The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 18
No Restraint
On the way back, Wen Yan was completely deflated.
The earlier surge of energy he used to act like a little ruffian had drained his last bit of strength. Now he was like a robot running on empty, automatically shutting down.
Leaving only two pointed ears still blushing.
Actually, he hadn’t planned to kiss Rong Xiao in the first place.
When Rong Xiao kissed his forehead, he wasn’t surprised. Instead, he had a feeling of ‘just as expected.’
He should be content.
Rong Xiao willingly kissing his forehead was affectionate enough.
But the scene was so dreamy, with Rong Xiao’s emerald green eyes, as deep and gentle as emeralds, looking at him with indulgence, almost drowning him…
Then his body took matters into its own hands, completely bypassing brain control. When he realized it, his hand was already gripping Rong Xiao’s collar, and his lips were pressed against Rong Xiao’s.
Rong Xiao’s lips were light in color, slightly thin, and kissing them felt cool, like the chill after rain.
But the moment their lips touched, the softness of four lips meeting ignited a continuous blaze in Wen Yan’s heart, day and night without end.
He dared not dwell on the details; every time he did, it felt like reliving the experience. His heart raced, blood pressure soared, breath quickened – it was almost a call to emergency services.
He quietly exhaled, banishing the images from his mind. He recited multiplication tables in his head, going through the motions until his blood pressure subsided.
But he wasn’t sure if Rong Xiao was angry…
He anxiously bit his nails.
Kissing was his impulsive decision; Rong Xiao simply accepted it passively. Strictly speaking, it was more like he forced himself on Rong Xiao.
His arbitrary actions here didn’t count for anything; it depended on how Rong Xiao felt about it.
He sneakily glanced at Rong Xiao, cautiously trying to read his thoughts from his expression.
After observing for a while, he found Rong Xiao was much calmer than he was, driving with an unchanged expression, not a hint of happiness or anger.
He seemed to be completely indifferent to the recent kiss; it happened, so what?
Wen Yan’s heart chilled halfway through; he couldn’t quite describe the feeling.
He took out a bottle of mineral water from the compartment, drank almost half of it in one go, feeling that the restlessness in his heart had been extinguished.
He was so preoccupied with worrying about whether Rong Xiao would be angry that he didn’t consider that this kiss might be inconsequential to Rong Xiao.
It was his first kiss, his first love. The fervor of youth, touching lips and feeling that this life was complete.
But Rong Xiao had lived for over ten thousand years, and with such a captivating appearance, his previous experiences might fill the valley they had just visited. This impulsive affection of his might not even be considered an appetizer to Rong Xiao.
The more Wen Yan thought about it, the more it made sense. He drank half a bottle of mineral water unknowingly, and the unease in his heart dissipated along with the excitement.
Leaning against the car window, he watched the passing streetlights, the reflections of distant lights in his eyes.
As it was already late, there was no traffic on the road, and they quickly returned to Rong Xiao’s mansion. The housekeeper was inside preparing lunch for the next day. Hearing the sound, he walked to the entrance, smiled at Wen Yan, and welcomed him, “Young Master you are back.”
Wen Yan responded and walked into the house, changing into slippers and chatting with the housekeeper for a while before going upstairs on his own.
Even after he disappeared from view, Rong Xiao didn’t enter the house.
Looking at him, Rong Xiao said calmly, “You go in first; I’ll sit in the courtyard for a while.”
Wen Yan didn’t say anything more, turned around, and went upstairs by himself.
It wasn’t until he disappeared from view that Rong Xiao sat down in the courtyard.
He lit a cigarette, and the faint mint scent spread in the air.
This tobacco was infused with a special plant powder unique to the demon realm, known for its potent refreshing effects.
But even after smoking three cigarettes, his mind didn’t clear up; if anything, it became more chaotic.
He wasn’t as calm as he seemed on the surface.
Since Wen Yan kissed him, his soul felt like it had been split in half. One half remained calm and collected, speaking to Wen Yan calmly and pretending nothing had happened. The other half was crashing against the walls.
Now that Wen Yan had gone upstairs, his two halves of the soul finally came together, but he still couldn’t return to normal.
As he impassively smoked, he secretly conducted a moral evaluation of Wen Yan’s behavior.
Frivolous!
No restraint at all!
Kissing at such a young age, who knows what he’ll be up to in another two years; scarier than a wild beast.
Human society is indeed much more complicated than the demon world.
He wondered if, before kissing him, Wen Yan had practiced with someone else.
The more he thought about it, the darker his face became.
So light-headed!
No restraint!
And so young; what was he even thinking?
Human customs are truly bizarre.
But his criticism was like a wet paper, collapsing and melting away shortly afterward. His hidden selfishness emerged.
His gaze was fixed on the flowers and plants in the yard, but the image of Wen Yan’s lips pressed against his gradually surfaced in his mind.
So soft, so red, like a ripe cherry that would release sweet juice with a gentle suck.
When Wen Yan’s lips approached, he could have avoided it.
He was a ten-thousand-year-old demon, capable of capturing the slightest wind in the battlefield. How could he not escape the hands of a young human?
But he didn’t move.
He stood there, seemingly passively accepting the kiss.