Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 225 Impulse
Hu Xiaobei was suddenly attacked and stood there stunned.

He really didn't expect that An Xiaoqian would actually pinch his cheek.

After all, it would have been more reasonable for me to take the opportunity to pinch her cheek.

"An Xiaoqian, I think you've gotten too bold, daring to ambush me!" Hu Xiaobei frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of accusation.

An Xiaoqian loosened her fingers, gently rubbed them as she pulled them back, and blew on them with a hint of disdain.

"Before we ate the cake, you pinched me twice, and I just pinched you back once."

Besides, your cheeks aren't fun to pinch at all, and who told you to cover your face last time?

Hu Xiaobei looked shocked and puzzled: "No... how long ago was this? How... how can you remember it so clearly?"

Based on his understanding of An Xiaoqian, she shouldn't have taken such a small matter to heart!

How come... you suddenly remembered?

However, now is not the time to delve into this issue; regaining face is the right thing to do.

Hu Xiaobei put on a stern face and demanded righteously, "An Xiaoqian, this is a sneak attack, it's not fair at all."

"Come closer and let me pinch your face. Otherwise, this isn't over."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand, but paused in mid-air, as if waiting for An Xiaoqian to bring her face closer.

"Hmph, I'll pinch you then, you stingy little thing."

After saying that, An Xiaoqian actually brought her little face close to his hand.

Hu Xiaobei didn't make a move directly, but instead made another excessive request: "Hmm? What's going on? Hurry up and puff up the little bun for me."

Upon hearing this, An Xiaoqian frowned slightly, her little mouth involuntarily pouting, but she still obediently closed her eyes, puffing out her cheeks like a dumpling, looking completely submissive.

That alluring pose...it's simply irresistible!

Hu Xiaobei could no longer bear it. He gently touched An Xiaoqian's cheek with his fingers. The touch was delicate and soft, just like fresh tofu that had been set with gravy and was still trembling. It was both slippery and incredibly tender.

It seems that with just a little force, the fingertip would sink in, ruining the beauty.

He didn't dare to use force, only gently rubbing back and forth with his thumb and forefinger.

An Xiaoqian's skin felt warm.

Hu Xiaobei could even feel the faint pulse beating under her cheeks, one beat after another, as if it were pounding on his heart.

An Xiaoqian's cheeks were being pinched, but her eyes were already open, staring wide-eyed.

Those already bright eyes now seemed to hold two small flames, glaring at Hu Xiaobei with a hint of coquettish anger.

It's as if it's saying: Why aren't you pinching it yet? What's the meaning of all this touching? Are you trying to scare me? I'm not afraid!
She didn't look away, but stared straight into Hu Xiaobei's eyes, her long, curled eyelashes trembling slightly like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, each flutter seeming to flash into Hu Xiaobei's heart.

She felt slightly embarrassed and annoyed. Her cheeks were being pinched like that, and although it didn't hurt at all, it was just a little itchy, but the feeling was strange.

It's like getting flicked on the forehead; the flick itself might not hurt much, but the buildup before the flick is the most nerve-wracking.

For some reason, she inexplicably didn't want this moment to end, and that complex emotion made her ears blush.

Hu Xiaobei's breathing gradually became more rapid.

Looking at An Xiaoqian so close to him, her pouting lips and reddened ears were urging him to take action.

He swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly involuntarily. A torrent of thoughts raced through his mind, a fierce internal struggle raging within him. "Kiss her, just once, it shouldn't be a problem, right? She's right here in front of me, completely at my mercy..."

"No, she's so naive and trusts me so much. If I do that, how is it any different from taking advantage of someone in distress? I can't hurt her!"

The two ideas clashed repeatedly, and it was difficult to determine which was superior.

He suppressed his lustful thoughts, but his thumb still gently caressed An Xiaoqian's delicate cheek, the movement tender and lingering, as if reluctant to part.

His mind was blank, he only wanted this moment to last a little longer, a little longer, ideally... for time to stand still for them.

An Xiaoqian, being too delicate, couldn't resist and let out a soft "humph".

The voice was soft and weak, with a very faint ending, carrying an indescribable coquettish tone.

Hu Xiaobei felt as if a feather had lightly brushed against his heart, making him itch and wishing he could hold An Xiaoqian in his arms right now and cherish her.

Her slightly pouting lips gleamed alluringly in the moonlight; it would surely be wonderful to sip and savor them.

Hu Xiaobei couldn't help but lick his lips, his body leaning forward unconsciously. His desire had reached its peak, like a gun being loaded and ready to fire.

Just as he was about to launch an attack.

An Xiaoqian's pure eyes were like two clear springs, so clear that they were without a trace of impurity, and they shone with a pure and innocent light under the moonlight.

Hu Xiaobei's gaze met those eyes directly, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, making him shudder and instantly sober up.

The beautiful thoughts that were just running rampant in my mind have now vanished like dream bubbles.

He realized he had almost made a terrible mistake. His heart was still pounding, but no longer because of desire, but purely out of fear.

He forced himself to suppress his desires, swallowed again, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and took a deep breath to calm his disordered breathing.

The heat on her face gradually subsided, replaced by a gentle, warm smile.

Hu Xiaobei stopped caressing her cheeks and gently pinched An Xiaoqian's cheek, his movements gentle yet affectionate, like that of an older brother.

Then, as if he had been electrocuted, he quickly withdrew his hand.

Although the delicate touch still lingered on his fingertips, he had buried that untimely impulse deep in his heart.

An Xiaoqian's cheek still held the warmth of Hu Xiaobei's fingertips. Her body, which had been slightly tense due to that strange "touch," slowly relaxed after Hu Xiaobei withdrew his hand.

She blinked her clear eyes, the unknown flame within them quietly extinguished.

Instead, there was a sense of unknown confusion and doubt, as if asking, "Why did it end so suddenly without any effort?"

She tilted her head slightly, a faint blush rising on her cheeks from the earlier action, and muttered softly, "You're so strange. You scared me for so long, and then you just pinched me lightly and that was it."

As she spoke, she seemed to suddenly remember something, paused, and fixed her gaze on Hu Xiaobei's right hand with a scrutinizing look. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the hem of her clothes, as if she were ready to wipe away any stains that might be on it.

She turned slightly to the side, leaned her head forward, and held Hu Xiaobei's hand in the center of her vision, not missing a single detail.

After carefully examining the area, she breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense shoulders relaxed.

Immediately afterwards, she subconsciously reached out and touched her cheek that had been pinched, as if worried and reluctant to let go of that brief but wonderful feeling.

She bit her lower lip lightly, the blush at the base of her ears not yet completely faded.

She secretly glanced at Hu Xiaobei, her eyes filled with the shyness and curiosity typical of a young girl, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the strange atmosphere just now.

(End of this chapter)