The Fifteenth Cup of Coffee Part 3
Yun Xian returned to the hotel alone and waited in his room for about an hour.
During this time, he tried to send a message to Jiang Ying countless times, but he forced himself to hold it in.
When he heard the door knock, he almost ran to open the door.
When the door was opened, the first thing he saw was a large bunch of roses. Delicate red petals were still adorned with dew, and the sweet fragrance drifted everywhere.
Jiang Ying held the bouquet of roses and gasped as she explained, “The entire night before we came to Shanghai, I was thinking about how I should confess to you. Shen Xuan said that if you like me, then it doesn’t matter what I say. If you don’t like me, then it’s useless to keep supporting this1. So I finally decided to just cheesily buy you a bunch of roses.”
There was silence for a while. Yun Xian took the bouquet of flowers from Jiang Ying’s arms and put it on the counter. Then he pulled her into an embrace and shut the door.
Jiang Ying was pressed against the wall by him. The cold ceramic tiles were behind her and his warm chest was in front of her, which was stimulating.
Yun Xian’s lips moved closer to her but did not make the next move. He lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice, “Do you want to be with me?”
Her breathing that had just recovered began to quicken again. Jiang Ying went forward and kissed his lips. She declared seriously and firmly, “Yes.”
Yun Xian’s heart was empty for a moment. Then, he put his arms around her waist, pressed forward a bit, and lowered his head to deepen the kiss.
Their lips intertwined. Their breathing became shallow as they embraced and went deeper.Yun Xian licked Jiang Ying’s lower lip, as if he was trying to entice her. Jiang Ying’s lips were easily pried open, and his soft tongue gently invaded. He led as she entered an aroused state of mind.
It felt like there was a tingling feeling running down her back, and a numb feeling flowed through her. Jiang Ying could only hold Yun Xian’s neck tightly to prevent her legs from becoming soft and being unable to stand.
She didn’t know how long they kissed. Jiang Ying only felt dizzy. Her feet were stepping on a cotton cloud. She had lost her sense of reality.
Yun Xian raised his hand. He stroked her flushed cheek, then her moist lips with his thumb. His voice was hoarse, “We really did start it with a kiss.”
The air conditioner was turned on in the room, but Jiang Ying’s forehead was covered with a layer of sweat. Her breath had become hot. “Can you not mention this?”
Yun Xian smiled. He held her hand with one hand and took the roses with the other. He took her further in. “Follow me.”
There are two gift boxes on the coffee table in the living room. Yun Xian put the roses on the armchair and pointed to the two boxes. He said, “It’s for you.”
Jiang Ying raised an eyebrow. She knelt down on the carpet and began to open the two gift boxes.
The first box contains Hermes’s Un Jardin Sur Le Nil. It was a classic citrus scent. It was sweet and slightly tart, surrounded by fresh grass and trees. It was like a plump orange hanging on the branches of a tree by the river.
She opened the lid and sprayed a pump on her wrist. Then she sniffed it.
Yun Xian took her arm to one side and asked her, “Do you like it?”
Jiang Ying nodded. “I like it.”
“Look at the other one.”
Jiang Ying went on to open the second box. To her surprise, the second box also contained a bottle of perfume—Tom Ford’s controversial Lost Cherry. Some people describe it as the sweetness from a red cherry on a cake with icing, while others said its smell was full of passion, like a cup of warm cherry wine during winter.
It had notes of warm Turkish Rose, the sweetness of black cherries, and the animosity of bitter almonds. It made a person insatiable. It was a very seductive fragrance.
Jiang Ying put the two bottles of perfumes on the table and asked Yun Xian, “Why did you buy two bottles?”
Yun Xian put down his folded arms. He got up and walked over to her. “They felt like you when I picked them, so I bought both.”
Jiang Ying raised her eyebrow and put the two bottles of perfume into the boxes again.
The night was deep and the night wind had dispersed the clouds. The stars flickered above the branches, and the scarlet fantasies of humans were ready to move in the vast universe.
“I like both of these bottles, but among all perfumes, I like Loewe 0012.”
After saying that, Jiang Ying looked at Yun Xian and realized that his expression was somewhat complicated.
She leaned back slightly. “I’m not suggesting anything to you.”
“What I said just now wasn’t sarcastic!”
The author has something to say:
I always feel like this chapter will be censored…
tarararawr’s rararamblings: I would like these perfumes too considering they all cost more than $100 for a full size bottle.
