The Mafia King's First Love

The Mafia King makes Lihua angry yet again

Wei's thin lips on hers made Lihua feel as if she was zapped by a thunderbolt. Her eyes refused to blink and every passing second was making this all the more real for her.

My G-Godly handsome prince is kissing me…Huh? Waaaaaaaaaait what!?

His fingers brushed on her cheek and his palm delved deeper into her hair, entangling it between his fingers. He tilted his head, and his lips kept pressing onto hers, firm and unshakeable.

The hyper-awareness in Lihua finally set in. His handsome face was up so close, making her heart pound in her chest. At that proximity, she noticed his sharp nose, his thick eyelashes that took her breath away, and his fair skin that lightly shone in the dimly lit road. He smelled amazing. The sound of his soft breaths invaded her eardrums, making her heart skip a beat.

She imagined his fingers would have been a little rough at the edges, instead, they were soft and a little cold. His breathtaking features mesmerized her.

The wild sensation of his lips overwhelmed her chest with warmth and as if butterflies tickled her stomach all over. They were soft and dreamy like how a prince kisses his princess.

Her first love was taking her first kiss.

Lihua was in disbelief for a long time before she realized that was standing like a log of wood. She didn't know what to do with her hands.

Should she hold his head too like he held hers? Or should she keep them on his shoulders? Or should she wrap them around his neck?

Her hands were frozen in mid-air.

This was her first kiss. This was her first intimate experience ever with a man, and she didn't know how to respond at all.

Instead, she panicked, thinking about herself.

T-this...my Godly handsome prince is kissing me. Why? What? How? But-but...am I even smelling good!? Am I giving off any bad breath? And what should I do? Should I be kissing back? Do I even know how to kiss?

Her mind was a jumbled mess. Thinking of all these questions was making her first kiss more nervous than memorable to her.

On Wei's side, he had thought to kiss her and then quickly withdraw to stop her from crying anymore. But he exceeded his kissing time more than he had expected.

That strange feeling fluttered in his chest again as soon as his lips touched hers. A few moments increased to more seconds passing by, but he didn't stop. He felt as if he didn't want to stop. Her cheeks felt warm at his fingertips.

He liked it. He craved for it more.

The smell of her body twitched his nostrils and he strangely felt it addictive. He couldn't bear to pull out so soon, so he attached his lips like some permanent glue, refusing to move.

Wei wanted to know if his kiss was consoling her or not as he was 'advised'. So, he half-opened his eyes to check on her. But to his surprise, Lihua looked more panicked than before. She had definitely stopped crying, but she still looked anxious and frozen for some reason.

She still seems frightened...

Wei concluded that he partially succeeded in consoling her. But he didn't like anything getting settled halfway.

So, he was left with only one alternative.

He parted his lips for just a second before he pressed them again, harder this time. His tongue gently and carefully traced her lips. The tentative friction between their lips was making her dizzy. It was delicate and sweet and tantalizing.