Part 77

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Chapter 77: Video

The sweetness of the white sugar from his morning milk still lingered on his tongue.

It seemed that a man's fondness for sugar wasn't entirely without merit.

At the very least, this sweetness perfectly balanced his otherwise overpowering masculine pheromones.

He had woven a sweet bird-catching net with his own hands, its meshes dripping with fragrant honey.

She willingly crashed into it, offering only token resistance in her heart before contentedly surrendering to this saccharine trap.

Unlike her brief taste, Shan Chong didn't stop there. Having longed for this for so long, suddenly devouring it whole made it even more enticing than he had imagined—

He suddenly recalled a moment long ago when she stood beneath the dim hotel lights, biting her lip as she spoke to him.

Her pale lips had blossomed into a rose under the gentle pressure of her small teeth.

At that time, he had blanked out for two seconds, captivated by that hue.

Perhaps he hadn't given it much thought then, but now he finally had an epiphany...

Maybe, from long ago, he had harbored ulterior motives.

Towards her.

Holding the young woman's soft, moist lips between his own, he gently nibbled.

When she let out a low whimper of pain, he took advantage of her relaxed guard and entwined his tongue with hers.

Wet and soft.

Wei Zhi had drawn countless intertwining tongues in her artwork, but only now did she realize that the tongue might be humanity's last line of communication—

Her waist turned to jelly.

Her hands clung to his shoulders like a lifeline, her sole support.

Her palm still tightly gripped that badge, its irregular edges digging deep into her soft skin, yet she felt no pain—

Until he released her...

In the moment their lips parted, he planted another, decidedly chaste kiss on the tip of her cold-reddened nose.

The onlookers, who had been cheering at first, fell silent at this moment—

There was no helping it.

If Shan Chong's decisive and deep kiss, his impulsive "actions speak louder than words" style had conquered the men present, then this final, pure peck had won over the remaining ladies who had been struggling to maintain their composure.

[My feelings are complicated. When I saw that young woman grab Chong-god's hand, I thought she was so brave. When I saw her pull him in for a kiss and even dare to smile at him, I thought, "Holy crap!" When I saw Chong-god grab her back and kiss her again, I was completely calm, thinking, "Oh, they kissed. Twice."]

[So Shan Chong doesn't like men after all.]

[Dai Duo is finished.]

[Who's this woman?]

[That girl is my classmate! Ahhhhh! That's Chong-god's disciple! Ahhhhh! The one who posts on short video platforms as Ka Ren Xiao Ke'ai! Ahhhhh!]

[Tsk, some men spend over a decade in the snow circle with zero rumors, then go straight from dating to official announcement. Others spend seven or eight years in the snow circle, eating rumors for breakfast, and when they do make it official, it's only visible to their partner and close friends. @Lao Yan]

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