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Si Tingyan’s lips were slightly cool.
Compared to the burning heat of Cheng Mi’s lips when they touched.
Cheng Mi adhered to Si Tingyan’s without awkward pauses. Her soft, warm lips parted slightly, gently tasting and slow-kissing, lingering over every part.
Her eyelashes lifted with the movement of the kiss, her gaze directly meeting his eyes.
Si Tingyan still leaned against the back of the chair, his eyes like cool moonlight and frost.
Cheng Mi, however, was a wildfire, igniting everything she touched. The mere hint of her breath on his lips was enough to drive a person mad.
Let alone her desire, which was now fully focused on him.
Si Tingyan hadn’t yet been pulled down from his lofty peak by her.
But Cheng Mi was in no hurry. She slowly savored the kiss, surveying him from within and without, winding her way to the corners of his lips.
Each touch was gentle.
Like a slow-acting, fatal narcotic.
Cheng Mi knew that every expression of hers, every single one, whether subtle or obvious, was being silently absorbed by Si Tingyan’s gaze at that moment.
But she wouldn’t hold back an inch.
Those surging tides of passion were precisely for him to see.
Their lips adhered, her upper lip lightly touching, slightly pulling away.
Cheng Mi looked at Si Tingyan; his eyes were calm.
Yet, they were not peaceful. Beneath the blackness of his gaze, something was lying in wait.
Ever since his secret, which had existed in the darkness, was unexpectedly exposed by her, yet she hadn’t recoiled in disgust.
He seemed to have begun to act without restraint.
Cheng Mi didn’t let her eyes leave his for an inch.
Suddenly, she gently nipped at his restrained lip line.
With that single action, she pulled the moon-like, lofty Si Tingyan straight down into hell.
But surprisingly, she didn’t see any emotional fragmentation in Si Tingyan’s eyes.
His eyes were still those same eyes, only her nape tightened, and she was abruptly pressed against him.
This was Cheng Mi’s first kiss with Si Tingyan.
She had imagined his lips, parted with desire.
But she hadn’t expected that in this very moment, Si Tingyan would be far more captivating than she had imagined.
Some sacred things, once tainted by vulgarity, can utterly drag one into an abyss.
Her body was slowly warming. Cheng Mi could feel Si Tingyan’s knuckles, holding the back of her neck, resting against the side of her neck.
Her blood pulsed beneath her skin.
The kiss deepened, and Si Tingyan’s fingertips traced her carotid artery.
Cheng Mi even had the illusion that the effects of the drug on her hadn’t completely worn off.
Under his intense gaze on her face, not missing a single one of her expressions, her body continued to heat up.
But passion was passion; Cheng Mi was not controlled.
They shared the heat of the passionate kiss.
It was in this overwhelming, consuming breath that a human voice interrupted their secret revelry in the dimness.
Si Huiru’s voice came from inside the room, through a closed door.
“Xiaoyan, is that you outside?”
The sound of them coming in just now must have woken Si Huiru up.
Their breaths were still exchanging, their lips still entwined.
Cheng Mi looked at Si Tingyan.
He showed no fear, just like her.
Cheng Mi lingered for another moment, then slowly pulled away with a smile.
“Didn’t I keep my word, saying I’d teach you tonight?”
Si Tingyan looked at her.
Cheng Mi didn’t let go of his eyes either: “This is how you love someone, Si Tingyan.”
She said: “Remember to kiss me often from now on.”
After she spoke, a sudden sharp pain flashed on her lips. Si Tingyan had lightly bitten her philtrum.
It was quite forceful; Cheng Mi felt sure it would leave a mark.
Si Tingyan’s voice carried a clear, cold tone: “I don’t need you to teach me.”
“Is that so,” Cheng Mi said, “Then will you teach me?”
The air was so quiet they could hear Si Huiru pulling back her covers and getting out of bed in the room.
Cheng Mi looked at Si Tingyan: “Besides this, what else do you want to teach me?”
Beyond kissing, what else could that be? The answer was obvious.
Or rather, this wasn’t an answer, but a little secret between them.
