The 99th Divorce

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ye Qianqian’s face was full of questions. At the same time, it was heating up.

Glaring at Shen Zhilie, she brusquely demanded, “What kind of a question is that?”

“A proper question. You just have to answer ‘yes’ or ‘no.’”

“N…” No!

A thought immediately occurred to Ye Qianqian.

If she told him that she had never been kissed despite living to such an age, wouldn’t it be embarrassing?

Just as her answer was about to escape from her lips, she changed her mind and replied, “Yes.”

Shen Zhilie slowly leaned over and leisurely asked, “So, is that a yes or a no?”

Ye Qianqian’s heart skipped a beat. She instinctively took a step back to avoid him.

“I…”

“Don’t lie to me.” Shen Zhilie’s voice was very soft. It only served to make it even more mesmerizing.

Ye Qianqian’s felt her mind go blank. She stammered out, “N… No.”

“Would you like to give it a try?”

Give it a try?

Before Ye Qianqian could process her thoughts, Shen Zhilie leaned his face over within an inch of hers.

Shen Zhilie had a very sharp nose. As he got closer, Ye Qianqian could see the tip of his nose.

Subconsciously, she shrank back. Before she could avoid him, Shen Zhilie held her back by her hand.

Ye Qianqian stopped breathing. She could feel her face burning.

Shen Zhilie slowly came closer. His head imperceptibly tilted to the side. He leaned over and slowly… slowly…

Time seemed to suddenly slow to a crawl. Ye Qianqian’s mind was a blank. She had even forgotten how to breathe.

The soft touch on her lips felt even clearer and more real than it had been just now.

Shen Zhilie gently stuck his tongue out and trailed it across her lips.

Ye Qianqian felt as if a bolt of lightning had shot through her.

She suddenly ducked to the back and instinctively shoved him away.

Ye Qianqian stared at Shen Zhilie’s face as she began to gasp for air. She blinked her eyes. It was obvious that she had yet to recover from the shock.

The look in Shen Zhilie’s eyes darkened. When he saw her violent reaction, he leaned forward a little.

His approach was silent, but the aggressive sense of desire that was natural in a man became even more distinct.

Ye Qianqian shrank away and stammered, “Hold… Hold on a moment.”

Shen Zhilie stopped and looked at her.

“What… What we’re doing… It isn’t appropriate…”

It isn’t appropriate?

Shen Zhilie found it a little laughable. Smiling broadly, he asked, “Why isn’t it appropriate?”

“I think… I… I…”

Before any other words could come out of her mouth, Shen Zhilie once again cut them off with his lips on hers.

Cupping her face in both his hands, Shen Zhilie gently eased her mouth open and tangled her tongue with his.

Ye Qianqian was further stunned. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

Faced with the raging storm before her, she didn’t know how to react.

Ye Qianqian squirmed a little subconsciously and realized there was drool trickling down her chin.

It was saliva!

Ew ew ew ew!

It was disgusting!

Ye Qianqian began to resist a little. Before she realized it, she was enveloped by the sensations.

Her mind went blank again. She felt as if she were floating in the clouds.

Shen Zhilie suddenly released her. He stared as her beet-red face as he asked, “Aren’t you afraid of suffocating to death?”

Ye Qianqian did indeed feel as if her world was going black. When she heard that question, she pushed him away and wiped her chin. She retorted, “This is disgusting! You exchanged spit with me in my mouth!”

Shen Zhilie snorted aloud, “That is clearly your own spit! I’m not even complaining about yours, so why are you complaining about mine?”

“Well, I’m not the dirty one. You are!”

Shen Zhilie raised his eyebrows and leaned in again. He said, “Now I’ve dirtied you. So, tell me, what should we do?”