Our Glamorous Time( A Vsoo adaptation novel by Ding Mo)

Chapter 35(Blue Belt Lad)

Taehyung expertly parked the car while she “confessed.” Instead of saying anything, he turned his head and stared at her quietly.

How does he feel? Jealous? Angry?

Jisoo thought she’d already told him everything. However, the bafflingly complex look on his face and his hands, which gripped the steering, wheel made her feel like she was feather-plucking a tiger—dangerous but exciting.

“I’m leaving now. See you on Monday.” She unfastened her seat belt and reached for the doorknob.

Suddenly she felt her arm being pulled. Just when she realized what was happening, he had already leaned toward her and put his lips on hers.

This was a completely different kiss from last time.

Stronger, deeper and more aggressive.

Jisoo’s heart raced rapidly—she felt numb because her tongue and lips had completely surrendered. Taehyung trapped her in the chair with his arms and body, putting one of his hands on her waist and pressing her body against his chest, rendering her unable to lean away; his other hand held her head. Her entire body was trapped in his, and she couldn’t move whatsoever.

His face rubbed against her cheeks. She could even feel his tall nose pressed against her face. His breath gushed out on her cheeks and eyes. She could feel the light scent of oolong tea from his mouth while his tongue chased hers, leaving her no choice but to be completely intimate with him.

After kissing him for a while, Jisoo slowly lifted her hands and pressed them against his chest, gently grabbing his shirt.

The kiss lasted for a long time.

Three minutes? Five minutes? Maybe even ten minutes?

He didn’t move his face away until Jisoo’s lips felt sore. He stared at her with his beautiful brooding eyes. There seemed to be an undercurrent within their depths.

Jisoo flushed, her hands still on his chest. She didn’t say anything, and he still held her waist.

“Don’t you have a secret deal with my brother,” she said in a low voice, “that you won’t make a move on me in the short term? You don’t think that counts?”

She sounded more coquettish than questioning.

Taehyung watched her blushing face and murmured, “Today’s an exception.”

“Why?”

“If you can tolerate him talking to you like that, can you tolerate me making an exception?”

Jisoo was dazed. The corners of her lips curved. She didn’t expect the hand on her wait to forcefully pull her forward again. Taehyung lowered his head and kissed her once again.

This time, Jisoo wasn’t as unprepared. She closed her eyes when his lips covered hers, her body slightly trembling.

And this time, his kiss was smooth and calm; the aftertaste reminded her of appeasement. After the kiss, he moved away from her.

“Go back home,” he said, “or I can’t guarantee whether I’ll make you stay in my car or not.”

He spoke calmly, but Jisoo’s heart skipped a beat. She sensed that he was not joking, so she hurriedly opened the door. When she realized what he’d just said, she flushed again.

Make you stay in my car—that’s wild.

Taehyung also got out. Afternoon sunlight shined down on the car and their faces. He stood by the car door with his hand in his pockets, watching her go upstairs.