Pursed Lips Gif

Gu Xiaoer had only rented a temporary boyfriend, but she ended up with a bonus clingy CEO. He was a young and promising elite who clung to her alone, transforming into a devoted wife-favoring fiend. "Honey, I want to eat shrimp dumplings." The next moment, the tastiest shrimp dumplings from Country C were fed to her lips. "Honey, you aren't as romantic as others," she complained. Immediately after, candlelight, fireworks, yacht trips, and seventy-two other romantic gestures—she experienced them all one after the other…

The next morning, Jian Anning asked, "What is happiness?" Yu Xingxing hooked his lips into a smile and suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace. "Happiness," he said, "is being with the one you love and doing things that make you happy. Let's continue, wife!" Jian Anning kicked him off. "Get lost!"

Say it,” Luca whispered against Ayden’s neck, his breath warm. “You want me. Don’t act like you’re above this.” Ayden's breath hitched. “I’m not—” “You are. But right now, you’re mine.” Fingers tangled in Ayden’s silk shirt, dragging it open. His pale skin flushed under moonlight, chest heaving. Luca’s lips brushed down his collarbone, slow, teasing. Ayden grabbed his wrist. “If you’re going to play, play right.” A smirk curled on Luca’s lips. “Then show me your rules.” And Ayden did — on the bed, on the mirror, under the stars.

“Let me lick it clean,” said Xie Daiyu as he looked at Ruan Chanchan’s wound. Hearing his suggestion, Ruan Chanchan paused and looked at the mer in shock. She pursed her lips and said to him, “You are kidding me. Aren’t you?” “Why do you think I am joking?” The mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan gritted her teeth and said, “Because the wound is not somewhere you can just lick me.” “What's the matter?” Xie Daiyu asked with an innocent expression, even though his lips were about to curl in a smirk. “You are a beast woman, and I am a beast mer… this is nothing.” He pushed Ruan Chanchan down on the ground, his fingers skimming against her inner thigh. “It will be over in a matter of seconds.” Like hell it did! She ended up becoming the mother of his child. ** “This is not how you are supposed to do it.” With a frown, Rong Xian stared at her. The mer was usually silent, but today he was unusually chatty. Ruan Chanchan rolled her eyes while peering out of a boulder. She was staring at the sea while trying to look for the prince of the Basilosauruses. Her eyes kept flickering as she said to the mer behind her, “I need to talk with the prince, no matter what.” “Oh, and what do you want to talk to him about?” “Just about the salt trade.” “And what are you going to offer him in return?” the mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan frowned at his question. She turned to look at him before saying, “What can I offer? At most, we can discuss some kind of cooperation.” Rong Xian licked his lips as he moved forward. He caught hold of the woman and turned her around as he pressed her against the boulder. “I don’t know about cooperation, but we can discuss copulation. What do you say, Miss Ruan? Do you want this prince to give you a litter of little basilosauruses?” ** “You need to put more strength into it,” said Liang Feng. His brows were furrowed as he looked at the weak woman who was trying to pull the fang out of her arm. Ruan Chanchan frowned and scowled at the mer. She said to him, “Do you think that it's so easy?! Why don’t you do it if you think that it's that easy?” The mer sighed and crouched down. He reached out and caught Ruan Chanchan’s arm in his hands and, without waiting for the woman to say anything else, he pulled the fang out of her arm. “AHHH—urk!” Ruan Chanchan’s scream came to a sudden halt when the mer fed her a piece of flame fruit, which was sweet and delicious. “Feeling alright?” Liang Feng asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan nodded, and the mer smiled. “Good girl.” ** Kaboom! “You have to be kidding me!” That's how Ruan Chanchan felt after landing in a prehistoric world where not only did a gender other than men and women exist, but on top of that, these people could turn into beastmen! The second she arrived, Ruan Chanchan was almost squashed to death — but somehow she managed to escape. Don’t ask her how she did it; Ruan Chanchan still had some ptsd due to that incident. But if that was not bad enough, the world where she landed was also about to end. Great. Let the world know that Ruan Chanchan had offended some great immortal somewhere. Now, if she wanted to survive, then not only did she have to teach these beastmen how to farm, cook and clean themselves—You don’t want to get her started on how dirty these beastmen could be without knowing how to clean their hands and shower every day. And raw meat—yuck. Easy? Not! Not only did she transmigrate into the body of a fool, but she also ended up becoming the only beast woman who had no beast form. With a broken beast nucleus, Ruan Chanchan couldn’t find a single person who would willingly trust her. Fortunately, she had a supermarket system with her. Watch her use cotton balls and antiseptic ointments to stop the minor bleeding of the beastmen and use common antiparasitic medications to save a dying beast cub.

