Liu Erlong's body reacted "naturally" before her mind could intervene.
Her fingers, which had been carefully controlling her soul power, involuntarily slid forward, transforming into the soft touch of her entire palm. She even applied slight pressure, gripping Dai Chengfeng's hand and interrupting the flow of soul power.
Her body no longer instinctively pulled back in stiffness. Instead, as if seeking warmth and comfort, she unconsciously leaned slightly forward.
Her arm brushed against Dai Chengfeng's palm by accident, her breathing becoming rapid and warm, carrying a faintly tempting fragrance that wafted onto Dai Chengfeng's neck.
The red glow in her eyes intensified, the haze of desire almost spilling over as she stared intently at Dai Chengfeng's face, mere inches away. Her gaze was filled with struggle, longing, and a kind of reckless determination akin to breaking everything because it was already broken.
At this moment, Dai Chengfeng finally "just happened" to open his eyes, meeting Liu Erlong's unprecedented, sultry gaze.
His face displayed just the right amount of "surprise" and "confusion":
"Liu Erlong, Teacher Liu, what… is going on?"
"What do you mean, what's wrong with me?"
Liu Erlong's eyes were seductive, veiled with a faint mist, and her voice trembled imperceptibly at the end.
"I'm fine… I'm just suddenly feeling a bit tired."
Looking at Liu Erlong now, Dai Chengfeng understood everything but displayed an appropriate level of concern on his face: "Soul resonance indeed consumes a great deal of mental energy. Let me escort Teacher Liu back to rest…"
"Shh…"
Liu Erlong interrupted him, raising her hand. Her cool, slender fingertips, still trembling slightly, gently pressed against Dai Chengfeng's lips, halting his words.
"Liu Erlong…"
Seeing the surprised Dai Chengfeng, Liu Erlong gave a faint smile, her breath warm and tinged with a lazy rasp. "Don't speak…"
After saying this, the long finger resting on Dai Chengfeng's lips did not immediately withdraw. Instead, savoring the subtle sensation, her fingertip slowly traced along the curve of his lower lip, leaving behind a faint, teasing itch.
Liu Erlong's fingertip was soft, her movements both flirtatious and absent-minded, as if unconsciously tracing the contours of a mesmerizing piece of art.
As her gaze flickered, the red glow in her eyes burned brighter, almost dripping with emotion.
"Teacher Liu, are you… drunk without drinking?"
Dai Chengfeng tilted his head slightly, speaking again.
Seeing Dai Chengfeng's "resistant" demeanor, "Drunk? Heh!"
Liu Erlong let out a cold laugh, Yu Xiaogang's cold and heartless figure seemingly reappearing before her eyes.
"Dai Chengfeng, that man…"
Liu Erlong's voice was icy yet carried a hint of seduction.
The hand that had been lightly brushing against Dai Chengfeng's lips suddenly moved upward. With boldness, her warm palm pressed firmly against his cheek, while her cool fingertips slipped into the hairline behind his ear.
"If he can be so heartless, trampling on my years of sincere feelings beneath his feet…"
"Why can't I… indulge myself for once?"
There was resentment, sorrow, and a desire for revenge in Liu Erlong's voice.
As she spoke, her other arm quietly rose, draping softly around Dai Chengfeng's neck. Leaning forward, her warm, fragrant body nearly collapsed completely into his embrace, her breath like orchids brushing against his jawline and throat.
Her final words were almost whispered, filled with resolve and a self-destructive allure.
Before Dai Chengfeng could react further, Liu Erlong suddenly stood on her tiptoes, closed her eyes, and pressed her soft lips firmly against his, her long lashes trembling violently.
The initial touch was fueled by a sense of vengeful recklessness and awkwardness.
It was only a tight press, trembling slightly, with no further movement.
On the other side, the instant their lips touched, Dai Chengfeng's pupils instinctively contracted.
Dai Chengfeng's body stiffened—not out of resistance, but purely from shock.
He… he, Dai Chengfeng, was actually forcefully kissed by Liu Erlong?
Even though all of this was within his calculations and guidance—from their initial separation to the potential influence of the Rakshasa God Power on her mind…
Every step, Dai Chengfeng had anticipated multiple possibilities.
But he truly hadn't expected that this member of the legendary Golden Iron Triangle, known for her fiery and fierce nature, would unleash her pent-up emotions with such… directness and boldness!
"Was the influence of the Rakshasa Power this time… slightly… too intense?"
A sense of absurdity, bordering on laughter and tears, swept through Dai Chengfeng's mind.
But only for a moment. Afterward, Dai Chengfeng stopped dwelling on it. The arm around Liu Erlong's waist tightened gradually, his palm caressing the supple curve of her side, while his other hand supported her back, pulling her closer and deepening the complex kiss.
Their breathing grew scorching and chaotic…
Their panting became heavier.
After who knows how long of unrestrained passion, the fog of confusion and burning madness in Liu Erlong's mind suddenly receded like a tide, and her rationality gradually returned.
She opened her eyes again, only to see Dai Chengfeng's face, close enough to touch, immersed in the moment with his eyes closed, and her arms still tightly wrapped around him, her body pressed closely against his.
Oh my god! What have I done?!
In an instant, an overwhelming sense of shame and panic seized every nerve in Liu Erlong's body!
"Mmm—!"
Liu Erlong, as if burned, mustered all her strength to push Dai Chengfeng away violently. The force of the push caused her to stumble backward several steps before barely regaining her balance. Her arms, which had just embraced him, still tingled with numbness.
Her lips were slightly swollen and glistened with moisture, her cheeks flushed so deeply they seemed about to bleed. She gasped for air in heavy breaths.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief, panic, and helplessness, unable to look at Dai Chengfeng again. Overwhelmed by embarrassment and fear, she couldn't utter a single word…
"You… you should leave first!"
Finally, after leaving those words, Liu Erlong abruptly turned around.
Almost fleeing in panic, her footsteps were disordered as she rushed back to her room, slamming the door shut with a loud "bang."
Inside the room.
Liu Erlong's back pressed tightly against the cold door panel, and she slowly slid down to sit on the floor.
"Oh my god!"
Liu Erlong covered her burning face with both hands, as if she could still feel the warmth and scent of Dai Chengfeng's lips.
Her fingertips touched the corners of her mouth, where the lingering dampness and slight swelling remained.
What… what have I done?
I actually… forcefully kissed Dai Chengfeng?
Compared to Liu Erlong's disbelief inside the room, outside the door, Dai Chengfeng did not leave immediately.
He stood there, raising his hand to slowly wipe his lower lip.
It still seemed to bear the imprint of that soft, awkward, and even somewhat reckless touch.
"Heh…"
A faint chuckle escaped his throat, almost inaudible.
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