Chap 7
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"Ngoc! Luu! Uyen!" I forced his name through clenched teeth and shouted at him with all the strength I had left.
"You're insane!" I truly wanted to cry, but there were no more tears.
A burning pain flared in my right shoulder.
That damned flower thief actually carved a character into my shoulder!
It hurt so bad—did he not know that?
This is not how you tattoo someone!
At the very least, he could've given me some anesthetic!
He used his slender, pale fingers to gently rub the wound on my right shoulder, nodded with satisfaction, and cheerfully declared, "Lac Nhi, from this moment on, you are my woman! This is my exclusive mark!"
My teeth chattered from the pain, my lips pale, my already weak body growing even colder.
I had no strength left to fight back. All I could do was glare at him with as much anger and resentment as I could muster.
His pale, fragrant fingers moved to my bloodless lips, gently rubbing them a few times. A tender light appeared in his eyes. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
Ridiculous! If not, why don’t you lie down here and let me slice your shoulder a few times—see if it hurts!
He leaned in closer beside me.
The gentleness in his eyes shifted into a faint smile. He tapped my nose and said softly, “Pain. That way, Lac Nhi will remember me and never forget.”
Again with this?
Why should I remember you?
I wanted to say something back to him, but the moment I opened my mouth, his lips were already on mine—cool and sweet, soft like cotton candy.
I was shocked—again!
He really was a flower thief.
He kissed me without warning, catching me completely off guard.
Didn’t he just say I was too smelly today for him to kiss me?
So much for keeping promises.
His slick tongue parted my teeth and slipped into my mouth.
He held onto my tongue, l*****g it gently as I trembled and tingled.
I tasted a hint of bitterness under my tongue.
Then a pill rolled down my throat as he pulled away.
It was a brief kiss, but… it lingered endlessly.
“Was it bitter?” he asked me with a smile.
Still stunned from having my first kiss—something I’d guarded for over twenty years—suddenly stolen, I stared blankly at the wickedly handsome man in front of me.
My mouth still tingled with the sweetness he left behind. I muttered dumbly, “Not bitter.”
He smiled in satisfaction, glanced at his “masterpiece” on my right shoulder, gave me a flirtatious look, then stood up and flew away.
Yes, he flew away!
His wide green cloak fluttered behind him like the wings of a giant butterfly—he truly lived up to the name Ngoc Ho Diep (Jade Butterfly).
His voice drifted from afar: “Go three miles west and you'll reach your destination!”
My face burned, my mouth still full of his taste—even between my teeth.
If you were going to give me medicine, just give it—why use your mouth?
I never thought that someone as shameless as me would one day blush from being suddenly kissed.
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