When Rian stepped into the house, the silence was louder than any scream. Darian stood still, a blade in hand, and at their feet—what once was family, now severed limbs. No words left his lips. Only tears welled up, trembling in his gaze. And Darian, with a voice like a fading prayer, said: “All of this… was for you.”

A literal ‘red flag’ in a world that sees her as a threat. Excerpt: “You shouldn’t be here,” Zenon growled, his voice low, eyes dark with conflict as he leaned away. Elira looked up at him, lips parted and swollen. “Then why did you kiss me?” “I couldn’t resist you.” His arms tightened around her waist instead of letting go. “Then don’t,” she said, without breaking the gaze. “Remember, you asked for it.” Zenon’s eyes darkened with desire as his lips found the perfect spot on her neck. --- Elira Shaw was never meant to shine. Born an omega to a once-respected Beta bloodline, she’s lived as a ghost in her uncle's home, the acting Beta of the Ashfang Pack. After her parents' mysterious deaths when she was thirteen, Elira became little more than a servant to her aunt and cousin, Regina, the flawless Luna-to-be, groomed to marry one of the Alpha's sons. With no rank, no power, and no name worth remembering, Elira has long accepted her fate. But her fate transforms on her 18th birthday — the night of the grand mating ceremony. Not one, but the wolves of all three of Alpha Cyprus Ashford’s sons recognize her as their mate. The pack erupts into chaos. Regina's engagement plans crumble in fury. And Elira, the despised orphan, is suddenly the most important wolf alive.

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!

On the day of her wedding, Selene catches her fiancé in bed with her best friend. Humiliated by their betrayal and their cruel body-shaming.She makes one reckless decision: sleep with a stranger and walk away. Five years later, she’s a confident single mother with nothing to prove….until her new job brings her face-to-face with her new CEO… the same man from that night. Nikolas Darkos. Billionaire. Cold. Magnetic. And now offering her a six-month marriage contract—a golden opportunity for revenge against those who once broke her. But there’s one thing he doesn’t know: Their one-night stand of passion resulted in a son. Can Selene keep her son a secret for six months? Or risk losing everything? And what happens when the fake tension between them turns into something dangerously real? ******************* “I don’t believe you, Selene King.” His face now barely few inches away from hers as his lips brushed against the tip of her nose. Very bone in her body tensed. Tucking her lower lips under her teeth as she bit down to stop a groan from escaping her lips. Resting his hand on the wall,he leaned closer,“Well, congratulations. Girlfriend you just became my wife.” The words dropped from his lips like a bomb exploding in Selene’s head. “What do you mea—” But,Before she could finish her sentence, his lips crashed on hers, pulling her into a deep hungry kiss.

“We’re friends,” I said, voice barely steady. Aaron’s lips curled, slow and cruel. “No, we’re not.” “Friendship’s too pure for this.” His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him. “Do friends kiss like this?” He kissed me. Hard. Possessive. “Or grab each other like this?” A squeeze to my ass. A gasp. “Or think filthy little thoughts?” His breath burned against my ear. “Touch themselves to it?” My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me. “Stop lying, Venus.” His voice was a growl. “I feel it. Every time I’m near you.” I whispered, “But you don’t even like me.” His smile was pure sin. “I don’t have to like you to fuck you.” Then the offer: “Let’s get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth.” He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger. “Say the word, princess.” A whisper against my lips— “I’ll ruin you.” And God help me… I wanted him to. --------- Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He’s ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She’s resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved. But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction. In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead?

