novelraw Chapter 388 - 242 A Kiss Is a Promise. _2
Chapter 388 - 242 A Kiss Is a Promise. _2
"If I truly sever all ties to the mortal world, and that day really comes, will you help me remember?"
"Help me rediscover this feeling."
"..."
Hearing his heartfelt confession, Key Smoke looked at him, seemingly having finally received a response.
Su Bei finally understood her intention. She still wanted to sever these emotions to pass the Heart Demon Tribulation, but she didn’t want to forget him... No, she didn’t want to forget herself.
He was relieved.
His relief at this moment wasn’t due to the Saintess’s actions. Instead, it was because the woman before him hadn’t changed her feelings for him in the slightest, even though the red thread in his heart had broken.
Their feelings might have originated from that red thread, but they were not confined to it.
Imperceptibly, those feelings had become deeply etched into their hearts.
If that’s the case, what is there for me to run from?
Su Bei extended his hand and slapped it against hers, creating a crisp sound. They looked at each other and smiled together.
Looking at her beautiful face, Su Bei’s heartstrings stirred. Then, under her somewhat astonished gaze, he caressed her cheeks with both hands and gently kissed her soft lips.
Key Smoke opened her eyes only for an instant, then closed them, immersing her entire being in the sensation.
This moment was different from the forced contact within the Illusion World. She cast all other thoughts aside.
Ji Nanjue? So what? My own Disciple? So what?
In this moment, there was only that kiss—the one she had always longed for, always hoped for.
As the kiss deepened, filled with emotion, she held him in her arms. The instinctive resistance between their bodies dissolved almost instantly. Their hearts trembled, leaving them speechless, overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling.
Perhaps she knew in her heart that this might be her first, and also her last, indulgence.
Even though we made a vow with a high-five, once I sever my ties to the mortal world, can that wisp of emotion truly be retrieved by him? How could it possibly be recovered so easily?
Water dripped silently, and the grass exuded a faint, sweet scent.
Su Bei held her fragrant, soft body until she could hardly breathe, only then releasing her.
"I will bring you back."
"Definitely."
Su Bei did not let go of Key Smoke, still holding her slender waist.
Her soft, full bosom pressed tightly against his chest, and he could distinctly feel...it rising and falling with her breaths.
This was a mature charm he had never experienced before.
His gaze was sincere, reflecting the sincerity of his feelings for her.
Their bodies fell onto the floor of the bamboo pavilion. Splashing water from the ground dampened their clothes, dirtying Key Smoke’s linen pleated skirt and her knee-high white stockings.
Under the warm sunlight, her skin, visible through the white silk, shimmered like jade.
This scene had also occurred in that Illusion World.
Only, this time it was real.
Their clothes were disheveled. Key Smoke’s delicate face, pretty as a cherry, flushed crimson, her cheeks glowing like a sunset cloud.
I enjoy reading novels, especially the varied love, hate, partings, and reunions they depict. A woman who highly values her chastity has willingly given up her first kiss; faced with this, if I could still remain indifferent, I truly would have a heart of stone.
Key Smoke gently closed her eyes, a smile gracing her lips.
He will bring me back.
Of this, she had no doubt.
Because he had made a promise.
Just as he had made a promise to Wenren Pingxin.
Though the path of the Immortals is unfeeling and boundless, there is someone to admire this world with me.
Perhaps the Immortal path is harsh and cold, but together, they would keep each other warm.
"A kiss is a promise."
"..."
「Dongfeng Ancient Country, Luodu.」
Liu Zizhan stepped out from the playhouse and silently observed the bustling street.
It was the Grain Rain season, and a continuous drizzle marked the waning days of spring.
Grain Rain, when grains demand rain to grow; in the middle of the third month, it is said the rain nourishes the hundred grains, and they are pure and clear.
He slowly made his way toward the South Wind Ancient Country’s diplomatic residence in the Dongfeng Ancient Country. Despite the contempt he felt for the so-called person in charge there, on paper, she was still his superior.
He pushed open the courtyard gates and looked at the woman standing quietly inside.
In the courtyard was a pond. A gentle breeze wafted through, carrying a sense of deep, lush green tranquility.
"Zizhan greets Miss Zijun."
"..."
Li Zijun curtsied slightly, her small hands resting lightly at her waist, fingertips painted a delicate peach color.
She turned her head to glance at Liu Zizhan, her mouth curving into a smile as warm as the spring breeze, and said, "Greetings, Uncle Zizhan."
The maidservant beside her, however, glared at Liu Zizhan and snorted coldly.
Liu Zizhan naturally knew why the maidservant was acting this way but couldn’t be bothered to deal with her. He simply offered a greeting and prepared to return to his room.
"You... you saw the King of An Nan?"
Finally, Duo’er couldn’t hold back any longer. Stomping her little foot, she prepared to stand up for her young mistress.
"Why didn’t you report to Miss Zijun first!?"
"..."
Liu Zizhan raised an eyebrow and turned around, instinctively assuming Li Zijun had put her up to this.
Li Zijun patted Duo’er’s small hand, rose, and said gently, "Uncle Zizhan, Duo’er was impolite."
"Please don’t take it to heart."
"..."
Duo’er glared fiercely at Liu Zizhan and sat back down in a huff.
Liu Zizhan’s expression remained impassive, but inwardly he was secretly shocked.
Does the Confucian Sage’s daughter not show any emotion at all? I’d long heard that the Confucian Sage’s daughter was exceedingly gentle, possessing the grace of a great family. Is her temperament cultivation technique truly that good, or is she simply someone who never gets angry?