Chapter 594: The Demon Lord Princess's Daily Life of Slacking Off Chapter 687 First Kiss

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Just then, Qianqian's soft voice rang in Ouyang Chengren's ear: "Just pretend you're doing it for me, bear with it, okay?"

Ouyang Chengren's mind suddenly went blank, and he had no idea how to respond. But in that instant, his mouth seemed out of control, and as if possessed, he uttered a single word: "Okay."

Faced with Qianqian being so close, Ouyang Chengren felt his body growing increasingly stiff, while inside he felt somewhat hot and restless.

The warm breath Qianqian exhaled while speaking brushed against his face like a gentle breeze, making his cheeks warm slightly.

Qianqian seemed not to notice Ouyang Chengren's oddness, and continued: "Tonight, wear the clothes I bought for you, and I'll have someone come pick you up."

Ouyang Chengren's throat felt dry, and he nodded with difficulty, indicating his agreement.

Looking at Ouyang Chengren's dazed expression, Qianqian couldn't help but find him somewhat cute. She reached out and gently pinched his cheek.

Ouyang Chengren felt a cold little hand pinch his face; he wasn't angry, but rather found the sensation wonderful.

He wrapped his big hand around Qianqian's small hand and asked with concern: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Qianqian said softly: "As soon as winter comes, my hands and feet get especially cold."

Ouyang Chengren looked at her and replied gently: "It's fine, you'll warm up in a moment." But just then, silence suddenly fell between them, and neither spoke again.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally Qianqian's hands gradually warmed up. Seeing this, Ouyang Chengren said softly: "Alright, get up now; if someone sees us, it won't be good." His voice was low and gentle, as if carrying a hint of indulgence.

But Qianqian did not get up; instead, she tightly hugged his neck and refused to let go. She said coquettishly: "No, no one will see us here; let me hug you just a little longer, I'll leave in a moment."

Hearing Qianqian's coquettish words, Ouyang Chengren's heart melted, and he simply could not refuse her request.

So he slowly extended one hand, gently encircling Qianqian's waist, while his other hand tenderly stroked her smooth hair, as if she were an incomparably precious treasure.

Feeling Ouyang Chengren's movements, Qianqian felt a sweet feeling rise in her heart.

She hugged his neck even more tightly, burying her head in his neck and shoulder, greedily inhaling his unique scent. That scent made her feel immensely reassured and comfortable.

Ouyang Chengren also felt the soft little person in his arms; his hand dared not press too hard, for fear of hurting her.

He merely held her carefully, letting her lean more comfortably against his chest.

Just then, Qianqian said softly by his ear: "As long as you're willing, I will definitely treat you well from now on."

These words seemed spoken to Ouyang Chengren, yet also like she was murmuring to herself. Hearing them, Ouyang Chengren's heart stirred involuntarily.

Though he felt these words should have been spoken by him to her, when they came from Qianqian's mouth, they brought him a different kind of emotion.

He unconsciously increased the force of his embrace, pulling Qianqian tightly into his arms, as if to merge her into his body.

He deeply inhaled the fragrance in Qianqian's hair; that faint, subtle scent made him feel immensely at peace.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that if he could truly be with her in the future, no matter how many difficulties and setbacks they faced, he was willing to face and overcome them without flinching.

Just as he was immersed in this wonderful feeling, Qianqian slowly raised her head and said softly: "Alright, I'm leaving now; I still have other things to arrange..."

But before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt something soft and warm lightly touch her lips.

Qianqian stared wide-eyed, momentarily at a loss. She had not expected such a thing to happen at all, and was completely stunned.

Just then, Ouyang Chengren covered her eyes with one hand, as if wanting to block her sight and make her focus on the feeling of this moment.

Qianqian's body trembled slightly, then she obediently closed her eyes. The moment she closed her eyes, the sensation between her lips became increasingly clear.

Ouyang Chengren's lips were soft and warm, carrying a faint fragrance, causing her heartbeat to quicken involuntarily.

After all, Ouyang Chengren was experiencing this for the first time, and his movements seemed somewhat clumsy.

But he still carefully guided Qianqian, gradually deepening the kiss. Qianqian had no experience either; she could only respond to Ouyang Chengren's kiss by instinct. Slowly, their lips and teeth began to merge, each exploring the other's taste and warmth.

Qianqian felt she had no strength left in her body; her whole body went limp and she slumped into Ouyang Chengren's arms, forced yet enjoying his assault and conquest. Qianqian's body gradually softened, and her breathing began to quicken.

Ouyang Chengren's hand clamped around her waist like iron pincers, while his other hand gently pressed the back of her head, as if afraid she might suddenly run away.

Just as Qianqian was immersed in this wonderful feeling, she suddenly felt something was different. Her body trembled violently, and panic surged in her heart.

But Ouyang Chengren seemed to notice her oddness; he slowly released his hand, allowing Qianqian to regain a little freedom.

Ouyang Chengren's voice was low and magnetic, mixed with a trace of barely concealed desire.

He said softly: "Don't be afraid; I won't touch you before we marry." These words were like a spring breeze on her face, calming Qianqian's panicked heart somewhat.

But after just a moment of emotion, Qianqian's shyness surged over her like a tide.

Her face instantly turned red, like a ripe apple, even her ears blushing. She stammered: "I... that... I have something... you... you... remember to come tonight." After finishing, she sprang from Ouyang Chengren's lap and hurried away without looking back.

As soon as she stepped out the door, Qianqian felt a wave of heat hit her. Her heart pounded fiercely, as if it would jump out of her throat. She took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself, but the feeling of heat lingered in her heart, impossible to dispel.

After blowing in the cold wind, Qianqian's mind cleared a little. She composed herself, thinking of her behavior just now, and couldn't help but feel some regret.

How could she have been so improper? But thinking that she would meet Ouyang Chengren tonight, a trace of anticipation and shyness again rose in her heart.