Beloved Marriage in High Society

Chapter 33.1 : I can't kiss you, too. My kiss is only for Yan Sui

Chapter 33.1 :
I can't kiss you, too. My kiss is only for Yan Sui

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung

Proofreader: KainGuru

In fact, when they were walking on the beach, Yan Sui was already restraining his strong urge to kiss Meng Ting. At the time, it was not impossible for them to kiss. Meng Ting was willing, but Yan Sui did not want their intimate moment to be witnessed by others, so he endured it.

At first, he thought that it would not take long for this desire to fade away, but no, he always remembered this feeling, and he even became more and more impatient so that he could not help himself when they returned to their room.

In the room, only a little light penetrated through the edge of the curtain. In the corner where they were at, it was completely dark. It was not enough for them to see who was who, but they could feel each other with their kisses, breaths, and touches. Their kiss was getting more and more intense and getting deeper and deeper.

Finally, Meng Ting had a taste of the red wine's flavor. When his tipsiness rushed straight into his head, he felt like he was intoxicated.

He held on to Yan Sui's neck, but he felt that all of his limbs gradually lost their strength. Obviously, he was very capable of fighting downstairs earlier. How come when he was kissed by Yan Sui, he lost all of his strength?

This question was somewhat abstruse for the dizzy Meng Ting.

When his hand was about to slip from Yan Sui's neck, Yan Sui slipped his hands into his clothes and suddenly put forth his strength to catch the boy.

The kiss lasted for an unprecedented length, and gradually changed from fierce to gentle. Yan Sui kissed every corner of Meng Ting's mouth and savored Meng Ting's taste. His lips parted from Meng Ting's, but he did not let the boy go.

Their limbs were sticking close to each other, and the thinness of their summer clothes completely allowed them to feel the heat of each other's body getting hotter.

Several buttons of Meng Ting's shirt had been pulled apart and the blazer that had been draped over his shoulders earlier had fallen to the floor. The palms of his hands were on Meng Ting's delicate skin. He could clearly hear the boy's rapid breathing and accelerated heartbeat. That boy had this kind of willingness to be close to him as well. How could he yield to part from these? How could he let go?

Yan Sui drew near him once again. He started kissing Meng Ting from his forehead, then brushed his lips all the way over the boy's lips, then to the corners of his mouth, his chin, his Adam's apple, his neck...

"Yan Sui..."

Meng Ting whispered his name. It was really Yan Sui's kiss that had burned up all of his strength, which all the more made him at his wits' end.

Yan Sui's forehead was oozing with sweat. He really endured going through hardships. However today, without doing anything, he blindly drank the wine that Gu Lang and the others gave him in gluttony. He stood up, carried Meng Ting in his arms, and walked over to the bed. "Don't be afraid."

Meng Ting embraced Yan Sui back, "I'm not afraid of you. It's just a little dark..."

He could not see Yan Sui and was somewhat not used to it.

Yan Sui did not know what to think of. He stopped walking at once, then he laid the boy down gently.

He turned the bedside lamp on. Half of Meng Ting's clothes was torn open and his cheeks were also slightly blushing out of shyness. However, he still looked at Yan Sui straight in the eye and earnestly stressed this line out at once: "I'm not afraid of you. I like you."