After Marrying the Aloof Beauty, I Totally Fell for Her - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: A Lingering Lick

The soft flesh between her lips and teeth carried a faint sweetness, like a rare and exquisite delicacy. An Ning couldn’t bear to bite down, and even more so couldn’t bear to let go. All she could do was reverently lick over the same spot again and again.

Her lips and tongue pressed slowly but firmly against the side of Mu Yan’s neck, retreating each time with a deliberate motion, leaving behind a series of tingling, electric shivers.

Mu Yan’s entire body tensed up sharply. A terrifying wave of heat exploded from the base of her neck, surging upward to the crown of her head and downward to the tips of her toes.

She had to clench her teeth with all her might just to swallow the moan that almost escaped her lips.

Her slender fingers trembled as they threaded through the girl’s hair. It seemed like she was trying to stop her, but just before she might’ve gripped too hard, she suddenly let go.

She’s drunk. She’s drunk. She’s drunk!

How desperate must she be to respond to the unconscious teasing of someone completely intoxicated?

The ceiling above gradually blurred in her vision as Mu Yan heard her own ragged, trembling breaths.

Just think of it as being licked by a dog.

She repeated this to herself like a mantra, no longer caring if the thought offended An Ning or not.

But the one who should’ve been offended remained blissfully unaware, still lingering at her neck as if savoring a piece of candy, until her breathing gradually settled.

The girl, taller than her by a head, had curled up in her arms—lips still pressed tightly against her neck—falling asleep just like that.

Thankfully, once she was asleep, her mouth finally stopped moving, and Mu Yan was at last released from the scalding torment she’d endured.

Her mind hadn’t yet recovered from that heated, humid sensation when her instincts told her to sit up and escape from this now-unseeable sofa.

But just as she started to move, the girl’s arm—draped over her shoulder—pressed her back down.

The sleeping girl furrowed her brows slightly, looking a bit displeased, and snuggled closer to her, muttering vaguely:

“…Don’t run…”

Fine. I won’t run.

Mu Yan gave in with helpless resignation, relaxing her body and allowing the girl to treat her like an oversized body pillow.

I won’t run. I just hope that when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll have the courage to face yourself—and say that to me while sober.

An Ning slept exceptionally soundly that night. In her dream, it was as if she’d tasted a wonderfully flavored gummy candy—so delicious she didn’t want to wake up.

But dreams always have an end.

When she opened her bleary eyes, the ceiling of the living room came into view.

Did I not sleep in my room last night?

The soft warmth against her side triggered a sense of unease.

Turning her head stiffly, she found herself staring directly into a pair of calm, cool black eyes.

“…Awake?”