[COMPLETED STORY] Running from her past, Nivritti joins a new job in South Korea as a Script Coordinator in K&Q Media Company. She works for a successful K-pop boyband. On her first day, she is kissed by the leader of that boy band. The problem is, she is five years older than him. Will that kiss grow into a relationship or will be forgotten by both of them? ***** She tried to pull her wrists, but she failed. She looked at him and again tried to pull her hands but in vain. “Yes, you do. You have been licking your lips since you started talking. I think it’s an unconscious gesture that you don’t know about,” informed Kyung-Soo. “Will you please let go of my hands?” she pulled again but Kyung-Soo tightened his grip. Without hearing her he continued, “and by distracting, I mean that I really want to hear what you have to say but because of your lips all I can think of is this... He pulled her wrists pulling her close to him, moved one of his hands on her waist and another one on the back of her neck and softly placed his lips on hers and kissed her.

Lilith was born with forbidden magic, a power feared and condemned in her village. She hid it for years, but when her secret is exposed, she is betrayed by her family and sentenced to burn. Just as the flames rise, Prince Hades of Valyron known as the "Shadow of Death" saves her, driven by curiosity. Hades, cursed for over three centuries, hides his torment behind cruelty. As Lilith sees past his darkness and vows to help him break the curse, their bond deepens into something undeniable. But in a world where magic is both a gift and a curse, will her light free him, or will their love lead to their destruction? EXCERPT Lilith barely breathed as Hades emerged from the shadows of her chamber, his presence wrapping around her like night itself. She should move. She should run. But she didn’t want to. He reached for her, his fingers trailing along her bottom lip—slow, deliberate. She shivered, not from fear, but from him. Lilith swallowed, her pulse a traitorous drumbeat. “Please… let me touch you, Hades.” A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Dangerous little thing.” His thumb lingered at the corner of her mouth, as if memorizing its shape. He whispered, tilting her chin up as his lips hovered near hers—so close she could feel his breath. “You will destroy me, little witch,” he murmured, his voice thick with something raw. “And yet… I can’t let you go.” His gaze burned into hers as he added, “I would let you drag me to hell if that’s what you desired.”

This book is a Sequel to "Paige: Diary of a lost Teen" by sarah_ofomola "What kind of man loves someone like me?" I questioned that evening the gushing sound of waves was the relaxing sea flooding my senses. I've always wanted to be here, alone with him on the beach sand. "I was not only abused, I was dirty. I was angry and I hated you." I confessed. "How come you stayed?" Salt water seeped through my lips souring up my mouth. My heart melted. "I don't deserve you!" " I love you!" I said, and as usual the winds brought his response back to me. I'm Adediwura, Toluwanile and this is my Story...

"I, Alpha Kian Blackthorn, reject you, Aria Vale, as my mate and Luna." His words sliced through me like a blade.bI stood there, in front of the entire pack, dressed in the ceremonial gown my mother picked out waiting for the man the Moon Goddess had chosen for me to claim me as his mate. But instead… he humiliated me. I froze. For a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe. My mother’s eyes locked with mine from the crowd, silently pleading with me to stay quiet, to not make a scene. But I couldn’t let him have the last word. "I, Aria Vale, accept your rejection, Alpha Kian." The words tasted like ash. The gasps from the crowd barely registered in my ears as I turned and walked away before anyone could stop me before anyone saw the test hidden inside my purse. The one I took that very morning. Positive. Two lines that changed everything. Banished from my pack, disgraced, and alone, I disappeared carrying more than just heartbreak with me. Nine months later, Alpha Kian finds me again. Only this time, I'm no longer the broken girl he cast aside. And he’s not ready for the truth I’ve been hiding.

