Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Kneeling Kiss In the bedroom. Jiang Shixu leisurely toured Chu Tang's room. Chu Tang's bedroom was simply and warmly decorated. The sheets and comforter were all in a light blue with low saturation. There was also a walk-in closet in the room. A faint, ethereal fragrance floated in the air, the same scent as the perfume Chu Tang usually wore—like the fragrance of some kind of flower, light and gentle. Jiang Shixu wandered around Chu Tang's room, looking here and there with great interest. A white tablecloth lay over the desk, clean and tidy, with a vase of freshly bloomed ice-blue flowers on top. Beside the vase sat the light blue Cinnamoroll, which Jiang Shixu remembered Chu Tang had dyed herself at a DIY shop with her mother. That Cinnamoroll had been shattered before, and he had found a Restorer to repair it for her. Jiang Shixu carefully picked up the Cinnamoroll and examined it from every angle. This ceramic Cinnamoroll had been restored beautifully, exactly the same as the original. After inspecting it, Jiang Shixu gently placed it back in its original spot. On the wooden cabinet nearby sat several photo frames, all pictures of Chu Tang with her mother. A little Chu Tang, around five or six years old, wore an adorable pink princess dress with a bow in her hair, sitting on her mother's lap, smiling sweetly at the camera. Her clear, big eyes sparkled like gems, and she had two cute dimples on her cheeks. On little Chu Tang's eighth birthday, she wore an exquisite diamond tiara on her head, eyes closed as she earnestly made a wish over her cake. Her mother, Su Qingyun, sat beside her, smiling warmly. There was also the time Chu Tang won an award at a piano competition when she was ten. Her father and mother stood on either side of her—her mother smiling gently—while Chu Tang held up her trophy, her smile innocent and radiant, light shining in her eyes. These were all moments of Chu Tang's past that he had missed. Jiang Shixu reached out and touched each photograph one by one, his eyes filled with tenderness. From now on, he would never miss another moment of her life. An hour later, Yang Xuelian finally left. Zhang Caixia had also made a separate meal for A Wen before leaving. Chu Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the bedroom door. "You can come out now." No one was in the bedroom. Confused, Chu Tang walked further inside. The spacious room was quiet and empty, with no sign of Jiang Shixu. Chu Tang pushed open the walk-in closet door. "Shi Xu, are you in there?" Still no one. Odd. Where was he? He couldn't have just vanished into thin air, could he? "Shi Xu, are you there?" Chu Tang called out, puzzled. Suddenly. A warm touch wrapped around her wrist. Chu Tang was pulled by a force and fell into a familiar embrace. Her back pressed against a solid, firm chest. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, Chu Tang could clearly feel the man's body heat. "I'm here." Jiang Shixu's voice was low and husky. He embraced her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. As he spoke, his warm breath brushed against the hollow of her neck. In an instant, Chu Tang felt an electric current run through her body—a tingling, numbing sensation—and her legs went weak, nearly giving out. Feeling her body's reaction, Jiang Shixu's tone carried a hint of amusement, his voice growing even more magnetic and teasing. "What's this? Can't handle it already?" A soft gasp escaped Chu Tang's lips. She turned around to meet Jiang Shixu's eyes. They faced each other. Jiang Shixu stood up straight, his dark, deep-pool-like eyes fixed unwaveringly on Chu Tang, turbulent currents stirring within them. After a few seconds of eye contact, Chu Tang suddenly rose onto her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Jiang Shixu's neck, and kissed him first. Chu Tang wasn't very skilled at kissing. She planted a few clumsy kisses, and it felt quite different from when Jiang Shixu kissed her. Jiang Shixu simply stood there, letting Chu Tang kiss him haphazardly without any intention of kissing her back. A sense of frustration rose in her heart. Chu Tang let go of Jiang Shixu's neck and steadied herself back on her heels. Jiang Shixu's brows and eyes still carried a smile, and his low, husky voice drifted down from above Chu Tang's head: "Why did you stop kissing?" "You don't want to kiss me." Chu Tang's tone was cold. She thought about how she'd made him hide in the bedroom earlier—it really had been unfair to him—so she'd decided to make the first move and cheer him up. But she'd kissed him a few times and gotten no response. Since he wasn't buying it, there was no point in her continuing to kiss him. Jiang Shixu raised an eyebrow. "Did I say I didn't want to kiss?" Chu Tang puffed out her cheeks, annoyed. "Then why didn't you react at all? You didn't even respond to me." Jiang Shixu let out a low laugh. "Tangtang rarely takes the initiative to kiss me. I was savoring it." Chu Tang let out a cold snort and turned her head away, ignoring him. Jiang Shixu smiled. "Are you angry?" Chu Tang kept her head turned, still not speaking. She might as well have had the words "I'm angry" written all over her face. Seeing that Chu Tang was ignoring him, Jiang Shixu wasn't upset. His eyes were full of adoration, and his voice was soft as he coaxed her: "What should I do? I haven't had my fill of kissing yet. How about you kiss me again? I promise I'll respond this time." "No." Jiang Shixu let out a low chuckle. He reached out, picked Chu Tang up, carried her a few steps, and gently set her down on the bed to sit. The next second, Jiang Shixu dropped to his knees, assuming the humble posture of a supplicant. Before Chu Tang could even react, he leaned in and kissed her. For a moment, Chu Tang's mind went completely blank. A kneeling kiss. This was the first time they'd done it in this position. Placing himself in the position of the inferior, humbly begging for love and a kiss. A man of high standing lowering himself like this to coax and kiss her—no woman could resist that. The immense contrast made Chu Tang's heart tremble violently. And then came endless surrender. Where did he learn this? How was he so good at it? Jiang Shixu kissed her with intense desire and seduction. Though he was in the lower position, he held complete control of the kiss, and Chu Tang followed his rhythm entirely, carried along by him. The kiss lasted a long time. When it ended, Chu Tang's hair was tousled, her lips red and luscious, as if they might drip with color. Jiang Shixu's lips left hers, moving to kiss her beautiful eyes, then her earlobes that were red enough to bleed, then her fair neck. The temperature in the room soared. As the kisses continued, Jiang Shixu rose and pushed Chu Tang down onto the bed. His warm lips traveled down along her collarbone, kissing her gently and densely. The soft breath from Jiang Shixu's nose made Chu Tang's body tremble slightly. Her fair skin gradually flushed pink, every drop of blood in her body screaming out. At the height of her passion, Jiang Shixu asked her, his voice low and husky, "Want it?" Two simple words—Chu Tang naturally understood what they meant. She bit her lower lip lightly, her breath scorching hot, and let out a soft "Mm." With her consent, Jiang Shixu proceeded to the next step. They hadn't done this in over half a year, and their bodies craved each other desperately. After a long drought, the rain came—and once it started, there was no stopping it. Chu Tang was swept entirely into a sea of delirium. Dusk fell. The window was half open, and the summer evening breeze gently lifted the sheer curtains, carrying the fragrance of flowers into the room. When it was over, Chu Tang was so exhausted she had no strength left. Her hair at her temples was damp with sweat, and a thin layer of perspiration covered her skin, slick and smooth. Jiang Shixu brushed aside Chu Tang's sweat-dampened hair and kissed her forehead with a look of complete satisfaction. After the kiss, he let her lie there for a while to recover before carrying her to the bathroom for a bath.