Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 312 The wounds are all healed

Qin Zhao paused slightly, then looked up at him.

Her lips were stained with a little juice, glistening with moisture, making them appear even fuller and pinker.

Shen Yanci had already leaned over, casting a shadow over her, and her eyelashes trembled.

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing against the corner of her lips, wiping away a little bit of residual juice.

"It got on me." His voice was low and hoarse.

His fingers didn't leave; instead, they traced the outline of her lips: "The wound is completely healed."

The kissing scene in the movie continued, the ambiguous sounds of water were particularly clear, and the air seemed to become humid.

Qin Zhao's fingers curled slightly as she looked at him: "Do you want some?"

Shen Yanci held the back of her neck and lowered his head to kiss her.

Their noses touched: "What do you think?"

Qin Zhao was still holding the juice in her hand. She lowered her eyelashes and said, "It will spill."

Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He parted his lips slightly, glanced at the juice in her hand, and casually picked it up and put it aside.

His eyes were deep as he lowered his head and took her lower lip into his mouth, gently sucking and biting it. His tongue pried open her teeth, slowly taking over her breath.

The kiss was incredibly lingering, and incredibly agonizing.

Qin Zhao's hand, which was on his chest, opened and then gradually clenched, then opened again. His shoulders hunched back, as if he wanted to catch his breath.

Shen Yanci paused, then held her back, his forehead pressed against hers, and said in a low voice, "Why are you hiding?"

"That's how we kiss." He kissed the corner of her lips, his voice low and husky. "Didn't you see?"

He said that and kissed her again.

Qin Zhao, however, refrained from dodging and instead gripped the shirt at his chest tightly with her fingers.

Shen Yanci's eyes flashed, drawing her into an even deeper entanglement.

The dialogue in the movie theater faded away, leaving only the sound of our intertwined breaths.

After a short kiss, Qin Zhao turned his head away as if he couldn't breathe.

Her chest heaved.

Shen Yanci glanced at her, kissed the corner of her lips and chin, and then gently kissed her neck.

Warm lips sucked on flesh, and hot breath sprayed on thin skin.

Her breathing was already rapid, and her mouth opened involuntarily, letting out a gasp.

Both of them paused for a moment.

Qin Zhao curled up slightly, a thin mist welled up in his eyes, and his whole body flushed red.

The scent of her hair and body filled his nostrils, and Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed as he breathed heavily.

Qin Zhao gave him a push, stepped back a little, and then stood up abruptly.

They ran out quickly.

Shen Yanci quickly got up and grabbed her wrist. She had her back to him, her fair neck was still flushed, and she struggled a couple of times.

Shen Yanci pulled her over.

Qin Zhao struggled to walk out.

"Zhaozhao." He gently hugged her, his Adam's apple bobbing. "What's wrong?"

Qin Zhao didn't know either; she just suddenly felt flustered, a mixture of shame and panic.

A mist welled up in her eyes.

she does not know.

She's so annoying.

Are you feeling unwell?

Shen Yanci's body heat enveloped her through his summer coat, and she suddenly broke down, letting out a sob and bursting into tears.

Shen Yanci's mouth moved slightly. He looked at her helplessly, his throat dry: "I didn't want to do anything else, I just wanted to kiss you."

His mouth moved and then closed again: "I thought..."

I thought he would at least have more permissions.

The lust that Shen Yanci had just released through his panting was completely extinguished by her crying.

He wasn't too assertive or overt just now, was he?

Are you scared?
Did you press it down?
Did you get bitten?

Shen Yanci was completely baffled.

She was still crying, and he patted her back: "No more kissing, okay?"

"Ah."

"..."

Qin Zhao cried for about seven or eight minutes before finally stopping, sobbing.

Her face was still scrunched up, her hair was wet with tears and stuck to her face, her eyelashes were wet, and her eyes were red.

Shen Yanci raised his eyelids slightly; he was guilty. He moved slightly away from her and used his fingertips to brush away the stray strands of her hair.

Qin Zhao's eyes were still misty with tears.

Shen Yanci sighed softly, and finally just wiped away the tears on her face: "Do you still want to watch the movie?"

Qin Zhao pursed his lips, his brows furrowing unconsciously.

Shen Yanci: "Let's watch a comedy."

Qin Zhao nodded.

An absurd and nonsensical movie played, the light from the screen falling on their faces, flickering between bright and dim.

Neither of them laughed.

There was a small distance between them.

After the movie ended, Shen Yanci took her home.

The two walked side by side, but he didn't hold her hand; his gaze was fixed ahead.

Qin Zhao clenched his fingers and pursed his lips.

After walking for another two minutes, Qin Zhao stopped.

Shen Yanci listened and watched her.

Qin Zhao lowered his eyelids: "Are you angry?"

Shen Yanci raised his eyes slightly, his lips were straight, and his tone had a feigned lightness: "Why would I be angry?"

Qin Zhao looked at his drooping hand: "Why aren't you holding my hand anymore?"

I used to always hold hands with him.

Her voice was a little low: "He didn't even look at me."

Shen Yanci half-closed his eyelids, raised his hand slightly, and said casually, "Isn't my hand right here? If you want to hold it, can't you take the initiative?"

His expression and movements were somewhat lazy, yet inexplicably conveyed a sense of detachment.

Qin Zhao looked at him with misty eyes that seemed to be crying but weren't.

Shen Yanci's lazy energy dissipated somewhat.

He looked up, sighed softly, and reached out his hand to hers: "Shall we hold hands?"

Qin Zhao touched the back of his hand and then they clasped together.

Body heat was transferred between them, and the physical contact seemed to bring their hearts, separated by chests, closer together.

It was nearly evening, and a setting sun cast an orange-yellow glow across the sky.

Qin Zhao looked at his profile and said, "I sense that you don't seem very happy."

Shen Yanci was silent for half a second, then lifted his eyelids slightly: "No."

He kept his gaze ahead, not looking at her, his jaw slightly tense.

He looked at Qin Zhao: "Are you unhappy?"

Qin Zhao paused for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

"That's good." He lowered his eyelids, reverting to his indifferent demeanor.

"I……"

In the August evening, the ground reflected the heat of the day.

Qin Zhao's hand was icy cold, but holding it made the chill of the air-conditioned room dissipate a little.

She took his hand: "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Shen Yanci squinted slightly, as if the sun had stung his eyes: "No, I was thinking about something."

"whats the matter?"

Shen Yanci closed his eyelids slightly: "It's about work."

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement: "Can I help?"

Shen Yanci's expression relaxed a bit: "How can I help with the work?"

"What if?" Qin Zhao looked at him. "I've helped my brother before."

Shen Yanci: "Pretty impressive."

"However, I can handle it myself."

"Ah."

They arrived at Qin Zhao's house.

"arrive."

Shen Yanci glanced down at the spot where the two were holding hands, then let go: "Let's go inside, it's hot outside."

The movements were very swift and efficient.

Qin Zhao glanced at him: "Shen Yanci."

　Did you guess it?
　　Princess Shen's health was the last resort.
　　(End of this chapter)