Cheng Mi had also told Si Tingyan that she wanted to do that with him.
The thing she hated others doing to her tonight.
Si Tingyan stared intently at her.
After igniting the fire, Cheng Mi still wore a smile on her lips, leisurely sliding off him.
Footsteps gradually approached. When Si Huiru emerged, Cheng Mi’s head was still a bit dizzy. She didn’t land steadily on her heels, and her body swayed.
Si Huiru was surprised to see her and paused.
Cheng Mi gave her a gentle smile: “Auntie.”
Si Huiru recovered, smiled back at her, then shifted her gaze to Si Tingyan on the sofa behind.
Si Tingyan was Si Huiru’s son. Si Huiru had raised him for so many years and immediately noticed his face looked unwell.
Her face instantly drained of color, and she rushed over in a panic: “Xiaoyan, are you feeling unwell again?”
Cheng Mi consciously stepped aside.
When Si Tingyan had a heart attack, Si Huiru was more nervous than the patient himself.
As she got closer, Cheng Mi even saw a thin layer of cold sweat break out on her forehead in that short amount of time.
She couldn’t quite describe the feeling.
Si Tingyan told Si Huiru: “I’m fine.”
“It hurts again, doesn’t it?”
“Mhm.”
“Did you take your medicine?”
“Yes, I did.”
Si Huiru was still worried and asked again: “You’re not uncomfortable anymore?”
Cheng Mi saw Si Tingyan’s unusually red lips move slightly as he said to Si Huiru: “I’m fine.”
Si Huiru clearly breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at the wall clock and was surprised to find it was already one or two in the morning.
“It’s so late, why aren’t you two asleep yet?”
She then looked at Cheng Mi, her eyes questioning.
Cheng Mi didn’t have to think hard for an excuse; she casually replied: “It was a friend’s birthday today.”
Young people like to celebrate birthdays past midnight, so Si Huiru didn’t ask further.
Si Tingyan glanced at her at that moment.
Cheng Mi looked back at him.
Even though something significant had happened tonight, neither of them told Si Huiru.
Nor were they anxious or worried about it.
Cheng Mi shifted her gaze from Si Tingyan after two seconds and told Si Huiru: “Then I’ll go take a shower first.”
Si Huiru heard she hadn’t showered yet: “Then you should go quickly. It’s getting late. Be careful not to catch a cold. Make sure the hot water is ready before you go in.”
Cheng Mi nodded and smiled, then gave Si Tingyan one last look before returning to her room.
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The night passed into dawn.
The next day at school, surprisingly, no police showed up, nor did she hear any rumors spreading around the school.
It was as if nothing had happened last night.
The results of the high school monthly exam came out quickly. This time, Cheng Mi’s ranking improved by several places compared to last time.
The ranking list was posted on the wall next to the classroom blackboard. Cheng Mi took a photo with her phone and sent it to Si Tingyan via MMS.
“Teacher Si, your student’s ranking has gone up.”
Cheng Mi didn’t see much of Si Tingyan at school today. Monthly exam papers were distributed from the first period in the morning until the last period in the afternoon. Every teacher wanted to finish discussing the papers in one class, so their class was delayed all day.
During the last self-study period, Wei Xiangdong came to their class to check attendance, found Zheng Hongkai skipping class, reprimanded him severely, and then asked his deskmate where he had gone.
His deskmate, who had acted out this scenario countless times, immediately said, “How would I know?”
Cheng Mi, on the other hand, felt her ears were finally at peace.
Zheng Hongkai, due to his grievances with Li Zhiyu, wished he could kill Li Zhiyu and had been holding a grudge.
So, he deliberately posted that thread about Cheng Mi pursuing Si Tingyan on the Fenggao forum.
He boasted all day, having heard from somewhere that it really angered Li Zhiyu, until everyone sitting near him got calluses on their ears. The quick-tempered girl, annoyed by his constant talking, even threw a book at him.
“Are you trying to die? Have you talked enough? If you keep talking, see if Li Zhiyu comes to beat you.”
So, when Zheng Hongkai left, it was a relief for them all.