The Fifteenth Cup of Coffee Part 3
Yun Xian returned to the hotel alone and waited in his room for about an hour.
During this time, he tried to send a message to Jiang Ying countless times, but he forced himself to hold it in.
When he heard the door knock, he almost ran to open the door.
When the door was opened, the first thing he saw was a large bunch of roses. Delicate red petals were still adorned with dew, and the sweet fragrance drifted everywhere.
Jiang Ying held the bouquet of roses and gasped as she explained, “The entire night before we came to Shanghai, I was thinking about how I should confess to you. Shen Xuan said that if you like me, then it doesn’t matter what I say. If you don’t like me, then it’s useless to keep supporting this1. So I finally decided to just cheesily buy you a bunch of roses.”
There was silence for a while. Yun Xian took the bouquet of flowers from Jiang Ying’s arms and put it on the counter. Then he pulled her into an embrace and shut the door.
Jiang Ying was pressed against the wall by him. The cold ceramic tiles were behind her and his warm chest was in front of her, which was stimulating.
Yun Xian’s lips moved closer to her but did not make the next move. He lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice, “Do you want to be with me?”
Her breathing that had just recovered began to quicken again. Jiang Ying went forward and kissed his lips. She declared seriously and firmly, “Yes.”
Yun Xian’s heart was empty for a moment. Then, he put his arms around her waist, pressed forward a bit, and lowered his head to deepen the kiss.
Their lips intertwined. Their breathing became shallow as they embraced and went deeper.Yun Xian licked Jiang Ying’s lower lip, as if he was trying to entice her. Jiang Ying’s lips were easily pried open, and his soft tongue gently invaded. He led as she entered an aroused state of mind.
It felt like there was a tingling feeling running down her back, and a numb feeling flowed through her. Jiang Ying could only hold Yun Xian’s neck tightly to prevent her legs from becoming soft and being unable to stand.
She didn’t know how long they kissed. Jiang Ying only felt dizzy. Her feet were stepping on a cotton cloud. She had lost her sense of reality.
Yun Xian raised his hand. He stroked her flushed cheek, then her moist lips with his thumb. His voice was hoarse, “We really did start it with a kiss.”
The air conditioner was turned on in the room, but Jiang Ying’s forehead was covered with a layer of sweat. Her breath had become hot. “Can you not mention this?”
Yun Xian smiled. He held her hand with one hand and took the roses with the other. He took her further in. “Follow me.”
There are two gift boxes on the coffee table in the living room. Yun Xian put the roses on the armchair and pointed to the two boxes. He said, “It’s for you.”
Jiang Ying raised an eyebrow. She knelt down on the carpet and began to open the two gift boxes.
The first box contains Hermes’s Un Jardin Sur Le Nil. It was a classic citrus scent. It was sweet and slightly tart, surrounded by fresh grass and trees. It was like a plump orange hanging on the branches of a tree by the river.
She opened the lid and sprayed a pump on her wrist. Then she sniffed it.
Yun Xian took her arm to one side and asked her, “Do you like it?”
Jiang Ying nodded. “I like it.”
“Look at the other one.”
Jiang Ying went on to open the second box. To her surprise, the second box also contained a bottle of perfume—Tom Ford’s controversial Lost Cherry. Some people describe it as the sweetness from a red cherry on a cake with icing, while others said its smell was full of passion, like a cup of warm cherry wine during winter.
It had notes of warm Turkish Rose, the sweetness of black cherries, and the animosity of bitter almonds. It made a person insatiable. It was a very seductive fragrance.
Jiang Ying put the two bottles of perfumes on the table and asked Yun Xian, “Why did you buy two bottles?”
Yun Xian put down his folded arms. He got up and walked over to her. “They felt like you when I picked them, so I bought both.”
Jiang Ying raised her eyebrow and put the two bottles of perfume into the boxes again.
The night was deep and the night wind had dispersed the clouds. The stars flickered above the branches, and the scarlet fantasies of humans were ready to move in the vast universe.
“I like both of these bottles, but among all perfumes, I like Loewe 0012.”
After saying that, Jiang Ying looked at Yun Xian and realized that his expression was somewhat complicated.
She leaned back slightly. “I’m not suggesting anything to you.”
“What I said just now wasn’t sarcastic!”
The author has something to say:
I always feel like this chapter will be censored…
tarararawr’s rararamblings: I would like these perfumes too considering they all cost more than $100 for a full size bottle.
