22 The Fiancée’s Unique Preference
The conversation was going smoothly, so why did she suddenly make such a forward request? It was too direct.
This wasn’t some red-light district where a whispered suggestion could lead to immediate action.
Yan Zhen was about to refuse, but Huangfu Wenqing looked at him with such pitiful eyes, like a depressed little animal desperately needing a kiss to soothe her emotions.
No matter what, Huangfu Wenqing was his fiancée, and it wasn’t unreasonable for her to want a kiss, especially since he had been kissed by other women many times.
After hesitating, Yan Zhen finally nodded.
Huangfu Wenqing’s eyes lit up, and her face flushed. “Then I’m really going to kiss you. You’re not allowed to go back on your word.”
Yan Zhen nodded again.
Huangfu Wenqing smiled slightly, tucked her hair behind her ear, then cupped Yan Zhen’s face, looking him up and down.
“You’re even cuter up close~”
—Tsk, say that again, and I won’t let you kiss me!
Yan Zhen was annoyed, but Huangfu Wenqing had already leaned in.
Her lips were a bit cool, and her kiss was quite clumsy. After all, this was only their third kiss, and she hadn’t studied any techniques. Everything she knew was learned from secretly watching Yan Zhen and Yun Xiu’s trysts in her previous life.
During their first two kisses, Yan Zhen was also inexperienced, so he didn’t notice anything. Now that he was a veteran, he immediately realized that his fiancée wasn’t very skilled at this.
Although she did use her tongue, there was no rhythm to it.
—Should he teach her? Forget it. He wouldn’t initiate, wouldn’t refuse, and wouldn’t take responsibility. Otherwise, it would be difficult to break off the engagement later.
Yan Zhen obediently cooperated with Huangfu Wenqing’s kiss but didn’t reciprocate her enthusiasm.
However, he underestimated Huangfu Wenqing’s knowledge. She released his lips and whispered, “Can you stick your tongue out?”
“?”
Yan Zhen stared at her, mentally displaying a question mark.
—What are you trying to do? This isn’t a request someone at your level should be making. Learn to walk before you run, sister!
Huangfu Wenqing blinked rapidly, her eyes filled with anticipation.
In her previous life, when she secretly watched Yan Zhen and her master’s trysts, her master would initially be reserved, unwilling to be too intimate. But under Yan Zhen’s persistence, she would quickly succumb, even taking the lead, cupping his face and sucking on his tongue as if savoring a delicious treat, completely immersed in the experience.
She didn’t understand. Was it really that delicious? Even her master, who was usually aloof and detached, became so entranced, a charming blush spreading across her beautiful face.
Now, she wanted to try it herself, to see what was so special about it, what made even her master lose control.
“I just want to learn how to… please you before we get married. Can you cooperate, Yan Zhen?”
Yan Zhen scratched his cheek. “Our marriage is still far off. There’s no need to rush into learning these things.”
“It’s not far off.” Huangfu Wenqing said petulantly. “Master said that after our duel next year, they will start preparing for our wedding.”
Yan Zhen felt a surge of annoyance.
—That Yun Xiu, why is she rushing things? Ruining my script again. Next time I see her, I’ll make her stay in bed for three days and three nights!
Huangfu Wenqing, completely unaware that her fiancé was thinking about her master, continued, “If I learn now, I won’t be so clumsy during our wedding night—okay, Yan Zhen?”
Yan Zhen frowned in a dilemma. After pondering for a long time, he nodded.
He closed his eyes, parted his lips, and slowly stuck out the tip of his tongue.
This gesture, almost like an invitation for a kiss, made Huangfu Wenqing’s heart race, her breathing becoming heavier.
Even before they got to the main event, she could already understand her master’s feelings.
Huangfu Wenqing licked her lips, already feeling tempted. She said impatiently, “Stick it out a bit more. That’s not enough.”
“…”
Yan Zhen extended his tongue halfway.
Huangfu Wenqing immediately leaned in, wrapping her soft lips around his tongue, sucking it into her mouth and savoring the taste.
Unlike her previous kiss, Huangfu Wenqing was now passionate and surprisingly skilled.
Because she was mimicking her master’s actions from her memories, even the details of her hand movements were perfectly replicated—cupping Yan Zhen’s face, her thumb gently caressing his sensitive ear, slow and meticulous, in sync with the rhythm of her mouth.
Yan Zhen felt a wave of pleasure spreading from his tongue, slowing his thoughts, a completely different experience from the previous clumsy pecks.
So good~
My soul is being sucked away~
This might not end well!
As he thought this, Huangfu Wenqing’s next move was even more unexpected. While kissing him, she freed her hands, placed them on his shoulders, pushed him onto the bed, and then pressed her slender body against his, passionately kissing him.
Yan Zhen snapped back to reality, using his experience to break free from his fiancée’s lips and retract his tongue.
Huangfu Wenqing immediately opened her eyes and said breathlessly, “Wait, Yan Zhen, that’s not enough. A-a little more…”
Yan Zhen quickly shook his head. “Let’s stop here for today.”
“B-but, I still don’t quite understand what a proper kiss between lovers is like, so I want to practice more.”
“These things take time. You can’t rush it.”
“Hmm, okay.”
Huangfu Wenqing clearly didn’t want to stop, but she couldn’t bring herself to be more direct and ask him outright. She said dejectedly, “Since you said so, then let’s continue tomorrow.”
—Continue tomorrow?
Yan Zhen was dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected Huangfu Wenqing to be so enthusiastic about this. He remembered that Yun Xiu also liked to… suck on his tongue. Like master, like disciple; they were so similar in certain aspects!
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. I want to meditate now. Could you get off me?”
“Sorry, am I heavy?”
“Not really…”
“Then let me hug you for a little longer~ Your body is so warm. In this cold weather, you’re like a portable heater.”
“Hehe, I do cultivate Fire Mystic Power, after all.”
“…I think something is poking me.” Huangfu Wenqing suddenly said, reaching back. “It’s round and—ah!”
“/(//o/ω/o//)/” (Blushing emoticon)
“Sorry, Yan Zhen, I-I didn’t mean to.”
“I-it’s okay, I understand.”
“Does it hurt?”
“It’s fine.”
“Do you want… me to help?”
“No, no need.”
“…”
“…”
Just as they were both feeling embarrassed, a knock suddenly came from the door, startling them.
Huangfu Wenqing sat up, her buttocks pressing against Yan Zhen’s abs.
“—W-who is it?”
“Ahem. It’s me, Cousin’s Meng’er!”
Yan Meng’er? Huangfu Wenqing’s expression immediately turned cold.
“What do you want?”
“My cousin is in your room, right? Open the door and let me in.”
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