Untouchable Lovers

Chapter 278: Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-Five Chapter 278: Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-Five Their lips had barely touched when Chu Yu instinctively felt a difference from before; no longer was there a tender grinding, but instead, a hint of aggression emerged between their lips.

A tongue ventured out from beautifully shaped lips, carefully tracing the shape of hers, and after a moment, resolutely pried open her lips, seeking to delve deeper.

Chu Yu clenched her teeth tightly, but Rong Zhi was in no hurry, he leisurely kissed her, his tongue nimbly sweeping over her teeth, teasing her to the brink of biting him in utter irritation before timely retreating, methodically licking and sucking her lips.

Chu Yu felt as if her mind were boiling over, she could think of nothing else, and could only resist instinctively, all sensations seeming to concentrate around her lips and cheeks. With each kiss, flames seemed to spread, even her teeth felt as though they had become sensitive, twitching and itching slightly.

When Rong Zhi pulled away again, their breaths intertwined, brushing against each other’s faces, stirring a warm, ambiguous tingle. Their lips were so close, less than half an inch apart, just a slight dip of the head would bring them together once more.

It was time to stop.

Rong Zhi thought calmly.

She had walked far enough away, there was no need to use this method to keep her quiet… If this continued, he might lose control himself.

But in his mind, images uncontrollably flashed by: her smiling, her panicking, her determination, her sorrow, her shyness, her embarrassment… There had never been another who, like her, would break arms and legs, forsake the path home to embrace him.

The more he wanted to forget, the more indelibly she engraved herself, unstoppable.

Soft willow branches slipped between them, and Chu Yu felt something cool pressing against her lips. Instinctively, she bit down, only to find she had bitten off a tender green willow leaf. The contrast of red lips and the green leaf was striking. Rong Zhi sighed softly and once again bowed his head.

First came a very gentle sucking, the lips already very tender and hot, but with the willow leaf nestled between the four lips, it shifted, cool and thin. Rong Zhi chuckled softly, biting down on half of the tender leaf, his tongue playfully flicking, deepening the kiss once more.

His tongue deftly swirled, barely brushing the tip of the willow leaf against her tongue, before sweetly intertwining. The crisp leaf was crushed at some point, melting into the mouth of neither knew who.

It was like… anesthesia.

Chu Yu thought hazily, oxygen-deprived, she was losing clarity of what she was doing. But instead of darkness, her eyes were met with fireworks bursting one after another, overlapping layers creating a brilliant kaleidoscope, even the corners of her eyes dazzled with splendor.

Her lips began to tingle slightly, but they instinctively craved more of this sweet intimacy, an embrace too satisfying to resist.

Rong Zhi’s hand, which had been holding Chu Yu’s wrists, gradually relaxed, his fingers slowly caressing the side of her wrist, as if mimicking a kiss, tenderly stroking the delicate skin inside her wrist.

Time passed, and those searching for Chu Yu paced by nearby several times, but the two were immersed deeply in their kissing, heedless of anyone else.

They were very quiet, silently deepening and easing the kiss. The corner chosen by Rong Zhi was excellent, undisturbed by others.

One more time.

As if discovering a fascinating game, lips part only to meet again moments later, no longer distinguishing who initiated it. In the corner of the Willow Forest, the spring light was recklessly and unreservedly scattered.

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“What shall we do if we can’t find her?” The people who had been searching several times had come back empty-handed, and Amman stood on the shore not far from the flower boat, almost on the verge of crying.

Wang Yizhi raised his hand to tap his forehead, then turned to ask Guan Canghai, “Brother Canghai, what do you think?” Having said he would protect him closely, Guan Canghai had indeed stayed on his boat.

Guan Canghai hooked the corner of his mouth, his smile somewhat strange: “I reckon, perhaps you don’t need to send anyone else to search.” His hearing was not something Rong Zhi, or anyone else, could match; within a certain range, many subtle sounds could not escape his ears.

Wang Yizhi was momentarily taken aback, then understood the hidden meaning in his words, “By force?”

Guan Canghai’s expression was strange: “Not right now.” Initially, it was.

After a brief contemplation, Wang Yizhi immediately ordered to prepare to set sail. Amman and the horse carriage were still on shore, originally planning to wait for Chu Yu’s arrival before loading everything onto the ship together. Seeing that Wang Yizhi was about to leave, he hurriedly asked, “Aren’t you waiting for Chu Yu?”

Wang Yizhi gave a hearty smile and said, “She most likely won’t come, and there’s no need for you to wait here any longer. Go home and wait.”

Amman, somewhat confused, instinctively turned towards Guan Canghai. Guan Canghai did not respond immediately but simply opened his mouth to ask, “Aren’t you waiting?” His question was directed at Wang Yizhi.

Wang Yizhi smiled and said, “After all, she isn’t on the same path as me. Even if I took her with me, her heart would still harbor constraints. If this were ten years ago, when I was young and impetuous, even without any interest in the charms of a gentle homeland, I would have still fought with that person.”

But now things were different, with those two having intentions of their own, he simply decided to leave on his own, letting them be, to wrestle with their emotions.

Realizing that Wang Yizhi truly had no intention of staying, Amman became anxious and was about to move towards the ship, “You can’t go.” Chu Yu hadn’t arrived yet!

Guan Canghai gave a chuckle, stepped forward, and extended his right arm, effectively blocking Amman. He managed to bring the young man, who had already jumped towards the ship, back to shore with ease. With a gentle press on Amman’s shoulder, he effortlessly immobilized him, “Come with me.”

The painted pleasure boat began to move, and Wang Yizhi’s casual singing voice drifted leisurely over the river, “Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky…”
His laughter reached the heavens, as if, despite the departure, it was as joyful as a reunion.

—-Life’s pleasures must be fully enjoyed.

The boat sailed with the current, his singing voice echoing and eventually fading into the distance.

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The prolonged kiss finally ceased, and Rong Zhi breathed lightly, gazing at Chu Yu whose face was almost flushed enough to drip. His fingers lightly traced her palm intermittingly.

His other hand still covered her eyes as he was uncertain whether, if he removed it, those eyes that directly faced one’s own heart and bravely confronted her love and hatred, weakness and abjection would also reflect his thoughts.

Chu Yu panted for a long while, and the flush on her face slowly subsided. By now, the restraints on her were so loose they were almost nonexistent, yet she hadn’t made any effort to break free. Leaning on the tree trunk, only after her breathing had evened did she speak coldly, “Can you let go of me now? Rong Zhi?”

With a wry smile in his heart, Rong Zhi released his hands and stepped back.

Chu Yu stared at him. Her lips were still bright and moist, with faint red marks near her eyes, like the lingering afterglow of an embrace yet to fade, set against her expressionless face, revealing a peculiar icy beauty.

Chu Yu lifted her sleeve, carefully wiping her lips. She looked up at Rong Zhi with willow branches fluttering in her line of sight, the figure of the youth in white with black hair standing behind the green railings appeared vivid, his smile gentle as water, his eyes unfathomable.

That… demon-like man.

Chu Yu watched him for a while before finally speaking slowly, “Should I address you as Rong Zhi? Or should I call you ‘Guan Canghai’?”

Each word was pronounced like iron, with all sweetness and affection completely dissipated.

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Phew… so exhausted… I spent several days getting in the mood for this kiss scene, and at last, I’ve written it… for me… these thousand-plus words were almost harder to write than twenty thousand words…

A milestone, haha, after a marathon of over five hundred thousand words, finally, they kissed~~
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