Chapter 262 - The Greatest Gift (1/2)

On matters like this, she was used to being the active party.

Thus, she stared bravely at him head on and said in determined voice.

”You will be my first, and I will get your first. Remember that.” After she said this, she turned around to hide her red face. She felt that her head was about to let out steam from embarrassment.

Linfeng's laugh stopped. Eh? What did she say again?

'You will be my first and I will get your first?'

His Young Miss was always direct. There was even a time when she said to him directly, 'I can't get enough of you', which really shocked him to the core.

So, this 'first' she was talking about could only be...

Linfeng instantly turned red. His cheeks were burning.

How could his innocent Young Miss say those things? Who influenced her? Did she read it off a novel?

...But was it not usually the man's line?

”...”

His thoughts ran wildly. He shook his head to clear up his mind, but her words echoed in his mind. His gaze grew hotter as he looked at her slender back.

'Young Miss wants me to be her first...'

Then he turned red again.

Argh! How could they continue conversing like this?!

He began to recite scriptures in his mind to calm himself. Amitabha.

There was an awkward silence as the two young people hidden in the corner tried to calm their pounding hearts with Buddhist scriptures, although they were not Buddhist believers. The scriptures were truly effective in calming the mind.

”Ahem. Young Miss... No. Zhi'er,” Linfeng softly called after a while.

Xiong Zhi calmly turned around to face him. The blushing face was gone.

Linfeng felt a hint of regret. Ah. How he wished he could see it more.

'You'll be my first...'

Amitabha.

Linfeng struggled to calm his mind that started to run wild again. He raised his hand that was holding the necklace.

”How did you recharge it?” Xiong Zhi asked preemptively in curiosity.

He looked into her eyes as he answered. ”Like this.”

Then, he slowly kissed the crescent moon necklace. His deep eyes never left her.

Xiong Zhi sucked in her breath. Blood rushed to her cheeks once more.

She felt like... It was her being kissed instead of the necklace.

With his lips pressed against the necklace, Linfeng suddenly recited an ancient poem in Old English.

”May thee giveth strength to mine own young misseth,

”May thee provideth warmth in lonely nights,

”May thee standeth as me and guideth h'r at each moment,

”F'r yond is thy mission until I cometh again.”