Chapter 23: A Kiss to Last Forever

The white-haired girl sitting on Yin Xuelian’s lap felt like she was on pins and needles.

Su Cheng couldn’t predict what Yin Xuelian might do next.
She could only let Yin Xuelian’s warm, soft hands gently rub her stomach.

Truth be told, under Yin Xuelian’s gentle touch, her stomach did feel much better.

The faint scent of hair lingered around her nose.
Unsatisfied with just a whiff, Yin Xuelian buried her entire face into Su Cheng’s loose ponytail, inhaling deeply with relish.

“So fragrant…”

Su Cheng’s body instantly tensed, her eyes widening as her breath caught in her throat.

“Sister… Sister Lian… what are you doing?”

Yin Xuelian wrapped her arms around Su Cheng’s slender waist, holding her delicate frame securely, leaving no chance for escape.

“Little cutie, you smell so good. Let me savor it.”

Yin Xuelian’s faint breath tickled Su Cheng’s ears and cheeks.
Her eyes shimmered with a hint of intoxication.

The subtle orange fragrance emanating from Su Cheng seeped into Yin Xuelian’s heart, bringing a sense of calm and peace.

“By the way, that photo I sent you last night—really wasn’t you in it?”

Yin Xuelian’s question was unfairly timed, clearly meant to catch her off guard.

Su Cheng, adopting a wronged tone, softly said, “It really wasn’t me, Sister Lian. You have to believe me.”

Yin Xuelian gave a quiet smile, instinctively tightening her hold on Su Cheng.

“I’ll believe you for now.”

“Sister Lian…”

“Don’t move. Be quiet.”

The warm morning light bathed the two of them.
Su Cheng, following Yin Xuelian’s wishes, fell silent.

At some point, Su Cheng’s cheeks had flushed red, her ears tinged crimson.
She shyly lowered her eyes, nestling into Yin Xuelian’s embrace.

At that moment, a hazy memory surfaced once more.

This time, the memory was of Su Cheng lying in a pool of blood, cradled in the arms of a pink-haired girl.

The girl’s scalding, bean-sized tears fell like a torrential rain onto Su Cheng’s face.
It was the last warmth Su Cheng felt.

She could still faintly hear the girl’s anguished cries in her ears.
But her own consciousness was already fading.

Su Cheng vaguely recalled using the last of her strength to weakly call out the pink-haired girl’s name.

‘Lian’er…’

“Little cutie, what did you just say?”

Yin Xuelian’s astonished words yanked Su Cheng back to reality.

“I… did I say something?”

Yin Xuelian turned Su Cheng’s face toward her, her piercing gaze locking onto Su Cheng.
Her hands cupped Su Cheng’s startled, faintly flushed face.

“You did. I heard it clearly. I didn’t mishear,” Yin Xuelian said with utmost seriousness, her expression grave.

Seeing Yin Xuelian’s intensely earnest look, Su Cheng still didn’t believe her.
It was likely a trick to get her to slip up.

She’d only been lost in her memories.
Could she have accidentally said something aloud?

It was entirely possible.

In any case, if Su Cheng’s guess was right, she’d likely muttered “Lian’er.”
She knew exactly what that meant.

For now, she couldn’t let Yin Xuelian see through her.

“I… I don’t remember saying anything,” Su Cheng said, lacking confidence.

“You definitely did. You’re trying to lie to me again.”
Yin Xuelian’s tone was firm; she was certain she hadn’t misheard.

That single “Lian’er” had sent her calm heart racing with excitement and frustration.

Su Cheng maintained her denial, her brows nearly knitting together.
“I really don’t remember. I didn’t mean to lie to you.”

Seeing Su Cheng refuse to admit it, Yin Xuelian shook her head helplessly.
Her gaze returned to Su Cheng, still carrying that unwavering seriousness.

“Little Orange, maybe you’ve forgotten the past. Or maybe you’re just unwilling to admit it now.”

As she spoke, Yin Xuelian pulled Su Cheng’s delicate frame closer, as if this would let her hear her truest feelings.

“But meeting you again… it’s truly wonderful.”

“This time, I’ll protect you properly. I won’t let you get hurt again.”

Su Cheng listened to Yin Xuelian’s words, a flash of shock passing through her eyes.
Ripples spread across her heart.

Just as she’d suspected, Yin Xuelian was also a transmigrator.

While Su Cheng was still reeling, Yin Xuelian continued.

“I don’t know if you understand what I’m saying. Maybe you’ve forgotten me, but that’s okay. I’ll make sure you’re happy every single day.”

Yin Xuelian’s words left Su Cheng at a loss.
She didn’t understand why Yin Xuelian would say such things, but she sensed a trace of guilt in her words.

Yin Xuelian slightly loosened her hold on Su Cheng’s frame.
Her shimmering eyes held a complex mix of sadness and joy.

“In short, seeing you again makes me so happy.”

“But that’s not enough. No matter what you’ve become, you can only be mine.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Yin Xuelian suddenly pinched Su Cheng’s chin.
No matter how hard she tried, Su Cheng couldn’t break free.
Yin Xuelian’s clear, spring-like eyes surged with dominance and delight.

“In our past life, you chased me. Now, let me…”

“Sister Lian… I… we… mmph…”

Su Cheng stammered, trying to dodge Yin Xuelian’s approaching, breathtaking face.
But Yin Xuelian’s hand was already cradling the back of her head.

Su Cheng was doomed to be caught in this kiss.
From the moment she sat on Yin Xuelian’s lap, she’d sensed escape wouldn’t be easy.
But who could’ve predicted this?

Their eyes met.
Su Cheng’s were filled with shock, while Yin Xuelian’s held the joy of a parched land meeting sweet rain.

The previous two times had been sneaky and fleeting, but now she was bold and resolute.

Since last night’s photo incident, Yin Xuelian had been deeply displeased.
She had to strike first.

Even if Su Cheng wasn’t ready to accept it, she had a backup plan.

But now wasn’t the time to think about that.
It was time to savor Little Orange fully.

In this life, Su Cheng, now a white-haired girl, was like a treasure box.
Adorable in looks, soft and fragrant, easy to push over with her small strength.
Her cherry lips carried a faint orange scent, growing more enchanting the deeper you explored.

As for Su Cheng, the shock on her face had faded.
Her misty eyes recalled Yin Xuelian’s flavor.

It was a faint floral scent, like the lingering fragrance of peach blossoms after rain, or the fresh bloom of jasmine.

Yin Xuelian’s soft, warm lips trembled slightly, like a new sprout breaking through soil.
With tender persistence, she gently captured Su Cheng’s lower lip.

The scent of sun-warmed oranges grew rich and intoxicating, seeping into every crevice of Yin Xuelian’s heart, leaving an indelible mark.

Her arms tightened suddenly, pulling Su Cheng deeper, as if to meld their hearts together, never to part.

Su Cheng felt a wave of intense dizziness, as if swept into a vortex of floral fragrance.
Her body felt weightless, immersed in this long-lost sweetness.

Su Cheng’s weak fingers rested on Yin Xuelian’s shoulders, her soft body leaning into her.

After an unknown stretch of time, a gap finally appeared where their lips met.

Su Cheng’s breathing was rapid and uneven, unable to tell if this was reality or a dream.
Her consciousness muddled, she collapsed into Yin Xuelian’s warm embrace.

It wasn’t until Yin Xuelian gently squeezed her hand that she was certain it was all real.

She’d been thoroughly kissed by her ex-girlfriend from her past life.