Chapter 1092: Chapter 1092: Why Is Kissing the Lips Allowed, but Not There?
"How did it feel just now?" Pei Yuanchen asked in a low, slightly husky voice.
Ziyi bit her lip, not speaking yet, but her cheeks started to turn red.
"Not good!" she suddenly announced loudly.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt a bit guilty and looked up at him sneakily, "Uncle Xiaobao... will you get mad at me and ignore me from now on?"
Pei Yuanchen didn’t speak for a while.
Ziyi thought the answer was surely yes, feeling anxious and couldn’t help but say, "Uncle Xiaobao, I let you kiss my lips, don’t kiss there..."
Pei Yuanchen suddenly laughed, reaching out tentatively, holding onto her wrist.
Ziyi didn’t struggle; she had noticed that as long as Uncle Xiaobao’s eyes didn’t turn blue, he wouldn’t do such things to her.
She looked up at him, her expression tinged with a bit of grievance.
Pei Yuanchen poked her forehead, "Why can I kiss your lips but not there?"
"Because kissing the lips feels good... but kissing there doesn’t feel good," Ziyi said honestly.
"That’s because you’re not used to it yet." Pei Yuanchen’s gaze landed on her tightly buttoned chest, his eyes darkening, "Actually, kissing there feels good too."
"Liar," Ziyi obviously didn’t believe him.
Pei Yuanchen took her hands and kissed the back of one.
She let out a sound, tried to withdraw her hand, but Pei Yuanchen held tight, and she couldn’t succeed.
He then turned her hand over, and lowered his head to place a feather-light kiss on her palm.
"Oh!" Ziyi struggled a bit, "It feels odd..."
Pei Yuanchen looked at her, voice low, "Really? Besides odd, any other feelings?"
Ziyi bit her lip, confused.
Pei Yuanchen pecked her palm again.
Ziyi shivered, her face suddenly red, "Tingly and itchy..."
"So, do you like this feeling?" Pei Yuanchen lowered his voice.
He discovered that this girl’s body was quite sensitive.
Indeed, she’s a treasure.
Ziyi blushed deeply, hesitating for a moment, nodded, but then started shaking her head halfway.
"Do you like it or not?" Pei Yuanchen patiently asked.
"No... I don’t really like it," she whispered, her tone carrying a hint of pride.
"Really?" Pei Yuanchen chuckled lowly, once again lifting her hand, placing a kiss on her palm, and before she could react, kissed again and again repeatedly.
Ziyi shrank back, struggling slightly to reclaim her hand, but to no avail.
"Uncle Xiaobao..." her voice was pitiful.
Pei Yuanchen finally stopped kissing her palm.
He adjusted, switching from holding her wrist to holding her hand instead.
The woman’s hand was incredibly soft.
"And now?" He asked hoarsely, "Do you like it?"
A rosy blush spread across Ziyi’s cheeks, amazingly beautiful.
If she said she didn’t like it, Uncle Xiaobao would surely continue kissing her palm...
She hesitated for a while, eventually nodding reluctantly, indicating, "It’s not that bad..."
Actually, if she carefully considered it, that feeling was quite pleasant... somewhat like kissing the lips... Ziyi thought.
Pei Yuanchen gazed at her with deep eyes.
She obediently yet proudly showed a hint of arrogance, most alluring.
