Chapter 92 - 89: The Old General Takes the Field
His fingers lightly brushed against her silky black hair, then moved to her smooth, porcelain face. At that moment, her lips seemed to tempt him, inviting a taste. Leng Mochen gazed at her indulgently. Ever since she fell ill that time, every thought of her felt distinctly different from before.
Reason told him to stay away—she was practically like a little sister to him! But his body gradually closed the distance, drawing closer and closer, until he could feel the soft rhythm of her breath against his face. He inhaled gently, her sweet scent filling the air.
Just one more centimeter and he could touch those soft pink lips, imagining they must feel like jelly. She showed no signs of waking, still deeply asleep! His lips, acting against reason, slowly pressed down onto those enticing lips!
In that moment, his mind went completely blank!
It was an even more beautiful sensation than he had imagined. Just as he pulled back to savor the memory, a sudden knock on the door jolted the atmosphere. Li Si stirred awake, groggily blinking her confused eyes open!
"Come in!" Leng Mochen’s voice carried a trace of unsteadiness.
The situation before her left Li Si puzzled. Why had her "big brother" been so close just now? And why did her lips have this faint ticklish sensation? Could it be...?
When Du Xue entered, she immediately sensed something unusual. Leng Mochen, who was usually cold and distant with everyone, now had an odd expression on his face; meanwhile, Li Si, sitting on the sofa, had messy hair, sleepy eyes, and slightly parted, alluringly pink lips—it was hard not to notice the subtle temptation in the scene.
What’s going on? Did I interrupt something? Her heart tightened!
Leng Mochen was the first to recover his tranquility, his voice chilly as he asked, "What is it?"