BTTH: Starting from Capturing the Goddess

Queen Medusa noticed it.

But not knowing how to respond, she chose to close her eyes, silently hoping that Chen Mo would take the hint, let go of her, and quietly leave.

However, Chen Mo was clearly not someone who took hints.

ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

Gazing at the woman in his arms, he tightened his grip around Queen Medusa's slender, serpentine waist. His eyes drifted to her delicate, porcelain forehead.

She's still asleep.

A kiss on the forehead... that shouldn't get me killed, right?

Yeah... I'll be fine.

Besides, it's just a kiss on the forehead—not the lips. She probably won't even notice.

And she wouldn't really kill me anyway... would she?

In the span of a heartbeat, countless thoughts raced through Chen Mo's mind.

He took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and slowly lowered his head to gently kiss that smooth, fair forehead.