My Sweet Revenge, Love

09

That was not what Dylan expected. When he thought of the test, he expected that he would feel nothing or maybe even feel disgusted when kissing a person who left him with humiliation. However, none of that happened.

The moment his lips touched hers, he could feel an excitement and a warm sensation spread all over his body. His arms being faster than his brain went up to wrap around her small delicate body, bringing her closer to him. He found himself being lost in her warmth, her sweet scent, and her soft lips. But why? Why instead of pushing her away, he found himself being pulled in close to her as if they were two opposite poles of magnets? At that moment, their lips battled, just like his heart and his brain.

Then everything happened like a snap. Every moment came rushing into his mind: the moment he first looked into her big round eyes near the archive, the moment she genuinely smiled at him in the break room, the moment he was annoyed at her for being easily tortured by him and being bullied by others, the moment she foolishly confronted those two boys and the robber, and the moment she was sick and absent. Most importantly, his friends' words came rushing back, 'you're not sick or anything! You just fell for her, whoever she is.'

As if it's on cue, his mind clicked the same time as the fire alarm went off.

'Admit it, Dylan. You have fallen for her.'

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"Why do you keep staring at me like that?" Yueyue asked Dylan—who was sitting across her at the dining table, with blush evident on her face.

Since they broke off from the kiss a while ago, Dylan had been acting so strange. He had been staring at her adoringly as if she was the only moon in his starry eyes.

Thinking about the kiss, Yueyue blushed even harder. That was her first kiss for heaven sake, and she actually lost it for his so-called 'testing'! She frowned. He didn't tell her what he meant by 'testing', or did he? She recalled that he said something to her, but because of the loud fire alarm, she couldn't hear it clearly. She was debating whether she should ask him about that, but she ended up not to, fearing that he might get mad at her again.

But hey! She was the victim here! He was the kiss thief! At that, Yueyue subtly pouted and glared at him. However, in Dylan's eyes, she looked like an angry but adorable kitten. He had the urge to reach out to squeeze her cheeks and pat her head.

"Nothing. Just eat your breakfast. It's getting cold," Dylan chuckled and continued to look at her lovingly with his chin resting on his hand. Yueyue huffed and ate her breakfast quickly as if she's letting out all of her anger on the food.

"You're done?" Dylan asked as Yueyue took the last bite of her breakfast. She just nodded without looking at him, as she's still a bit annoyed thinking about the stolen kiss.

"Don't you want to get out of your pajamas now?" Dylan asked again with his dazzling smile.

"What?!" Yueyue's head snapped up, and her hands crossed over her chest as a reflex.

Dylan paused—as if reflecting on what he just said—before he laughed out loud.

"I mean, do you want to go freshen up and change out of your pajamas into a fresh one?" Dylan asked, still trying to suppress his laughter.

Yueyue's mouth formed a shape of 'O'. She nodded quickly. She really needed some time away from him to calm herself down from this roller coaster of emotions.

"You can stay here and make yourself at home. I'll go take my fresh clothes to freshen up now," Yueyue said before she quickly stood up. She was about to make her escape when she felt her right wrist being caught.