The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 73 - : 073: Kissed, hugged, touched, now you should take responsibility.

Chapter 73: 073: Kissed, hugged, touched, now you should take responsibility.

Jiang Zhi gave a hard tug and immediately moved in to seal her incessantly babbling mouth.

Then—

She became like an ice sculpture.

He stood there dumbstruck.

For a whole half-minute, they just stared into each other’s eyes, mouth to mouth, her face and neck flushing red, his face and neck also turning red.

Then—

...

There was no then.

To put it in Second Young Master Xue’s words, what, were you expecting a chick who’s never even seen an “action movie” to turn into a wolf? Besides, this chick had been oppressed in her dreams for so many years.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and in the icy, snowy world, Jiang Zhi’s palms were sweaty, his beautiful peach blossom eyes misty with moisture, blurring all images except for her clear shadow.

Her eyelashes trembled incessantly, and her face grew redder and redder.

Jiang Zhi had directed quite a few passionate scenes before, the kind where clothes come off, and there’s biting and rolling, but he had never taken much interest in such pure kiss scenes.

As a result—he had no experience.

So, he held Zhou Xufang’s head still, not letting her move, and then on her lips—he rubbed, and—chafed.

Her eyelashes shook even more fiercely, hands pulling on the swing’s rope, pulling harder and harder.

Just as Jiang Zhi thought about making another move, with a snap, the swing broke. Zhou Xufang was on top, Jiang Zhi below, and she fell onto him, both of them tumbling into the snow.

He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, getting a chest full of impact.

The wind blew the snow, fluffy white flakes fluttering from her face onto his. She lay stiff and motionless, her face taut, giving him the illusion of holding an ice sculpture.

Her fists clenched tight; she was actually holding her breath.

Jiang Zhi propped himself up with one hand, poking her face with the other: “Breathe.”

Oh, breathe.

Zhou Xu drew in a deep breath.

Jiang Zhi laid himself directly onto the snowy ground, then without struggling, without resisting, let her lie on top of him. The curve of his mouth grew larger and larger until he burst out laughing, his eyes blossoming with thousands upon thousands of peach blossom trees, each flower representing the charming allure of spring.

But it was different for Zhou Xu. She sat with a dazed face, taking a long time to figure out her bearings, then she tried to climb off him, but her limbs had no strength at all, and her whole body flopped over, rolling into a snowbank beside them.

Jiang Zhi turned over, propped his chin up, and smiled as he watched her.

Zhou Xufang felt he was particularly like those fairies in TV dramas that exclusively suck the lifeblood of humans; she scooted back and shrank away, glaring at him: “You, you, you, you—”

She kept saying “you” for a long time but couldn’t utter a complete sentence.

Jiang Zhi got up from the ground, squatted down, and moved closer to her: “Want to ask me why I kissed you?”

Zhou Xufang, using both hands and feet, got up and squatted down, nodding vigorously.

The sky was a white expanse, the earth was a white expanse, him and her, drenched by the snow, became white expanses as well, squatting face to face—still looking like two tender mushrooms.

Jiang Mushroom tilted his head, asking Zhou Mushroom: “Have you seen a romance movie?”

Zhou Mushroom nodded.

Jiang Mushroom moved a step closer to her, brushed the snowflakes off her pink bunny slippers with his hand, and looked up: “Do you know what a kiss means?”

Zhou Mushroom, a little slow, nodded at first but then shook her head, staring blankly at Jiang Mushroom.

Then, Jiang Mushroom held Zhou Mushroom’s face with both hands.

“It means,”

His eyes shone like the stars, the bright, clear light reflecting her face.

Jiang Zhi said, “Zhou Xufang, I like you.”

Seven words, resonating profoundly.

His hands were icy cold.

And her face was burning hot.

The clash of cold and heat left her dizzy.

Zhou Xufang, I like you…

I like you…

The wind howled, but she couldn’t hear it anymore, with only Jiang Zhi’s voice in her ears.