BOOK 2 of the book series Allure Of The Dark BOOK 1: The Devil's Warrior Queen _________________ Emerging from the darkness with a predatory grace, he blocked her path with a smirk that sent shivers down her spine. His lips curled into a devilish grin as he watched her struggle, relishing in the thrill of the hunt. With a gentle yet firm grip, his hands curled around her small waist as he pulled her close, his touch sending a wave of electricity skittering down her spine. She gasped as she felt his icy touch, her breath catching in her throat as she realized the futility of her efforts to escape. "You cannot run from me, sweet angel." Lucian purred, his voice dripping with honeyed promises and wicked intent. "You are mine to claim, body and soul." Dabria trembled as she met his gaze, the intensity of his silver eyes burning into her very core. There was a hunger there, primal and insatiable, that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins despite her fear. As Lucian drew closer, his presence enveloped her like a cloak of darkness, suffusing her senses with a heady mixture of desire and dread. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, sending shivers of anticipation down her spine as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from her own. In that moment, Dabria was powerless to resist him, her will crumbling beneath the weight of his seductive charm. She closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the inevitable as Lucian claimed her with a kiss that ignited a firestorm of passion within her soul. ------------

"A contracted marriage might be the real key this time, Dear father-in-law." I whispered into his ears with a smirk while he suddenly moved me to his front and slammed his lips on mine. My eyes widened in shock as I contemplated if that was a yes. Forced into an arranged marriage, Paula never expected to actually fall in love but then experienced the greatest betrayal of her life by one of the two people she trusted the most. Pregnant, broken and murdered, she swore revenge and pleaded for a second chance at life. This time she was going to hit them where it hurts and it was going to begin with her ex-mate's father or so she thought.

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." He stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."

Once upon a time, a tale known in many forms… A Pale princess of a kingdom far away, whose lips were red as blood and skin white as snow. However, one tale of such has never been told. Maria Blanca was a sweet and kind princess but was forgotten by everyone. She is a fascinating maiden whose beauty reflects the edelweiss flower of her kingdom—and such beauty was envied by her aunt, and now her kingdom’s queen, Aunt Gertrude. The pale princess suffered pain but never forgot the power of grace and kindness. There is also mystery, death, and somewhat involves a bright red apple.

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

Amelia Smith , A 28 years old simple , beautiful woman and the owner of a restaurant who always craved love of a Man her entire life . Dylan Walker , A 34 years old Mafia Man , cold for the one's who deserves but not so cold for his loved ones or for THAT one girl . What happens when Dylan's man mistook Amelia as someone else and kept her captivated for weeks . Will Dylan leave her alone after finding out the truth or he has some other plans. -------------------------------------------------- "I can't do this anymore, Mia. Let me kiss you, please Mia." He begged while caressing my cheek . "I want to have to have my first kiss only with you Mia , please". I closed my eyes breathing heavily but I couldn't move. "I'm sorry , Mia. It's okay if you don't" I didn't let him complete and put my lips on his. We stayed like this for some seconds then he started sucking my bottom lip and I started doing the same . He entered my mouth and our tounge started fighting for dominance. The soothing sound of the rain and our drenched body made our first kiss even more memorable.

Only five students sat inside. Curiosity in their eyes, silence on their lips. The classroom door opened. Two people entered — one was the teacher, the other was a boy who made Ha-rin’s heart skip a beat

In my dying moment, I realized I was an extra in a novel with just one line. Resurrected, I resolved to survive before worrying about the original story. Destined to be the villain’s cruel madness, my medicine against it… His blue eyes sparkled fiercely. “Wish to die?” ‘No, I want to live.’ On the brink of collapse, I wrapped my trembling hands around the man’s neck. “Haah…” Insanity. His breath felt exhilarating. Is it perverse to find his breath refreshing? Wiping the drool off my lips, I gazed up at him dazedly. His madness overflowing, his handsome appearance belied his impending doom as the villain. Perfect. Just stick around and return home… But life never goes as planned. When did the once ice-cold man start to change, shedding his iron walls to become temptingly wicked? “Shall we get engaged?” He lifted my hand, kissing it deeply. “Why, why are you doing this?” “Where do you think you’re going without me?” He tilted his head slightly, flashing a sly smile. My face reddened, and his lips curled mischievously. Aren’t you an extra too? Why act like the male lead! I only needed the madness as a cure, but now I’m entangled with the villain, destined to vanish before the original story begins.

