Chapter 42: Confession

The love that had been suppressed beneath an iceberg would one day erupt.

And the trigger for this might be a smile, a touch of tenderness, or perhaps nothing at all—just a single second.

The eruption of love…

Overwhelming and fervent…

It was like a beast that had been suppressed for a long time finally capturing its long-desired prey, holding her tightly in its embrace, with a force so great it seemed to meld her into his very being.

Jiang Mi looked at Gu Chuan with shimmering eyes, her heart brimming with joy and sweetness, her voice tinged with a hint of coquettishness, “Gu Chuan, you’re hurting me.”

Gu Chuan lowered his head, his firm nose brushing lightly against the girl’s delicate nose. His lips parted slightly, and his deep, husky voice rumbled, “Does it hurt already?”

The warm breath that spilled from his mouth reddened her cheeks, making her instinctively stick out her soft tongue to lick her dry lips.

But she seemed to forget that they were so close that her tongue might touch his lips instead.

A strange and intense pleasure surged from her tongue to her entire body.

In the next moment, his powerful and domineering kiss descended like a sudden storm, prying open her soft lips and invading deeply.

It was as if all the air was being stolen by him.

Even her soul seemed to tremble.

Soft, seductive moans leaked between their connected lips, harmonizing with their heavy, heated breaths.

It was hard to tell how long it had been, but the girl’s radiant face, flushed with desire from lack of oxygen, finally prompted Gu Chuan to release her, albeit temporarily.

His deep, magnetic voice slowly spoke, “Miss, remember to breathe.”

“Call me Mimi.” Jiang Mi leaned against Gu Chuan’s neck, panting softly as she corrected him.

Gu Chuan, hearing Jiang Mi’s request, let out a low, amused chuckle.

Their chests pressed together, and as Gu Chuan smiled, the vibrations from his chest sent a tingling sensation through Jiang Mi’s entire body, causing her lips to inadvertently part with a soft moan.

But there was also an inexplicable sense of shyness and irritation as she lifted her glistening eyes and asked, “Why are you laughing?”

In fact, hearing Gu Chuan call her “Miss” made Jiang Mi feel a twinge of unease.

Because Gu Chuan had always addressed the original owner as “Miss,” and all the memories of making coffee, baking pastries—everything had been shared with the original owner, not with her.

So Jiang Mi couldn’t help but worry whether Gu Chuan liked her or the original owner.

Alright, Jiang Mi knew her worry was a bit unreasonable, as she was now Jiang Mi, and Jiang Mi was her.

But a woman in the throes of first love couldn’t control her wandering thoughts.

Seeing Gu Chuan merely gazing at her with a smile, Jiang Mi leaned forward and took his lips, nervously biting them with her teeth.

A trace of tenderness flashed in Gu Chuan’s eyes. His large hand gently caressed the back of her delicate neck, his voice soft and affectionate, full of infinite affection, “I’ve always loved you, Mimi.”

This means!

Gu Chuan knows?

The thought struck her mind, and a huge wave of astonishment and ecstasy surged into her heart. The usually articulate Jiang Mi found herself unable to speak a complete sentence at this moment.

“Gu, Gu Chuan…”

“Good girl, Mimi.”

These three words seemed to be the most captivating poison in the world and also the most healing antidote.

Jiang Mi obediently leaned into Gu Chuan’s embrace, her neck arching elegantly as if she was about to offer herself completely to the man before her.