Chapter 40 Not About Feelings
Song Ni was no match for Tan Zheng. She was forced to tilt her head back to endure his punishing kiss. Her nose was filled with Tan Zheng’s scent, an intoxicating blend of aggressive male hormones, and a smoky aroma that was both medicinal and milky, addictive. Song Ni’s jaw ached. Tan Zheng’s hands were large, easily encompassing her chin. His palms were burning hot, sending waves of numbness through her body. She couldn’t help but reach up and grab his hand, unsure if she wanted to push him away or lean on him for support. She could even feel the throbbing veins on the back of his hand, a powerful, vibrant, sexy pulse. She felt like a parched fish, yearning for the rain, and involuntarily leaned closer, her movements unconsciously seductive.
Tan Zheng paused, lifting his eyelids to gaze deeply at Song Ni. Her peach blossom eyes were moist, reflecting his image. The corners of her eyes were upturned, alluring and full of charm, like a Persian cat with captivating eyes. Whether it was the excitement of returning to racing after many years, or because he found Song Ni so bold and provocative, intending to teach her a lesson, he couldn’t say. But Song Ni became flustered, and he, too, found himself unable to discern the meaning of the kiss. Tan Zheng lowered his gaze, choosing to ignore the inexplicable emotion, and followed Song Ni’s lead, kissing her deeper and more forcefully. He only released her when she was struggling to breathe. He raised his hand, touching her lips, which he had just bitten, breaking the skin. His rough fingers were stained red with blood, his eyes dark.
Song Ni raised her misty eyes to look at the man before her. It wasn’t just her who was aroused; Tan Zheng’s usually indifferent eyes were also clouded with desire. Song Ni thought she guessed correctly: Tan Zheng’s lung capacity was indeed excellent. Kissing him was incredibly satisfying. Even though she had never experienced anything like it and was in a passive state, she deeply understood what a kiss, a deep kiss, was. Her heart pounded wildly, and Song Ni flusteredly averted her gaze. Tan Zheng was too sexy like this. Her throat was dry, but the pain on her lips told her she couldn’t kiss this man deeply again.
Seeing her rare shyness and panic, Tan Zheng let out a low chuckle from his chest and asked in a husky voice, “First kiss?” As he spoke, he continued to caress Song Ni’s lips, as if to wipe away every drop of blood that appeared. Song Ni’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she denied, “No.” Tan Zheng chuckled again, not sure if he believed her. He withdrew his hand and lit a cigarette. “That was a kiss just now, not like a little cat just biting and finishing.” Song Ni’s ear tips were so red they looked like they would bleed, but she still retorted stubbornly, “I know, your technique isn’t that great either.”
Tan Zheng took a deep drag, squinting through the smoke at Song Ni. Accustomed to her stubborn temper, he didn’t argue. He merely said somewhat provocatively, “Want to practice more?” Song Ni glared at him. “Who wants to practice with you!” She said, harshly wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She was too rough, and the wound that had just stopped bleeding split open a little more. The bright red dripped onto her pale skin. Tan Zheng’s eyes darkened again. Only at this moment did Song Ni realize how alluring she was, how captivating, without even knowing it. But it was precisely this unconscious charm that could stir the deepest beast within a man. Tan Zheng raised his hand and wiped the blood from her lips again. “Don’t touch it anymore,” his voice rasped like a broken speaker in the dead of night.
Song Ni considered for only a moment before unhesitatingly biting Tan Zheng’s finger, without loosening her grip. But the man remained impassive, not even frowning. Song Ni released his finger. She pursed her lips, tasting the blood, and couldn’t help but frown and complain, “Haven’t you ever kissed before? You’re so rough when you kiss.” Song Ni had originally wanted to use a different word, as this man kissed so fiercely, as if he wanted to devour her. But having already suffered the consequences of her boldness, she didn’t intend to provoke Tan Zheng further at this moment. Tan Zheng glanced at her and said nothing more. In the time it took them to kiss, everyone else had already reached the mountain peak, and had even been waiting for the two of them for quite some time.
Tan Zheng opened the car door and got out. Sheng Jiang immediately came over. “Brother Tan, you’re too much, leaving us so far behind.” Tan Zheng’s brow furrowed, and he seized the opportunity to admonish them. “I haven’t touched a car in five years, and you can’t even see my taillights. It seems your training hasn’t been enough.” Sheng Jiang immediately covered his face and wailed. “You’re the pervert! How could we possibly catch up to you! You’re the God of Tan!” The god of talent who once inspired awe and respect in all racers in the Chinese racing world, the pinnacle of skill whose every race attracted the attention of the entire racing community. How dare they even dream of catching up? Ding Jing also stepped forward. He was second, only behind Tan Zheng, but the gap between them was simply too vast. Let alone five years, if he didn’t touch a car for two months, he would become rusty. But Tan Zheng hadn’t. Racing seemed to be ingrained in his very bones. “Brother Tan, you were born for this track,” he said with a hint of regret. Tan Zheng’s eyelids flickered, then he hooked his lips. His eyes held every emotion, except regret.
Song Ni finally got out of the car. After several minutes of effort, she still hadn’t found a way to conceal the mark on her lips. She was already fair-skinned, and the vivid red on her lips made her appearance even more radiant and beautiful. Tan Zheng turned his head to look at her and, just as he had at the foot of the mountain, reached out his hand to her. Song Ni didn’t want to embarrass him, so she obediently stepped forward. As he withdrew his hand, she placed her hand in his palm, then intertwined her fingers with his, holding on tightly. The man raised his eyebrows, looking at their clasped hands. Was she still angry with him just now, only to be fine again so quickly? Before he could tease her, he felt a cool, soft touch on the back of his hand. Song Ni was stroking his hand. Tan Zheng: … He had forgotten, Song Ni seemed to really like his hands. Tan Zheng subtly tightened his grip. “Who’s the more lecherous one, hmm? Little lecher.” The man’s grip was strong, and Song Ni couldn’t move at all, let alone touch his hand any more. “Let go.” Tan Zheng’s lips curved into a smile, but the strength in his hand didn’t lessen. Song Ni: … “It hurts.” Song Ni said, her expression unreadable and her words nonsensical. Tan Zheng didn’t believe her, but Song Ni’s eyes were truly pitiable, and he loosened his grip. Song Ni seized the opportunity to pull her hand away, even taking the chance to stroke the back of Tan Zheng’s hand again. Tan Zheng: … A little one with a lecherous heart but no lecherous courage. When Lu Fang and the others arrived, they saw the scene of the two flirting while holding hands. Qin Yang, with sharp eyes, noticed Song Ni’s ‘flirting’ and the bite marks on her lips. She stepped forward and pulled Song Ni aside, examining her closely. “This scumbag kissed you too fiercely.” Scumbag… Qin Yang tugged at her lips, feeling a little embarrassed by Song Ni’s choice of words. “Your relationship with God Tan is developing quite rapidly.” Song Ni shook her head. “No, we’re just innocently lecherous.” Qin Yang: …?? Qin Yang: Does lechery require such a fierce kiss? Song Ni: If it’s not kissed this fiercely, how can it be called lecherous? ? ?
(End of this chapter)