Favorite of the Beast-world: I Got Rich Through Farming-Chapter 275 - 184: Possessiveness and the Troubles of Having Too Many Men

Whenever the weather turned cold, Ling Hong always liked to take her out, and he made a point of choosing times when Gu Yin wasn’t around.

’What was he up to?’

’It went without saying.’

The corners of An Jin’s lips curved. Pretending she hadn’t noticed his little scheme, she leaned most of her body against him, savoring the searing warmth of his chest. She narrowed her eyes in comfort. "I love leaning against you most whenever winter comes. It’s like cuddling up to a huge furnace—so wonderfully warm."

She slipped her hand into his palm, shamelessly drawing in his warmth.

Feeling the sudden softness in his palm, Ling Hong’s heart skipped a beat. He glanced down at their joined hands before his gaze shifted, coming to rest gently on her face.

She wore a thick, plush cloak, but it still couldn’t ward off the biting chill. Her cheeks were flushed, the tip of her nose was red, and she shivered visibly, curled up in his embrace as her breath fogged in the air.

"...Is it only in the winter?"

Ling Hong easily enveloped both of her small hands within his palm, his other arm still holding her tightly. His gaze on her face was calm, but his voice was several tones lower.

His eyelashes fluttered as he pressed his lips into a firm line, unable to ignore the ache of disappointment in his heart.

’No, I’m not greedy. Just a little of her warmth is enough. Even though I only receive the most affection from her in the winter... that’s enough.’

’I’m not greedy...’

’Just a little is enough.’

When An Jin looked up, she saw his forlorn expression. He looked like... a little puppy waiting to be coddled?

A pair of snow-white wolf ears drooped low against his silver-white hair. He tried to pull her even tighter, as if to draw a little more warmth from her.

It was less that she was using him for warmth, and more that he was seeking it from her.

"Of course not," An Jin replied without hesitation. "I like you, Ling Hong, not just when it’s cold in the winter. I like you every single moment."

He looked so pitiful, like a love-starved puppy. Her maternal instincts flared, and she felt a pang of both affection and heartache.

Rising slightly onto her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gently pressed her cool, crimson lips to his soft, feverish ones.

’Every single moment...’

Ling Hong’s eyes darkened. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his heart pounded like a war drum. The sadness that had been running rampant in his heart was effortlessly melted away by her words.

Faced with his beloved’s bold advance, he could no longer hold back. He lowered his head and gently suckled at her cool, fragrant lips.

He melted the tiny snowflakes that had landed on her lips as their bodies pressed together without a sliver of space between them, transferring his own warmth to her.

An Jin’s body quickly grew warm. Though snowflakes danced all around them, she felt as if she were being seared by a furnace. "Okay, okay, stop... stop..."

She was becoming breathless from the kiss, but she couldn’t stop the engrossed Ling Hong. He threaded his hands into her thick, soft hair, which flowed like seaweed, and held her head as he kissed her with wild abandon.

Ordinarily, An Jin relied more on Gu Yin. Ling Hong would always watch silently from the sidelines, his face an impassive mask, never revealing his own sorrow and longing.

Because he believed she preferred Gu Yin, he never dared to make any grand romantic gestures. He only dared to gather the scraps of her affection left in Gu Yin’s wake, and over time, he had seemingly grown used to it.

But now, hearing from her own lips that she liked him too... Ling Hong’s perpetually tranquil heart was instantly set ablaze, and he could no longer suppress the love and desire he had held back for so long.

He wanted to kiss her until he’d had his fill. He wanted it so, so badly.

And so, he pulled her completely into his embrace, kissing her as he backed her up against a nearby tree trunk.

His toned arms, his broad chest, the powerful line of his waist... Even through the thin layers of their clothing, An Jin could feel the alluring tension and power radiating from the man’s firm muscles.

"Alright, alright, that’s really enough! I can’t breathe if this keeps up..." An Jin pushed at him, her brows furrowed. Her voice was already strained and breathless.

’Ling Hong really was the epitome of all strength and no skill. Though the kiss was passionate, it was like a little puppy gnawing on a bone—all he knew was how to bite and lick relentlessly.’

Ling Hong finally brought himself to release her. His gaze, still blazing with heat, lingered on her glistening, crimson lips. They looked like vibrant flowers kissed by the morning’s first dewdrop, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to give them another quick lick.

’Even more like a puppy now.’

An Jin was torn between laughter and tears. Only when the arm around her waist finally loosened was she able to get her feet back on the ground.