Chapter 60: Eighteen kisses for Tangtang, then when do you plan to marry…

The young woman standing in front of the bed stiffened, her ear tips burning uncontrollably. She gently sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Meng Jun hiding under her blanket. “Jiujiu, come out first.”

The weather was getting hotter now, and even with just a thin blanket, it was easy to sweat.

Li Ruantang patiently coaxed the spoiled young man.

There was only a small gap in the lifted thin blanket. Meng Jun poked out his nose tip to breathe, “I won’t!” Seeming to know Li Ruantang was about to say something, the young man pouted, “We slept together in Hu Village anyway, so it’s not improper.”

Li Ruantang reached out and pinched his nose tip, holding back a laugh, “But at that time, we had a husband-wife relationship.”

Although it was Meng Jun who had lied, Li Ruantang didn’t blame him at all. If not for that, how would this silly young man have clung to her again?

“Then…” The young man revealed half his face, his eyes sparkling like they held the night stars. His cheeks were red, like blooming peach blossoms in full glory, but his clear voice lowered, “Then you…”

He mumbled incoherently.

Li Ruantang didn’t hear clearly and was about to ask again when Meng Jun hesitantly beckoned her with his finger. As the young woman leaned down, she seemed to cast a shadow.

In the darkness, it was most suitable to do some… Meng Jun lightly coughed a few times. With his chin slightly raised, his pursed thin lips landed precisely on her cheek.

Smack—

Her previously normal complexion suddenly reddened. Li Ruantang hurriedly stood up, turning her back to Meng Jun who was grinning happily, “Jiujiu.”

“Hmm?” His tone was cheerful, obviously in a good mood.

The burning on her face was like a raging fire. Li Ruantang steadied herself, barely suppressing those slightly improper thoughts, and said softly, “I am a woman.”

Her hint was subtle and indirect.

The young man sat up uncomprehendingly, hugging the thin blanket and moving closer to the edge of the bed. His handsome face slowly pressed against her shoulder, those beautiful phoenix eyes narrowing. His hand探ed out from behind, accurately pinching the bun he had bitten in his dream.

Whew, so soft!

Meng Jun secretly grinned, “I know.”

He kneaded it again mischievously before saying seriously, “Like here, Tangtang has it, but I don’t.”

Li Ruantang’s body stiffened, her hand grasping his wrist. Yet she didn’t know what to say. Judging from the young man’s self-created term “kissing” earlier, he surely didn’t understand how intimate this action was.

She turned her face slightly, deciding to explain more clearly, “Men and women should be separate, so Jiujiu can’t—”

The fingertips that were originally grasping his wrist were led by the playful young man, all the way down, resting on his waist through the soft silk undergarment.

The young man snuggled bit by bit into Li Ruantang’s arms, very earnestly pressing against the corner of her lips, asking in a muffled voice, “Can’t what?”

“Can’t, mmph—”

Just as Li Ruantang opened her mouth, her lips and tongue were immediately captured.

The young man who pressed against her seemed like a traveler who hadn’t drunk water for days in the desert, finally discovering an oasis. His heart became greedy, racking his brains to carefully savor this water source.

He pressed for a while, then gently nibbled. Before long, he had colored those cherry lips, making them red and moist, like luscious cherries.

The young man stared blankly for a moment, and Li Ruantang also looked at him with lowered eyes. Those apricot eyes were like a deep spring, the sweet breath like wind blowing over sparks, instantly flushing her cheeks pink.

“Tangtang.” He held his breath, staring eagerly at the moistened red lips, “I’ve been drinking my medicine properly these past few days.”

“Hmm?” Li Ruantang paused, suddenly remembering that joke she had added back then.

Her earlobes were already red, but the young man circling her neck didn’t notice at all. He sat up, pressing against her earlobe, and whispered, “Although the medicine is very bitter, when I think of the kisses Tangtang promised, I… I drank it all up cleanly.”

He lowered his head, the loose hair at his temples lightly brushing Li Ruantang’s chin, “One time is two kisses, so counting these past few days, Tangtang still owes me eighteen.”

The moonlight shone clear and bright, casting a hazy glow through the half-open gossamer window. Outside, the faint sound of night watchmen could be heard.

But Li Ruantang heard none of it. It was as if a troupe of gong and drum players had moved into her ears, the drumming sound like the New Year’s festivities, tireless.

The tip of her straight nose had already formed a thin layer of sweat. She pursed her lips, looking into Meng Jun’s clear, expectant eyes.

“Tangtang!” The young man immediately became alert, looking very upset as he drooped the corners of his mouth, “You’re not going to go back on your word, are you?”

Meng Jun lowered his eyes pitifully, timidly repeating with hesitation, “That medicine is really bitter.”

Li Ruantang naturally knew how bitter this medicine was. Earlier when detoxifying, she had been drinking this bitterness daily.

“Jiu, Jiujiu.” She stammered as she spoke, “Eighteen kisses might be…”

“Eh? You really are going back on your word!” The young man wouldn’t have it. He covered his face sadly while secretly peeking at Li Ruantang’s expression through the gaps between his fingers.

“I’m not going back on my word.” The flustered young woman quickly pulled him into her arms, “I’m just afraid—”

She sighed softly, her chin resting on Meng Jun’s soft black hair, “Afraid I won’t be able to control myself.”

The young man didn’t understand anything. As a woman, how could she not know the dangers involved?

Now that the Golden Elixir case was about to conclude, although she had mentioned the marriage between their two families to Master Meng, they had not yet formally visited.

This was the young man she had held in her heart since childhood. Li Ruantang did not want to be impulsive with him in any way. Following proper etiquette was the way to respect and love him.

As she thought this, Meng Jun curled up in her arms and secretly frowned. No good, Sang Shen had said that for women like Li Ruantang, one must seduce them to bind them tightly to oneself.

The young man pretended to be troubled for a while, then suddenly put on an expression of sudden realization, hurriedly hugging her shoulders and saying in a low voice, “Since Tangtang is afraid of losing control and hurting me, why not tie your hands and feet to the bedpost with rope?”

“Don’t worry Tangtang, we’ll just kiss eighteen times. After we’re done, I’ll obediently go back home.”

Li Ruantang: “…”

She was stunned for a moment, feeling that something had gone off track. But how could Meng Jun give her time to think it through? He resolutely pressed her down onto the soft pillow, his slender fingers finding his own belt, very seriously tying a dead knot on the bedpost that bound her hands.