Love You Till the End Chapter 1137 - 1146: It’s Just a Kiss, It Has Nothing to Do with Your Aunt

"You were the one who consumed it." Qin Shaobai flashed a roguish grin and withdrew the fork, continuing to slice the steak for Qi Jingren. In her presence, he perpetually displayed this demeanor—either playfully teasing her or attending to her every need, even the act of feeding her.

After Qi Jingren received her portion of steak, Qin Shaobai brazenly leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and quipped, "Considering the effort I’ve invested, shouldn’t you offer a token of reciprocation?"

"Certainly." Qi Jingren rose from her seat, gathered the plate, and proceeded toward the kitchen. As she moved, she declared, "To acknowledge your diligence, I shall manage the cleanup for you."

Qin Shaobai trailed her into the kitchen. Just as she approached the stove, he swiftly closed the distance between them. Encircling her waist with his arms from behind, he rested his chin upon her shoulder, inclining his head to admire her profile. "How could I permit you to engage in such strenuous labor?"

Qi Jingren cast a nonchalant glance in his direction and responded, "Then you shall undertake the task."

With those words, she placed the plate she was holding onto a surface and gently disengaged his arms from her waist, maneuvering him away from her.

"I intend to watch television."

As Qi Jingren turned to exit the kitchen, Qin Shaobai seized her hand, drawing her firmly into his embrace.

"Hey,..."

Before Qi Jingren could complete her utterance, she found herself pressed against a kitchen corner, her back against the cool wall as he leaned into her.

Qi Jingren tilted her head upwards to meet his gaze, her composure unshaken. "Qin Shaobai, you aren’t contemplating declaring a desire to kiss me right here, are you?"

"Hmm, your conjecture is accurate." Qin Shaobai had long suppressed this impulse, awaiting the opportune moment. Though the kitchen hardly exuded romance, proximity to the one he cherished transformed any locale into a sanctified space.

"However, my aunt is present." Qi Jingren stated matter-of-factly.

"It’s merely a kiss; it bears no relation to your aunt." As an experienced suitor, Qin Shaobai possessed a keen understanding of such 'aunt' related circumlocutions.

"In what manner does it not?" Qi Jingren countered, "Like dry tinder encountering flame, it is difficult to avoid an inevitable conflagration. A kiss is a minor affair, but if it precipitates an all-consuming inferno due to our inability to exercise restraint, that would be most regrettable."

"Qi Jingren." Qin Shaobai’s eyes narrowed slightly as his long fingers tapped lightly against her forehead. "What precisely resides within this vessel?"

"You." Qi Jingren replied with unvarnished honesty.

Qin Shaobai arched an eyebrow at her response. "How did it come to pass that I found myself drawn to a tomboy such as yourself?"

Qi Jingren tilted her head back slightly, her gaze leveling directly with his. "And how did I end up captivated by a brute like you?"

Qin Shaobai: "..."

Qi Jingren remained his sole and ultimate adversary, for he perpetually found himself at a loss regarding the methods required to subdue her.

"Are we engaging in this kiss, or shall I depart?" Qi Jingren inquired, her tone expectant. "If the former is not your intention, then release me."

Qin Shaobai regarded her with profound intensity before, without further preamble, pressing his lips to hers. In a manner both simple and direct, he parted her lips and teeth, asserting his presence within.

Qi Jingren raised her hands, entwining them around his neck, closing her eyes, and returning his ardor.

While Qi Jingren lacked extensive practical experience in the art of kissing, her tenure in the demanding environment of the nightclub had exposed her to a myriad of interactions and provided ample opportunities to glean various techniques from diverse individuals, ensuring her movements were far from unpracticed.