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Lu Zhao lightly kissed her.

For a moment, Shen Qingyao felt as if someone had pressed the pause button; her entire being was motionless.

The loud screeching sound from the little boy system was more intense than ever, directly hitting her skull. The numbers above Lu Zhao's head reappeared, scrolling continuously like a lottery draw. The mechanical voice seemed to announce something, but Shen Qingyao had no time to pay attention to it.

At this moment, all her senses were focused on one thing: the soft touch on her lips. She couldn't feel anything else.

The kiss started off restrained, meant to be comforting, but once he actually kissed her, Lu Zhao realized that his so-called restraint was a sham. He couldn't control himself at all.

Tears were still on Shen Qingyao's face, and now they slid down her cheeks, falling between their lips. Tasting the bitterness and saltiness of her tears, Lu Zhao's breathing became heavier. He thought to himself that the girl had cried many times, but this tear was entirely for him.

The kiss grew more passionate. He gently nibbled on her lips, bit by bit taking away her breath. A slight pain came from her lips as Shen Qingyao placed her hands on his shoulders, moving slightly. The wound from the arrow was still there. She struggled a bit but ultimately did not push him away.

After a long time, Lu Zhao pulled back slightly, their noses touching. He gazed down at her. The girl in front of him was so nervous that her entire face was flushed, and her expression was dazed. Lu Zhao chuckled, a low, sexy, and magnetic laugh filled with immense satisfaction. Shen Qingyao's heart trembled, and her whole body felt tingly.

Lu Zhao kissed her lips again and softly said, "Yaoyao, breathe."

Only then did Shen Qingyao realize that she had been holding her breath in her nervousness, nearly suffocating herself. She hurriedly averted her eyes and took a deep breath, only to choke and cough because she inhaled too quickly.

Lu Zhao, half-amused, held her and gently patted her back to help her breathe more easily, laughing uncontrollably.

Shen Qingyao was mortified, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into. She prided herself on being well-read and experienced in romantic literature, yet she was so clumsy and awkward during a kiss, completely outmaneuvered.

She glared at Lu Zhao, unable to resist. It was all his fault for the sudden attack!

The girl's eyes were glistening, her lips full and inviting. She glared at him lightly, and Lu Zhao's gaze changed again.

"Is Yaoyao that nervous?"

Nervous, my foot! Shen Qingyao avoided his gaze, thinking, I'm only not pushing you away because you're injured. Don't push your luck.

But her heart continued to race uncontrollably.

Lu Zhao, being perceptive, noticed her reaction. Seeing that she wasn't entirely resistant, he felt a surge of emotion and pulled her close again.

"If you're not nervous, how about we practice a few more times? Otherwise, what if Yaoyao forgets to breathe every time?"

As he spoke, he kissed her again.

... "Practice" ... "a few more times" ... "every time."

Is this something a person would say? Shen Qingyao cursed inwardly, but soon she was once again lost in Lu Zhao's gentle kisses.

[System Prompt: Upon detection, the host's favorability towards the mission target has exceeded the average level, and the host's favorability will no longer be displayed. The mission completion rate is at 60%. The core of the mission has changed. The next phase's objective is to ensure that the White Moonlight, Lu Zhao, maintains his current state without turning evil and to assist the main leads in achieving the final outcome. Please continue to work hard, Host.]