Dirt-poor in the real world, Kassidy dies in the dumbest way possible-crushed by a vending machine during a snack run. Instead of peace, she wakes up in a chaotic, game-like fantasy world... as a Mage with zero useful spells but one overpowered perk: infinite gold. No combat skills, no prophecy, no world-saving pressure-just her, a bottomless coin purse, and a personal quest to indulge in every ridiculous luxury this world has to offer. Why be a hero when you can be a very rich nobody? Updates: Weekly

She was an abandoned princess right from birth, set to be betrothed to her father's friend son. He was the second prince of the Northern Empire. He was to marry her as a condition for the peace treaty signed by the Northern and Western Empire. He wrapped his hand around her pulling her to himself.She could feel his hot breath on her head and the heat emanating from his body. His free hand held her chin moving her head upwards to looking at him. There was mischief along with something she could not comprehend or dare to comprehend dancing in his dark orbs. " I've missed you my love" he said. Love, what love she thought. I know that I told him to help me but not to this extent as he leaned closer to her and he pressed his hot lips to her lips enveloping it in a hot kiss

Max Draconia finds himself with an Ultimate System at his Awakening. He sets on an journey to be at the top, However, The Ultimate System is a bit weird [System Quests] 1. Beat the gangsters 2. Give an old lady her stolen purse. 3. Donate 10,000 Dollars to charity' 4. 5.. "Oh, Shut up. Can't you give me some other good quests" [Quest Recommendation] {Slay an Devil} Y/N "I say, Tone it down a bit" [The system is helping the host]

At day, he is the respectful, charming and simple Duke of Belmont. At night, he is a ruthless and deadly vampire, a threat to the society. And, pretty but, naive Ember Hall, had managed to capture his heart. However, she was unaware of the doom that accompanied capturing the heart of the Duke Dallas. For all she knew, he was the charming, respectful Duke. But, oh how was she so wrong! He was the total opposite of everything he feigned to be. Dallas is danger. He breathes danger. Speaks danger. Every word from his lips is a promise of danger. And, when the weary sun retires into the depth of the sky at night, immediately replaced by the bright moon, Dallas eyes blares a daring red, his teeth grows it fangs and ruthlessly, he devours like a starving predator. And, he won't stop until he is soaked in blood. ~ And, dead in the eyes, he looked at me. “Yes, I'm the devil. I thirst for blood and no matter how much you run, I will always find you. You can't escape me, Ember. I'm yours, forever. Till death do us path.” He whispered, brushing a kiss on her quivering lips.

"I don't care what they say... I don't care who he is. You're still mine." He looked softly into her eyes and leaned in slowly, she shut her eyes as their lips met. His kiss was soft, he sucked gently on one lip after another with a beautiful rhythm. But something was wrong. Kaelen kept popping into her head... the excitement and weakness her body felt, his woody scent, they were all she could think about. She tried to return Ronan's energy but she felt...nothing. She pulled back slowly with an apologetic look"I should get packing" she said quietly.

The new book, "The Arrogant and Cute Princess: Your Highness is so Cunning" has been published -- back then, she was innocent and naive, doing everything she could, hoping that he would notice her. Later on, in her anger and embarrassment, she snapped: "Chen Yiran, take your hands off me. Do you think I’m still that ignorant young girl?" With a devilish smile, he leaned in to seal her lips with his and whispered: "Hmm... you've long since become an innocent woman."

Her silky hair covered her eyes and I only saw her lips. That was so soft and smooth. She applied light peach coloured lipstick. That made her lips perfect...

At the heart of this story is a serendipitous encounter that sets the stage for a romance that defies the ordinary. Our protagonists, bound by fate and a series of delightful coincidences, find themselves drawn to each other in ways they never imagined. The air between them crackles with an electric energy, as if the universe itself conspires to bring their lips together in that most cherished of gestures-a kiss. As their journey unfolds, the characters navigate the delicate dance of courtship, with all its tender moments and unspoken desires. Each interaction is imbued with a sense of longing, as they inch closer to the inevitable moment when their hearts will collide. The anticipation is palpable, building with each shared smile and lingering touch. In "Trap a Kiss," love is portrayed as both an art and a science-a beautiful blend of emotion and chemistry that transcends logic. The story captures the essence of that first kiss, where time seems to stand still and the world fades away, leaving only the sensation of lips meeting in perfect harmony.