Chapter 670 - 185: An Le
"Splash~"
"Xiao Huan, caught you!"
Near an old orphanage in the South District.
The sand was mixed with cigarette butts and other trash, where old children’s play equipment seemed to be falling apart.
Most of the afternoon sunlight was blocked by unevenly distributed dark green leaves, causing irritation, and calling on the breeze to shake the branches vigorously.
"Rustle~"
The mottled shadows of the trees outlined the shape of the wind, with speckles of light flickering into the eyes of the boy who had been tackled by the girl, making him frown.
"Get up, An Le!"
The next second, he patted the girl in his arms on the back.
But feeling his pat, the girl just blushed, breathed heavily, and looked up at him,
"You lost, Xiao Huan, it’s your turn to be the ghost and catch me!"
"Alright, alright, I’ll catch you in a bit... You get up first, you’re heavy..."
"Ugh..."
Wearing a princess dress with a small hair accessory on her head, An Le pouted upon hearing Yan Huan say she was "heavy."
At the same time, she examined Yan Huan’s reaction from below.
When she found only parental indulgence in his eyes, a barely perceptible annoyance surfaced within her.
So, acting a bit spoiled, she chose not to listen to Yan Huan for the first time.
Instead, she sat directly on him, lifted her hand, and showed off her clothes,
"Look, Xiao Huan, this is the birthday gift my mom bought me, I picked it myself, always wanted to show you... Does it look nice?"
"Cute..."
Yan Huan glanced her up and down, praised her, but then worriedly reminded,
"But An Le, this is the South District. You better not wear such expensive clothes outside, or bad people might notice, okay?"
"Alright... alright..."
An Le nodded subconsciously, but then felt indignant upon realizing the gravity in Xiao Huan’s words, and deliberately retorted,
"Xiao Huan, don’t always take care of me like mom and dad. I... can take care of myself, I can take care of Xiao Huan too, and others!"
"Yes, yes..."
Listening to Yan Huan’s perfunctory tone, as if coaxing a child, An Le grew increasingly angry.
In the next moment, she simply crossed her arms and turned her head away,
"I... I’m not talking to you anymore, Xiao Huan!"
"Huh? I’m just concerned about you, isn’t that what Auntie told you too?"
"But... even if it’s concern, it’s... it’s different. Mom is mom, Xiao Huan is Xiao Huan..."
"...What a strange distinction."
Watching An Le cross her arms and sulk, Yan Huan found it quite peculiar.
After all, An Le was usually so soft and gentle, not sure what’s gotten into her today, to react like this.
So, he sat up, waved his hand in front of An Le, and coaxed her,
"Alright, alright, don’t be mad, come on, it’s my turn to catch you now."
"Ugh..."
An Le turned her head to look at Yan Huan and upon seeing no change in his eyes, seemed even more annoyed.
"Hmph!"
"Splash~"
But the next second, she just pushed Yan Huan down harder, buried her head in his chest, and refused to get up.
What kind of tantrum is this...
It’s like a little storm.
Yan Huan was pinned to the ground by her yet surprisingly tolerant.
After all, in his eyes, An Le had always been the little sister who needed care.
Yan Huan thought this way.
...
...
"Smooch~"
The sound of them landing on the ground began to overlap, but this time, An Le was no longer burying her face in Yan Huan’s chest as before.
Instead, she took the initiative, cupping Yan Huan’s face, claiming his lips.
It wasn’t Yan Huan’s first kiss.
Though his first kiss was dealt with rather casually, he had practiced several times with Spencer afterward, enough to be called "experienced."
But this time, the kiss with An Le was an unprecedentedly intense experience.
With the support of the Kissing God, Yan Huan felt as if An Le was drawing out his very soul.
Was she using the modifier?
Yan Huan subconsciously thought, attributing the feeling to An Le’s modifier...
And not to An Le herself.
Yet, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, as long as he could feel the difference in An Le’s body from before, he couldn’t escape the real reason.
An indescribable softness was pressed against Yan Huan’s chest.
This made Yan Huan suddenly realize that An Le’s body was no longer that of a child’s.
She had grown up, matured, and filled out.
The momentary confusion caused him to lose his breath, almost choking on the exchanged saliva.
"Cough... cough, cough..."
Sensing Yan Huan’s cough, An Le, having successfully broken the curse, considerately released him.
Before the dazed Yan Huan could verify her expression, An Le immediately lowered her face, panting heavily,
"Ha... ha..."
Because she didn’t want Xiao Huan to see her hollow gaze at that moment.
Kissing Xiao Huan was supposed to be relaxing and delightful, yet why did she feel...
She lowered her head, covering her forehead and bangs with her palms, questioning herself in her mind,
"Xiao Huan... why is his kissing technique... so skilled?!
"It feels... very comfortable, not clumsy at all...
"As expected, Xiao Huan must have done this countless times with Spencer, right?"
Since when did this start happening?
During the club battle finals, Xiao Huan’s reaction didn’t seem like it was his first kiss...
Could it have been even earlier?
How much earlier could it be?!