Aran poked out her lips. Enoch took out the ice and rubbed it gently on them.
“It’s too cold,” Aran complained quietly.
“Just endure it a little.”
Unlike usual, Aran complained and Enoch soothed her, but neither of them recognized the fact.
The weather was not that hot, but the ice melted away quickly. Enoch’s fingertips brushed against her chilled lips. Aran, who was numb by the ice, did not know, but Enoch bent his fingers in amazement.
The thought of melting her cold lips with his own body temperature popped up without warning. The moment he thought so, Enoch almost spilled the cup. It seemed to be his brain, not the ice which had melted away. This was no different from the contemptuous Claude. He turned his head around and stepped away from Aran and held the cup out to her.
“Now do it yourself.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Aran silently accepted the cup. Enoch glanced at the princess applying ice to her lips. Seeing her wet lips open, he kept thinking strange things. He eventually stormed out of there under the pretext of work.
It was somehow strange. This wasn’t so good for him or the princess.
Especially for him.
He hated things that weren’t rational or reasonable. His most contemptible human image was of those who were swayed by emotion and ruined things.
Enoch thought he was pretty smart, and that was somewhat right. But he was a young man who had only seen eighteen springs. He was arrogant enough to underestimate his feelings.
***
Unfortunately, Enoch didn’t know that once he opened his eyes to his desire, he could never go back.
Aran lifted her big eyes and looked up at him. Her heart heated when she saw herself reflected in his eyes.
Enoch wiped the saliva around the princess’ mouth with his fingers. The swelling of her lips had now completely subsided and they have long been restored to their original shape. His experience taught him how to kiss Aran’s lips without making her lips swell.
In the past few months, the two would kiss several times under the high walls of the imperial palace, in the corner of the old library, among the lavender colonies in the garden.
Aran curled her lips up. Ignorant of the effect of her little action, Enoch felt the urge to kiss again. He pulled Aran’s back, not withholding his temptation.
After realizing his intention, Aran kindly closed her eyes and opened her lips. Once again, their lips were tightly interlocked.
“Ah…”
Enoch naturally clasped her neck firmly against the back of his hand and let out a small groan. The princess’ hands, which clung to his back, went down and dug under the hem of his shirt.
Enoch took a deep breath when her cool fingers touched his bare skin. The princess boldly put her hand under the shirt and patted him on the waist and back.
Enoch kept his lips open and took off his shirt to make it easier for her to touch his body. Some b*ttons were torn and rolled on the floor in haste, but neither of them cared. The heat boiled up whenever her little cool hands brushed his skin slowly and gently. The long kiss made Aran’s neck ache. Enoch lifted her and carefully laid her down on the bed.
“Ha, Enoch…”
Aran called Enoch’s name with a sigh. When he heard her soft voice, blood rushed to his down area like an erupting volcano. His little friend swelled through his trousers. Aran felt it because their legs were intertwined.