Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 331 - : Hitting is Affection, Scolding is Love
Chapter 331: Chapter 331: Hitting is Affection, Scolding is Love
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Purple Summers was almost out of breath.
Her mind went blank as she was kissed, losing her ability to think, like a drowning person unconsciously tightening their grip around the neck of the person in front of them.
The air inside her lungs was gradually drained, while at the same time, ignited sparks teased every nerve and cell.
Alexander Summers kissed her deeply, satisfyingly.
After it ended, Purple’s cheeks were flushed, like a peach-colored sunset, and her small lips were even redder and more tender. She breathed slightly, enchantingly captivating.
Alexander was overwhelmed with love as his emotions stirred, hugging her tightly and kissing her forehead, whispering hoarsely, “Purple, I truly love you.”
I truly love you.
The love had seeped into his bones, almost like an instinct similar to eating and sleeping, as if he could no longer live without it, and without it, he wouldn’t be himself anymore.
Alexander even wondered if she had put a spell on him. Otherwise, why was he so entranced whenever they were together, just like those scholars who encountered enchanting demons in the middle of the night and drowned in their tender affections?
His confession made Purple’s face turn even redder.
She was alarmed and afraid, feeling as if she was about to fall into an unknown abyss, and yet deep down, she couldn’t help but feel secretly delighted.
Purple thought: Maybe I’m not a good woman.
While she was confused, Alexander had already pulled her up from the snow, leaning their foreheads against each other, intimately asking, “Purple, why don’t you love me when I love you like this?”
When he said this, there was no questioning tone in his voice, just a warm and ambiguous whisper, like flirtation, like teasing.
But Purple seriously replied to him, “Do you know what love is? You don’t understand at all.”
Alexander laughed, “How do I not understand? When I see you, I just want you! I want to love you deeply!”
Anger rose on Purple’s face as she raised her hand to hit him, “You’re so vulgar!”
With gloves and a thick coat protecting him, hitting Alexander didn’t hurt at all, which made Purple even angrier.
Alexander shamelessly said, “Purple, hitting means affection, scolding means love. You hit and scold me, so you must really love me, right?”
Purple was angry and pushed him away, bending down to scoop up a handful of snow and throwing it at him. However, as her clothes were so heavy, she accidentally used too much force and fell back into the snow.
Alexander laughed heartily, showing no mercy.
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Furious, Purple picked up a large chunk of snow and forcefully threw it at Alexander. He ran away, and she chased after him. The two of them played chase in the snow, breaking into a sweat.
She never stood a chance against him. Throwing snowballs couldn’t hit him, attempting to hit him didn’t reach, and even if she did manage to catch up to him, it would only result in him seizing the opportunity to touch and kiss her, taking every advantage.
Purple, leaning on her knees and panting, gave up on playing.
He was too shameless. Playing with him meant losing— it wasn’t worth it.
Alexander came over to coax her, “I’ll buy you some candied hawthorn to eat.”
On Christmas night, everyone was celebrating, and even in the early hours of the morning, there were still many snack carts around the square. Alexander really did buy a string of candied hawthorn to bring back.
Purple, who had been playing with him for quite some time, was tired and hungry, so she didn’t hesitate to accept it and start eating.
“Is it good?” Alexander stroked her head, thinking her appearance, with her wide and fluffy down jacket just revealing a small face, seemed exceptionally childlike.
Purple nodded and untied her scarf, feeling sweaty and uncomfortable beneath her clothes.
“I’m thirsty,” Purple said.
Alexander turned around to buy some water.
By the time he returned with a piping hot cup of sweet sugarcane water, Purple had only one candied hawthorn left on her skewer.
Alexander handed her the sugarcane water and asked with a smile, “Didn’t save any for me?”
Purple, enjoying her food, waved her little hand and replied, “Go buy it yourself.”
“You little ingrate.” Alexander poked her forehead, then suddenly leaned down and snatched half of the last candied hawthorn from Purple’s mouth without warning.
