Jian Yixue shook her head repeatedly, "No no no... no need... I... eh? What are you doing? Um..."

Heavens, she’s really been kissed!

Her mind went blank, she stared with wide eyes at the face so close to hers...

His facial lines were smooth and distinct, eyelashes very long, his nose high and straight, his thin lips softly rubbing against hers...

Slightly cool, like the texture of jelly, with the faintest hint of mint.

Just a taste, Yan Yichen released her, looking at her with a gentle smile, his eyes seemed to be sprinkled with starlight, shining brilliantly.

"Did... did you kiss me?" Jian Yixue asked sluggishly, at this moment she was wearing big black-framed glasses and looked completely bewildered, incredibly adorable.

"You state it as a fact." Yan Yichen nodded, seeming quite agreeable, with a "kind-hearted" expression, "Well? Did it spark your creative inspiration?"

Upon hearing this, Jian Yixue felt a bit complicated.

Did he kiss her just so she could write?

Truly selfless, joyful to help others, eager to contribute -_-!

She bit her lip, clearly blushing from cheek to ear, yet stubbornly retorted, "No! Inspiration isn’t like a faucet, you can’t just turn it on or off at will."

"Really?" Yan Yichen smiled with eyes blinking, giving Jian Yixue a foreboding feeling...

It turns out, a woman’s sixth sense is quite accurate.

The next second, Yan Yichen raised his hand, removed her bothersome glasses, tossed them aside, clasped the back of her head with one hand, and pinched her delicate chin with the other, kissing her once more!

Unlike the previous gentle kiss, this one carried a sense of dominance and conquest.

He forcefully parted her lips and teeth, and as always gentle, he now disregarded everything, plunging right in, his tongue meeting hers, absorbing all her sweetness.

Every corner invaded, not missing a single spot.

Jian Yixue tried to struggle but found it futile... instead, she was picked up sideways and thrown onto the bed.

The bed was soft, landing on it didn’t hurt, and before she could get up, Yan Yichen had already pressed down, his long body covering hers, pinning her firmly to the bed, unable to move.

Jian Yixue looked panicked, her hands blocked the contact between her chest and Yan Yichen’s body.

"How can you help someone find inspiration like this! I won’t write anymore, is that not okay?" Jian Yixue wanted to cry without tears, how did she end up under him like this?

Yan Yichen half-squinted his eyes, his gaze deep and cloudy, raised a hand and pinched Jian Yixue’s ear.

Everywhere his fingertips brushed felt like it was scorched by fire, hot enough to make her shoulders uncontrollably tremble.’ 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Don’t pinch it..."

"Why not?" Yan Yichen asked with all the righteousness.

Jian Yixue’s face turned entirely red, "It tickles..."

Yan Yichen laughed, his thin lips pressed against her reddened lips, kissing and tormenting her until Jian Yixue was gasping and her eyes turned dazed, then he propped his body up, chuckling lightly:

"Do you want to continue? Hmm?"

Jian Yixue finally managed to catch her breath, her eyes moist with redness, looking pitiful, she shook her head, "No more... I I I have inspiration for writing!"

"Good girl." Yan Yichen patted her head, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, but he said, "In the future, if you have no inspiration, come find me anytime."