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"I might not come back, and my wife will run off with someone else." Su Anrong's tone was icy, his face clearly showing that he was not pleased.
"Whose wife is running off with someone?"
Classmate Garlic Paste was getting upset for no reason, and I was surprised to see him so haughty when angry. His eyes sparkled with fury as he glared at me but refused to speak further.
This was a bit strange; I hadn't offended him, had I? Perhaps something unhappy happened at work today.
I hurriedly sat down beside him. "Garlic Paste, did your boss's wife run off with someone?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt the murderous intent in his gaze. I quickly shut my mouth; it seemed that he was genuinely worried I might run off too, just like he feared for himself.
I racked my brain trying to think of how to comfort him, so I said, "Our Son has quite a good network; he can summon people with just a call. It's surprising that even in a small place like your back mountain, he knows some ghosts."
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Garlic Boy, are you really focusing on the right point?
"I can't let you meet Qiao Lianjiu alone anymore. If he can't take you away, he'll beat you up."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Do you think everyone is like you two? Ready to beat someone up at the drop of a hat?"
"We're just trying to protect you. Alright, it seems like this is your first offense, so I'll show mercy and forgive you." Su Anrong capped the alcohol bottle and packed away the first aid kit.
He then grabbed my hand and leaned down, preparing to kiss my wound.
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? Your mouth is full of poison!" I tried to pull my hand back, but he held it firmly and stubbornly kissed my wound.
A cool, gentle kiss traveled across my injury, and an indescribable sense of comfort spread throughout my body.
When he finally lifted his head, I was completely stunned.
The area he had just kissed showed no trace of the wound; it had healed on its own.
"Wow, is this for real? You have such a magical ability?" This was no different from being a deity.
"Now you know how much better I am than Qiao Lianjiu. From now on, you should kiss me more often. My kisses not only enhance beauty but can also cure all ailments."
"Do you think you're some kind of ginseng doll?"
"If you don't believe me, you can try." He crossed his arms confidently.
"Can it really enhance beauty?" I felt a bit tempted. If kissing him could make me beautiful instead of taking Beauty Serum, it might be worth it.
"Of course! I told you I wouldn't lie to you."
I started to feel eager, blushing as I beckoned him closer with my finger. "Then bring your face over here."
"That's the mouth," he corrected with a smile.
I clenched my fists, steeling myself. "Then you bring your mouth closer."
So, Su Anrong happily leaned in, and before I could second-guess myself, I quickly kissed him. A faint fragrance wafted up; perhaps this really would have an effect.
Just as I was getting lost in thought, I felt something wet and slippery on my lips. To my surprise, he had even stuck his tongue out.
I widened my eyes in shock, wanting to pull away, but he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into his embrace. A passionate kiss swept over me, making me feel like my mouth was a pacifier covered in candy, and he was the child sucking on it.
I felt like he was going to swallow me whole.
I pushed against him with all my might, struggling, but his low voice came through the kiss. "Only a French kiss has beauty benefits. Do you want to give up halfway?"
I had only been momentarily bewitched to believe his words before; it would be ridiculous to trust him now.
But no matter how much I pushed, my body felt as if it were embedded in his, unable to move. Even my mouth was filled with his aggressively probing tongue.
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