Chapter 2080: Bridal Chamber, On the Sofa 2

Thinking of how he just kissed her face, she feels her face warm.

"What counts as a kiss?"

Han Luoqi lifts his head, smiling as he leans over and presses a kiss to her face, "Does this count as a kiss?"

After he speaks, he lightly kisses her lips, "Or does this count as a kiss? Or..."

Han Luoqi suddenly gives a mischievous smile, a smile that makes Zhuang Xuejun a bit startled.

She instinctively feels something bad is about to happen, and she turns to leave.

But Han Luoqi pulls her back, holding her face with both hands, and kisses her lips.

Gently tracing the shape of her lips, slowly going deeper.

Zhuang Xuejun is shocked, her eyes widen suddenly.

Han Luoqi places one hand over her eyes, covering them.

He continues going deeper.

To be honest, this is their first real kiss.

That night was wild, but not a pleasant memory.

He was drunk, didn’t know anything, only knew how to take, while she was struggling all the time, in pain.

Even the kiss was forced.

Han Luoqi kisses clumsily; he’s never had a girlfriend before, nor shot a kissing scene, so he has no kissing experience.

But he kisses earnestly.

Zhuang Xuejun only feels her heart racing, beating faster and faster.

This feeling of losing control, leaves her somewhat helpless, even forgetting to resist.

It’s unfamiliar, yet inexplicably alluring to her.

Rejecting a kiss with Han Luoqi, it seems not.

Even a bit of anticipation.

When she finally realizes it, she has already been pressed down on the sofa.

Han Luoqi is pressing on top of her.

What phone, what clarifying on Weibo, she doesn’t know where it has all gone.

The afternoon sunlight pours in through the window, the breeze raises the curtains gently, glimmers casting golden light.

Her mind a whirl, the world seems dizzy and swaying.

This feeling is utterly unfamiliar, entirely different from the fear and panic of that night.

Zhuang Xuejun feels that she’s drunk, drunk on his tenderness.

A sudden ringtone pierces the air, awakening the two enwrapped people.

Zhuang Xuejun’s blurry eyes gradually clear, watching the vigorous man on top, her eyes wider and wider.

Too tense, almost making Han Luoqi surrender.

She she she...she actually with Han Luoqi, on the living room sofa... did...

"Let go...ugh..."

Han Luoqi leans down to seal her lips, kissing deeply.

Beads of sweat from his forehead drip onto her snow-like skin, merging with her fine perspiration, sliding down her delicate skin.

"Xuejun...dear..."

Zhuang Xuejun looks terrified, constantly pushing at his shoulders, her face growing paler, "Let go...the child..."

How can she do such a thing with Han Luoqi, moreover with a child in her belly.

"Don’t worry, it’s almost four months, it’s safe now."

"No..."

After everything ends, Zhuang Xuejun hastily puts on her clothes, rushing upstairs without looking back.

Han Luoqi sits on the sofa, one leg bent, trousers worn sloppily, shirt casually draped over his upper body.

Carefree and a bit roguish.

Laughing with immense pleasure.

"Dear, be careful, don’t let our son fall and bump himself."

Hearing this teasing voice, Zhuang Xuejun runs even faster.

As if being chased by ghosts.

Han Luoqi’s smile widens, revealing his neat white teeth.

Only when the master bedroom door closes does he withdraw his gaze, slowly dressing himself.