Elevator Kiss of Passion

"Alright!" Lu Yichen mischievously let go of her hand, and Xia Yuwei suddenly felt herself plummeting downward. For a split second, she was convinced she was going to fall right out of the elevator. "Ah!" she screamed, flinging her arms around his neck, clinging to him with her whole body.

That unintentional, sudden press of her soft form awakened the passion that Lu Yichen had kept hidden. He pushed her back against the elevator wall, one hand gripping her waist, the other cradling the back of her head. Without a trace of hesitation, he lowered his head and captured her tender, cherry lips, kissing her wildly. His burning tongue pressed insistently between her lips, demanding more of her sweetness.

“No—” She tried to protest, mortified, wanting to remind him that this was a glass elevator and anyone on the street could witness their bold display. But he silenced her even more domineeringly, sealing her lips with his own, his hot, slick tongue seizing the moment to slip into her mouth, chasing after her delicate, trembling tongue, expertly biting and teasing her lips.

“Mm…” Helplessly, she endured his overwhelming ardor, unable to escape, her throat emitting a soft, vulnerable sigh. His fevered palm caressed her back, igniting little fires wherever he touched. Her arms locked around his neck, and their embrace was more passionate and intimate than words could describe.

She was still as sweet and tempting as ever, fragrant and delicious, her unconscious enthusiasm making him want to devour her whole. The kiss grew more intoxicating, and after eight years of restraint, he was determined to reclaim everything he’d missed.

A bell chimed—the elevator had arrived at the first floor.

Weakly, Xia Yuwei tried to resist, her fists thumping against Lu Yichen’s chest to remind him they’d reached their stop and could hardly keep up this passionate display. Yet Lu Yichen seemed not to hear, continuing his delicious feast.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a crowd waiting to go up, all staring in shock at the passionate scene before them.

“Young people these days…” An old lady frowned and shook her head.

“Wow, that’s so cool! I hope my boyfriend treats me like that one day…” A teenage girl gazed up at Lu Yichen, her hands clasped over her lips, stars in her eyes, pink heart-shaped bubbles all but floating around her head.

“You little rascal, stop learning all these silly things!” her mother scolded, delivering a swift smack to the girl’s head. The girl’s adoration instantly melted into a pout, and she protested, “If you don’t want me to look, why are you staring too?”—which earned her another smack. She pursed her lips, on the verge of tears.

The elevator doors opened and closed again. At last, Xia Yuwei, cheeks burning, could bear it no longer. She shoved Lu Yichen away, glaring at him with her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes, silently scolding him.

Lu Yichen only grinned wickedly, wrapping an arm around her as if nobody else existed, and strode out of the elevator. To the crowd still watching, he tossed back, “What are you looking at? Never seen a husband and wife being affectionate?”

His words sent a cold sweat trickling down Xia Yuwei’s back. She didn’t dare lift her head, shrinking into his embrace like a quail as he led her away.