Chapter 361, You Lied
Of course, Ling didn't seem to hate kissing. She closed her eyes and left everything to Zhuo.

However, perhaps she had not gotten used to it yet, and her body was still stiff.

There was an inexplicable cuteness in Ling's look that you would never see or even imagine in normal times. Zhuo sensed this, smiled, exhaled, and pressed his lips against her closed lips slowly without irritating her.

From beginning to end, Zero was so soft and tender.

The same goes for the lips, which are moisturized, soft and elastic, and more moisturized than washing your own lips.

On top of that, there was a slight special sweetness, perhaps seeping from Zero.

Gently pecking at the pale cherry lips, Zhuo slowly and slowly enjoyed the softness.

Every time Zhuo's lips touched and held Ling's lips, her body would tremble, but she neither ran away nor was disgusted, which meant that she accepted Zhuo.

(…It doesn’t feel real.)
This light feeling made Zhuo feel like he was in a dream.

While kissing and looking at Ling's face, I could see her good reaction: sometimes itchy, sometimes very comfortable.

Although she was embarrassed, she seemed to like kissing, so Zhuo had no worries and successfully kissed her.

While licking his lips, Ling grasped Zhuo's arm. However, Zhuo did not force his way in, but just savored the sweet taste, which made Ling gradually relax and his body was no longer tense.

Ling's body and expression softened, and this posture made Zhuo Xin itchy and he pecked her lips again.

After Zhuo fully tasted Ling's lips, Ling patted his chest, as if to say "It's reached the limit."

After being stopped, Zhuo obediently took his lips away. Ling's face flushed slightly, and she stared at him, panting slightly. However, her eyes were still a little dazed, without any fierceness.

"Huh - so long~"

"…Have you been unable to breathe? Even if your mouth is occupied, you still have your nose~"

"..."

In fact, seeing Ling accept it so comfortably, Zhuo became complacent. If she seemed unwilling, Zhuo would not do this. After all, if Ling was unwilling, no one could force her.

In other words, since Zero accepted it, there was no way she couldn't be unhappy.

As for the fact that Ling would force himself for Zhuo - Zhuo felt that it was impossible for Ling, who was so nervous about the kiss that he forgot to breathe, to force himself.

"...Can I say something?"

"say what."

"uncomfortable."

"What's wrong?"

"Why are you so skilled?"

"…I'll know whether it's good or not by looking at your reaction."

Ling seemed to think that Zhuo was too calm now and raised his eyebrows slightly, but Zhuo was not calm either.

Actually, Zhuo was just holding on. He was slowly confirming it while watching Ling's reaction. As for the result, even if he was not sure, as long as Zhuo did this to her, Ling would accept it obediently. Even so, Zhuo was careful when he kissed her.

"…Are you still observing while kissing?"

"Hey, yeah. At first it was as stiff as a rock, then it got softer and softer, and slowly it was almost limp like water, and I thought it was cute. I knew you would feel comfortable doing this, and I was even happier."

"..."

Perhaps he felt ashamed when Zhuo revealed word by word the things he had deliberately avoided thinking about, so Ling used a little strength to pat his little hand on Zhuo's chest.

But it didn't move at all, it seemed that she was still not playing seriously.

“…I don’t mean to say this.”

"are you uncomfortable?"

"Even though it is, don't let me say it."

"Some things just have to be said out loud."

"..."

“It hurts, it hurts…”

Since Ling played a little more seriously this time, Zhuo couldn't continue teasing him. No, Zhuo didn't intend to tease Ling, but Ling took it as a tease. Zhuo would also be nervous and worried about whether he did well and whether Ling was forcing himself to cooperate with him. That's why he asked that question.

"…Don't always bully me like this."

"I'm sorry...I was wrong."

There was no change in Lingyongdai's tone, but he looked directly at Zhuo with a slightly resentful look.

Zhuo chose to stroke her hair gently, and then Ling's resentment disappeared slightly and he looked up at Zhuo.

"Do you think a pat on the head every time is enough?"

"It doesn't work?"

"…It worked, but it was a bit annoying."

"Ah, then be careful next time."

Zhuo shrugged, and Ling blinked hard at him, then turned around and leaned on Zhuo's chest.

"…Hold me and sleep."

"As ordered."

As a result, rather than being angry, Ling wanted Zhuo to treat her gently or considerately.

Ling leaned her head back and pretended to be "silently angry" and leaned against Zhuo. Zhuo wanted nothing more than to hug her...

This time, it was gentle and tolerant...

Zhuo stroked Ling's back carefully and hugged her. Ling leaned her back against Zhuo's chest for a while, then slowly turned around.

The face he saw a few minutes later didn't look like he was upset anymore. Although Ling never had any expression to refer to, his eyes were calm, which made Zhuo feel relieved.

“…I’ve never seen this side of you before.”

"Are you trying to be naughty? Actually, I just want to get close to you."

"It's OK to do it another way."

After Ling warned Zhuo with a voice like “There’s really nothing I can do to you”, he straightened his back and put his hands around Zhuo’s neck.

Then, Ling kissed Zhuo and said to the frozen Zhuo in his usual indifferent tone, "I always feel that you look down on me."

Although that voice was toneless as usual, it made people feel that Ling was showing off, making Zhuo smile bitterly and bury his face in Ling's neck.

"I don't look down on you, it's just that my patience has its limits."

"Is that so? I forgive you then... It's itchy."

As soon as Ling Yi took the initiative, Zhuo immediately lost his composure. In order to cover it up, he kissed Ling's neck.

Take a breath and you can smell the familiar and pleasant smell.

It was a little difficult to determine in the past, but now he could say with confidence that they both used the same shower gel, which meant that the fragrance was originally there.

“…It smells so good.”

"It's nothing strange. We use the same bottle of shower gel, and I can smell the grass scent on my body."

"Grassy scent? It's a faint milky smell, right?"

"Zhuo, even if I will always remain like this, it doesn't mean I am still a child."

"..."

"..."

It seems that there is a disagreement in the discussion about the smell. Let's not talk about Ling's side, but Zhuo feels that there is also Ling's own fragrance in it. Then Zhuo looked at Ling and met her eyes.

"You are lying."

"You are lying."

(End of this chapter)