It was as if her ears were ringing; his words kept reverberating, burrowing in and out.

No one had ever expressed liking her before, leading her to believe that no one in this world would ever like her.

Then Jiang Zhi said he liked her.

She couldn’t help but wonder if there would be someone who would grieve for her should she one day be burned at the stake, or if she were taken to a laboratory to have her organs and blood all taken away—would there be someone who would miss her then?

“Do you understand what I mean?”

Amid the howling wind, Jiang Zhi’s voice gently, softly twined into her ears.

His face flushed, he suppressed all his shyness and spoke earnestly, “Zhou Xufang, I like you. It’s not about sexual orientation or carrying on the family line; it’s just me, Jiang Zhi, liking you, Zhou Xufang.”

Would you cry if I were burned to death?

Suddenly, she wanted to ask him this question, but she didn’t; her body was hot, her throat was dry, she couldn’t make a sound, squatting there motionless.

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She remained silent, so Jiang Zhi reached out to touch her cheek, red as an apple, and she flinched back.

“Don’t move.”

Jiang Zhi’s hand was still touching her face, and she didn’t move again.

He smiled, cocking his head and bringing his handsome face close to her eyes, looking just like that fairy from the television, beginning to seductively charm her.

“May I have another kiss, please?”

Yes, please.

She was bewitched and almost spoke out loud.

Jiang Zhi wasn’t actually seeking consent; right after asking, he didn’t wait for an answer—he leaned in, lightly pressed his lips to hers, and even more outrageous, he stuck out his tongue and licked her.

That lick—

Zhou Xufang was startled once again and, with her eyes wide, immediately pushed him away.

Really, it was just a gentle lick—

Jiang Zhi fell backward, collapsing into a large mound of snow.

Jiang Zhi, who hadn’t yet had his fill of kisses: “…”

He was so unwilling, so angry, so aggrieved: “Zhou Xufang, did you hit me again?!”

The expression on Zhou Xufang’s flushed face stiffened: “I, I, I… I didn’t.”

Her tongue was tied!

Surely, it was his lick that caused the problem!

Zhou Xufang suddenly panicked!

Jiang Zhi still sat in the snow, not getting up, accusing her of turning on him after a kiss: “Don’t you feel sorry for me?!” He turned his head and began to cough violently.

In the swirling snow, the red lips and white teeth of his delicate and beautiful face stood out more than ever, unable to sit up because of the coughing, half-laying in the white expanse, his body facing the wind, tempting and alluring.

Zhou Xufang suddenly felt she had gone too far; how could she push Jiang Zhi, who was so fragile, so beautiful, so delicate?

She hurried over in her slippers, a worried expression on her face: “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

Jiang Zhi turned his head, humming: “I’m hurt, I can’t get up.” Then he extended his delicate hand towards her—the once wild lion turned into a weak, helpless lamb in an instant, “Help me up.”

Zhou Xufang’s mind was blank, unable to think. She wiped the sweat from the palm of her hand and reached out to pull him up.

But as soon as she extended her hand, Jiang Zhi grabbed it, yanked her towards him, and pulled her into his arms, both tumbling into the snowy heap. Before she could push him away, he feigned weakness and coughed twice: “Don’t push, answer two questions for me first.”

Zhou Xufang curled into a tiny ball, placing her hands behind her.

She truly didn’t want to hurt him inadvertently.

Jiang Zhi flipped over, supporting himself on his hands on either side of her waist: “Zhou Xufang, what do you think of me?”

His presence and his breath bore down on her.

Zhou Xufang felt extremely hot, her breathing uneven, panting in short gasps, her face sweaty, and she replied honestly, “You’re very nice.”

Very nice, indeed.

“I’m this nice—do you want me?” He leaned in closer, a thin blush spreading over his ears, “Just nod, and from now on, Jiang Zhi will be yours.”

His voice was light and soft, the lilt at the end like a hook, ensnaring her spirit.

He coaxed her gently.

Asking, “Do you want me?”