It wasn’t that no one tentatively asked Cheng Mi if she was really pursuing Si Tingyan.
Cheng Mi was very open, always giving a smile and saying, “Yes, I am.”
The girl who threw the book at Zheng Hongkai was bolder than others. Instead of asking what others asked, she immediately asked Cheng Mi if she had force-kissed someone last night.
She said: “Don’t tell me that mark on your lips was a mosquito bite.”
Cheng Mi neither admitted nor denied it, just smiled.
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Today, Si Tingyan still had to go to his competition class after school. Cheng Mi was on duty at the clear bar tonight, so she didn’t wait for him to leave school together.
But she deliberately went to his classroom to bother him.
At that time, the classroom was quite crowded. After Cheng Mi walked into Class 1 of the sophomore year, many pairs of eyes simultaneously focused on her and Si Tingyan.
It was under so many watchful eyes that Cheng Mi sat at the desk in front of Si Tingyan and leaned over the desk to his ear.
Her lips, still bearing the faint red mark from his bite, whispered into his ear: “Do you know, someone asked me today if I kissed you last night?”
Under everyone’s gaze, they spoke the most intimate of secrets.
Those intensely burning ones hidden in the darkness.
Later, leaving school, Cheng Mi encountered someone at the school gate whom she wasn’t particularly surprised to see there.
Jiang Mingzhou, the CEO of Qiming Pictures, stood by a black car, holding her handbag.
She wore a sharp black blazer, dark gray wide-leg suit trousers, and high heels.
As Cheng Mi came out, Jiang Mingzhou looked over.
Their gazes met, and Jiang Mingzhou smiled at her.
Who she was there to see was obvious.
Cheng Mi didn’t pretend not to know; she changed direction and walked towards her.
Until she stopped in front of Jiang Mingzhou.
Jiang Mingzhou said: “It’s not convenient to talk standing up. Shall we find a coffee shop to chat?”
Cheng Mi probably knew what Jiang Mingzhou wanted to discuss.
She nodded: “Okay.”
Jiang Mingzhou smiled: “Alright, let’s go then.”
She opened the car door and got in.
Cheng Mi was about to walk over and open the car door herself.
Jiang Mingzhou’s driver was a step quicker than her, getting out of the driver’s seat to open the car door for her.
Cheng Mi got into the car.
The area near the school had mostly student-friendly priced shops. It was also after school hours, so the environment was mostly noisy and crowded, not suitable for conversation.
The coffee shop Jiang Mingzhou chose wasn’t far from the school. Because of its high-end environment and high prices, there were fewer people, and conversations were hushed.
After they arrived at the coffee shop, Jiang Mingzhou asked Cheng Mi what she wanted to drink.
“Americano.”
Jiang Mingzhou looked up at her, and suddenly said: “Has anyone ever told you that sometimes you look a bit like Qi Sheng?”
Her husband, the great movie star.
Cheng Mi looked at her, and after a second: “No.”
Jiang Mingzhou: “Is that so?”
Then she lowered her eyes, closed the menu, and handed it to the waiter.
“One Americano and a latte.”
The waiter left.
Successful people never waste time beating around the bush. Jiang Mingzhou got straight to the point: “You don’t need to worry about the Li Shen matter. It’s been resolved.”
“You two don’t have to worry; there won’t be any further trouble.”
When she said this, Cheng Mi wasn’t surprised at all.
From the moment she woke up this morning and no police showed up, and no rumors spread, she knew the matter had been settled.
And she had a good idea who settled it.
Jiang Mingzhou’s phone call in the hallway last night probably wrapped things up, and she must have given Li Shen something in exchange.
Otherwise, an old fox like Li Shen wouldn’t just let go of such a good opportunity to torment Cheng Mi.
Jiang Mingzhou told Cheng Mi: “As for Li Shen, you should keep as far away from him as possible in the future.”
This matter not only involved herself but also Si Tingyan, so Cheng Mi told her: “Thanks.”
Jiang Mingzhou smiled: “No need to thank me. I didn’t help for nothing.”
She pushed a contract over: “A contract I rushed out last night. Take a look.”
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