hospital, he actually…” Seeing the scandalous news shattered all the illusions Yan Yang had about Biancheng. At that moment, he hated Biancheng the most.

He lowered his eyes, voice hoarse, “No matter what, I will never forgive him.”

Tang Yu clasped the nape of his neck tighter. “Alright, we won’t forgive him.”

“Yeah, no forgiveness.” Yan Yang smiled.

His ability to heal himself was strong; after a while, he returned to his usual carefree demeanor. As for the young girl, her furrowed brow betrayed a hatred for Biancheng even stronger than his own. Yan Yang watched her and wanted to laugh, his heart melting completely as he reached out to stroke her face.

“My girlfriend cares about me so much, suddenly I don’t feel sad at all.”

Tang Yu raised her eyelashes and looked at him carefully. “Really?”

Her eyes misted with tears, shining wetly. His gaze slowly dropped to her soft lips. In the wrong setting of the screening room, and now here… The words at his lips twisted.

He looked dejected. “Actually, I still feel a little upset.”

Then, stealing a glance at her worried expression, he sighed, “Maybe if I had a girlfriend’s kiss, it would feel better.”

Tang Yu paused, hesitating as she looked at him. The boy’s complexion looked pale under the light, his lips bruised, and his face full of grievance. “Is that not okay?”

Immediately, Tang Yu dispelled the fleeting thought in her mind. Yan Yang could never be faking; he was definitely forcing a smile.

So she cupped his face gently and planted a shy kiss on his lips.

“Does this… make it better?”

She stared into his eyes, pure and free of any other thoughts, simply wanting him to feel better.

Yan Yang suppressed the upward curve of his lips, lowered his head, and gave a muffled hum, then tapped his forehead, “Here too.”

Tang Yu kissed his forehead. His lips were so soft. Yan Yang couldn’t hold back his smile any longer; he raised a knuckle to his mouth to cover it, but his face was filled with worry again. Then, tapping his nose, “Here too.”

Without hesitation, Tang Yu kissed his nose.

Yan Yang finally lost all restraint and chuckled softly. The girl was too easy to fool.

After a brief delay, Tang Yu realized what was happening.

Yan Yang’s eyes burned as he gazed at her lips, nodding meaningfully, “Now it’s your turn.”

He didn’t look sad at all now. It was clearly on purpose…

Tang Yu was both annoyed and frustrated. How could he be thinking about this at a time like this? She had just been so worried.

Seeing her frozen, Yan Yang’s Adam’s apple moved slowly as he feigned casualness but secretly hoped for more. “Keep going.”

After a moment’s silence, Tang Yu reached out and touched his forehead.

“…Could it be that your dad hit you too hard and made you a little dumb?”

Yan Yang: “…”

He held her soft hand in his palm, still pretending, “I really do feel bad.”

Tang Yu nodded, playing along, “Then let’s see a psychologist.”

“What psychologist? Isn’t the medicine right in front of me?” His gaze never left her lips.

Tang Yu pulled her hand back expressionlessly and put the iodine back into the medical box. Just as she was about to stand, a force pulled her back without warning, seating her firmly on the sofa.

The boy held her waist with one hand, supporting himself on the sofa arm with the other, enveloping her beneath him.

Tang Yu tilted her head slightly, his tall body blocking the light, his handsome face filling her view.

“Tang Xiaoyu, you can’t give up halfway.”

He leaned down, his voice dragging out playfully, “You teasing me like this and then leaving—too cruel, not right.”

It was summer, and their thin clothes were just pajamas. His V-neck shirt gaped wide as he leaned over, revealing a deep, clear collarbone with a mole dangling tantalizingly in the dim light.

Perhaps because of the close proximity, Tang Yu suddenly felt warm, her mind going a little blank. “Y-you’re doing this on purpose.”

His handsome features carried a hint of mischief; a smile made him look especially bad. “Doing what?”

Tang Yu puffed her cheeks. He knew very well.

“Then can I return the favor?” His fingertip slowly traced her lips, boldly invasive.

He chuckled low, “Consider it tit for tat.”

Before she could react, his breath pressed heavily against her. Unlike the shallow kisses in the projection room, he bit her lips slowly, patiently tracing each curve. Then, gradually, his tongue slipped between her closed lips, inching deeper.

The light flickered softly.

The rustling of fabric as their clothes brushed was faint but sharp in the quiet air.

Tang Yu’s eyes glazed over, unaccustomed to such deep kissing, a hint of helpless moisture gathering within.

His fingers at the nape of her neck gently pinched her chin, forcing her to part her lips slightly, his tongue entwining with hers.

A faint medicinal scent mixed with his crisp breath.

She seemed overwhelmed by the depth of the kiss, her lashes trembling as a soft whimper escaped.

He loosened slightly but was reluctant to let go completely.

Half-enveloping, half-entwining, he sought more between her lips and teeth.

Afraid of biting her too hard, yet afraid not to kiss deeply enough, she was gradually drawn into this immersive kiss.

Time seemed to stand still.

After an unknown length of time, she began to gasp for breath, weakly pushing him away.

Her almond eyes glistened wetly, lips moist, her whole self flushed.

Looking at him so helplessly, innocent as a half-ripened berry, she utterly captivated him.

The boy pressed his forehead against hers; his eyes darkened even more. At last, restraining himself, he pulled back slightly, catching his breath.

“Baby,” he murmured with husky affection, “close your eyes.”

Her neck and earlobes bloomed with a flushed red, her breathing uneven. Her gaze shifted upward to notice his restrained Adam’s apple moving.

“Looking at me like that... I really can’t take it.”

His chest rose and fell; his voice was hoarse.

His arm encircling her waist tensed to its limit.

Tang Yu inhaled softly, clearly feeling his temperature rising, hotter than hers by several degrees.

The scent of cedar on him rolled thick in the heat, clinging and warm all around her. The intangible aura felt both icy and scorching, tangible to the touch.

Wrapped in that presence, she found it almost impossible to breathe normally.

His fingertip gently massaged her earlobe, tickling, as if soothing her nerves.

“Better now?”

She couldn’t help but shrink her neck, cheeks still glowing a tender pink.

Yan Yang caught every subtle movement, raising his hand to stroke her head.

Then he chuckled hoarsely as he leaned close. “Tang Xiaoyu, you’re so hot... are you cooked yet?”

“…”

Then, mock-seriously, he tapped her cheek and then her neck. “Want me to turn down the air conditioning?”

He was teasing her again.

Tang Yu whispered back, “You’re clearly hotter than me…”

She felt warm, but his forehead was already damp with sweat, clearly hotter.

“So hot indeed.” His pale fingers rested idly on his collar, unbuttoning one more button.

His firm skin was revealed more boldly, smooth and beautiful in line.

Since she was beneath him, a slight tilt of her head could reach…

Her gaze drifted, unsure where to settle, finally resting helplessly on the mole on his collarbone.

“Do you like it very much?” he asked hoarsely.

Caught, Tang Yu immediately looked away from the mole, but inadvertently met his beguiling eyes.

His slow voice teased, “You seem to be staring at it. Want to touch it?”

Her mind went blank at the suggestion.

Her heartbeat thumped violently against her chest.

Then her hand was lifted by him, pressed against his burning skin, lingering seductively along the pale collarbone.

His muffled laughter rang softly in her ear.

“Touch all you want; I’m all yours anyway.”

“But, baby, next time, you have to kiss me, okay?”

He rested his chin on her shoulder, his burning breath teasing her ear, a blatant invitation.

“I want to be kissed by you.”

He wanted to kiss her—and wanted to be kissed by her even more.