RPAGF Chapter 353 Emotional
Chapter 353 Emotional
"Ah!" she gasped, sitting up abruptly and frantically checking herself over.
Although the lotus-root colored dress was somewhat messy and wrinkled, the belt was intact, and the inner garment was neatly worn, with nothing inappropriate about it.
Startled awake by her movement, Choi Ji-ho, who was on the outside of the bed, slowly opened his dark, ink-like eyes.
Seeing Shi Wanxia's panicked expression, he smiled slightly and propped himself up on his arms, saying, "Good morning, Miss Shi."
His voice, hoarse from early morning, brushed against Shi Wanxia's eardrums like a feather, making her ear tips involuntarily burn.
Memories of last night flooded back like a tide.
"Brother Cui..."
Shi Wanxia stammered as she spoke, unsure of where to look.
"We...last night..."
Cui Zhihao slowly straightened his sleeves, his gaze lingering on her flushed cheeks: "Miss Shi, rest assured, although I am not a saint, I still know propriety and shame."
He paused, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "Except for that one young lady who kicks off her pillow in the middle of the night and insists on snuggling into someone's arms..."
"I didn't!"
Shi Wanxia was so anxious that she almost bit her tongue, but when she saw the smile in Cui Zhihao's eyes, she realized that he was teasing her. She was immediately embarrassed and annoyed, so she grabbed a soft pillow and threw it at him.
Choi Jiho caught the pillow with a smile, but the next moment he suddenly frowned and groaned.
Shi Wanxia then noticed that his left arm was a little stiff—it was because he had held her all night while sleeping, causing some blood and energy to stagnate.
"Your hand!" She disregarded her embarrassment and quickly crawled over to check.
"Did I just bump into you? Let me see..."
She reached out to grab Choi Jiho's sleeve, but because she moved too quickly, she lost her balance and fell into his arms.
Choi Ji-ho caught her with his right arm in a quick movement, and the two of them remained frozen on the bed in an extremely intimate position.
Shi Wanxia placed her hand against Cui Zhihao's chest, and could clearly feel the outline of his firm muscles under the fabric.
His heartbeat came through the thin fabric of his clothes, steady and strong, but seemed a little faster than usual.
She looked up to apologize, but was met with Choi Jiho's face, which was inches away from hers.
His eyelashes cast fine shadows in the morning light, and beneath his high, straight nose, his lips, which always held a polite smile, were now slightly pursed, revealing a hint of restraint.
"I'm so sorry..."
Shi Wanxia hurriedly tried to get up, but Cui Zhihao gently pressed her back down.
"do not move."
His voice was even lower than before, "Let me hold you for a while."
Shi Wanxia froze in his arms, feeling all the blood rush to her cheeks.
Choi Ji-ho had a faint scent of sandalwood mixed with the aroma of grass after the rain, which made her dizzy.
His arms were wrapped around her waist, with just the right amount of pressure—not too much, not too little, so that she wouldn't feel pressured, yet she couldn't easily break free.
"Brother Cui, this... is improper..."
She protested softly, but her voice was incredibly gentle.
Choi Ji-ho chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against her ear: "Sleeping in the same bed last night is considered proper etiquette?"
His fingers gently stroked the strands of hair that fell across her back.
"Wanwan, do you know that when you're talking about manners in my arms like this, it makes me want to bully you?"
Shi Wanxia had never heard Cui Zhihao speak in such a tone before—it had lost its usual gentle and polite manner, and carried a hint of dangerous ambiguity.
Her heart was pounding, and she didn't know how to respond, but Choi Jiho had already let go of her hand.
"I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous."
He stepped back a little, then resumed his gentlemanly demeanor, as if her earlier recklessness was merely her illusion.
Shi Wanxia bit her lower lip, a strange sense of loss welling up in her heart.
She straightened her clothes and prepared to get out of bed, but stumbled because her legs were numb from sitting for so long.
Choi Jiho immediately reached out and supported her shoulder with one hand, and steadily supported her elbow with the other.
“Be careful.” His voice was incredibly gentle.
Shi Wanxia looked up to thank him, but at that moment her eyes met Cui Zhihao's, and his eyes sparkled.
With a touch of playfulness and deep affection, the ambiguity in his eyes was like the brightest star in the night sky, inspiring imagination and captivating the viewer.
Shi Wanxia lowered her eyes slightly, a blush spreading across her cheeks, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.
Choi Ji-ho gazed at her quietly, his eyes revealing an indescribable tenderness and affection.
His dark, inky eyes stared intently at her, as if trying to see into the depths of her soul.
Shi Wanxia was captivated by his gaze and couldn't look away, letting her heart beat faster and faster under his watchful eyes.
"Wanwan..."
Choi Jiho called her name softly, his fingers stroking her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her delicate skin.
Shi Wanxia held her breath and watched him slowly lower his head.
His lips were wet, hot, and soft, gently covering hers like a butterfly flitting across a petal.
The kiss started gently, with a tentative undertone, but when Wanxia unconsciously responded, Choi Jiho's breathing noticeably became heavier.
He cupped the back of her head with one hand, deepening the kiss, his tongue prying open her lips and teeth, forcefully yet gently exploring her sweetness.
Shi Wanxia was so weak from his kisses that she could only cling to his shoulders to maintain her balance.
Choi Jiho's other hand touched her waist, his fingertips were slightly cool, and the skin on her waist felt itchy and numb through the thin fabric.
"Cui... um..."
Shi Wanxia wanted to say something, but he silenced her with an even more passionate kiss.
His palm covered her back through her clothes, the movement gentle yet with an irresistible force.
In her panic, she hugged his neck, welcoming his strength and tenderness.
He kissed her passionately, from her lips to her earlobes, his hot breath seeming to drown her heart.
Their breaths mingled, and Shi Wanxia could feel Cui Zhihao's breathing getting heavier and heavier.
Just as he finally pulled away slightly, she was about to speak when he kissed her again.
This time, he cupped her face in his hands, forcefully pried open her lips and teeth, and lingered over her breath.
He closed his eyes, his fingers running through her hair as if trying to meld her into his very bones.
Shi Wanxia had never experienced such a kiss before—both gentle and fierce, both restrained and unrestrained.
All the words she didn't say turned into soft moans, melting into their intertwined breaths.
Choi Jiho's fingers gently traced her contours, like a spring breeze brushing against flower petals, yet carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible force, as if exploring an unknown territory.
Her body trembled slightly under his touch, as if embraced by gentle waves.
Every touch is like a silent conversation, conveying the deepest desires and emotions within each other.
Their lingering breaths intertwined to form a gentle nocturne, and her eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, sparkled with anticipation and shyness.
His gaze, however, was like a bottomless ocean, filled with tenderness and deep affection.