Yang Feilong looked at Luo Wenwen, who was flushed and nestled in his arms, and felt utterly speechless. What a Luo Wenwen!
He only now realized that Luo Wenwen's tactic was to advance by retreating. She used the issue of address to 'threaten' him into submission, then seized the opportunity to make her demands. Knowing he would agree to her request to escape the awkward address, she used the simple phrase "kiss me" to achieve what only lovers do – a kiss.
What was she doing? Trying to tempt him with her charm? Leaving her mark on him?
Luo Wenwen thought she was brave, and in fact, she was incredibly courageous to kiss her Fei Long Gege, and in such a near-forced manner!
Her heart was racing. Losing her first kiss wasn't a big deal to her, as she had long wanted to give it to her Fei Long Gege.
But no matter how much she had imagined it, she had never pictured it happening this way!
Still, the feeling of that kiss was wonderful!
It was exquisite. The only regret was that her Fei Long Gege wasn't as enthusiastic as she'd read in books, where partners were described as entwined and intertwined. Instead, it felt like she advanced and he retreated. Her opponent employed a circling and evasive tactic. Of course, despite many evasions, he was still caught many times. After all, the mouth was only so big, and her attack was so fierce. Her Fei Long Gege often found himself cornered, forced to respond.
But his response was timid, leaving her with a touch of resentment.
Still, she was content!
Because after all, her dream had come true: she had kissed the Fei Long Gege she deeply loved.
In truth, even now, she hadn't given up on her Fei Long Gege. At least, until she found someone to replace him, she simply couldn't forget him.
"Are all young girls these days so cunning?" Yang Feilong wondered inwardly, feeling helpless.
First his sister, then Xiao Jingwen, and now Luo Wenwen. They were all eighteen or nineteen, and none had dated before, yet their skills in this area left him, an 'old hand,' flustered and often falling into their traps. This made Yang Feilong question if he was truly bad at relationships.
Upon reflection, it seemed he really wasn't good at it.
Luo Yujiao had sacrificed herself to save him. It was their first time, and Yang Feilong liked Luo Yujiao, so he couldn't refuse. She then became his first girlfriend. Following that, Han Yun. He initially seemed attracted to her beauty and personality, but somehow, step by step, from colleague, to fake boyfriend, she became his woman? Thinking back, it felt rather inexplicable. It seemed he hadn't used any particular techniques.
Then came Lou Yimo. This, to be honest, was also 'plotted' by Luo Yujiao. Coupled with Lou Yimo's initiative, he ended up pushing her away. It seemed he hadn't used any tricks here either.
Li Yufei. This one might have involved a little strategy, but on closer inspection, she confessed first. After learning he had multiple girlfriends, she backed down. After many events, he confessed? And she agreed?
This, it seemed, also didn't involve much strategy!
Continuing to ponder, Yang Feilong found himself in a daze, realizing he was either being manipulated or was on his way to being manipulated.
Even Mo Yihan, with whom he had recently established a relationship, seemed to have manipulated him. If it weren't for the 'warming-up drink' she had prepared, perhaps those subsequent events wouldn't have happened. She might still be her friend's best friend, not her girlfriend, and even Han Yun had a hand in it.
"Am I dating for nothing?" Yang Feilong fell into deep thought.
"Fei Long Gege, what are you thinking about?" Luo Wenwen asked, suppressing her shyness and looking at the bewildered Yang Feilong, her heart filled with anxiety. She worried that she had truly angered her Fei Long Gege.
"Nothing!" Yang Feilong shook his head with a wry smile.
The only comfort was that Luo Wenwen was a woman of her word. Indeed, she no longer called him 'Dad.' Although that address was a little bit stimulating, it felt too awkward, too embarrassing, too bewildering!
Fortunately, there were no outsiders present, otherwise, Yang Feilong's toes would have been embarrassed enough to excavate a luxury villa.
"Are you angry?" Luo Wenwen blinked her eyes.
"What do you think?" Yang Feilong rolled his eyes impatiently.
"But I wasn't wrong to call you that," Luo Wenwen said innocently, her voice pitiful.
Yang Feilong: "......"
Alright, he couldn't refute that!
If you're dating someone's mother, is it wrong for them to call you Dad? Come to think of it, it was quite a clever move! But for Yang Feilong, it was truly inappropriate. Why? Because Yang Feilong was only a few months older than her.
At this moment, Yang Feilong remembered that Luo Yujiao and the others were likely waiting anxiously. Without speaking to Luo Wenwen, he dialed Luo Yujiao's number.
"Hello, how is it?" Luo Yujiao's anxious voice sounded.
"It's fine!" Yang Feilong said softly to comfort her. "Wenwen is with me now."
"Can I speak to Wenwen?" Luo Yujiao asked after a moment's hesitation.
Yang Feilong then handed the phone to Luo Wenwen.
"Mom, I'm fine, don't worry," Luo Wenwen said softly.
"If you truly like your Fei Long Gege, Mom can step aside," Luo Yujiao said somewhat seriously.
Luo Wenwen: "......"
Yang Feilong: "......"
Yang Feilong's face showed anger, and as he prepared to snatch the phone to lecture Luo Yujiao, Luo Wenwen spoke: "Mom, what are you doing? I like Fei Long Gege as a sister likes an older brother."
Yang Feilong lowered his hand.
Luo Yujiao asked suspiciously, "Really?"
"Of course, it's true. I even called him Dad just now," Luo Wenwen giggled.
Yang Feilong: "......"
Luo Yujiao: "......"
Luo Yujiao's voice was full of embarrassment. "Well, is it really appropriate for you to call him Dad? He's only a few months older than you, not even a full year."
"Mom, aren't you less than ten years older than me?" Luo Wenwen retorted.
Luo Wenwen: "......"
Luo Yujiao: "......"
Alright, hearing this, she thought Luo Wenwen had come to her senses and breathed a sigh of relief. "Then you two should come back soon!"
"Um, I'd like to borrow your man, that is, my Dad, for a few hours," Luo Wenwen said shyly.
Luo Yujiao: "?"
Yang Feilong: "......"
"I just want to talk to him, don't worry," Luo Wenwen comforted with a mischievous smile.
"Well, it depends on his wishes. I'll hang up now," Luo Yujiao also felt the conversation was incredibly awkward and decided to let Yang Feilong make his own decision.
"Mhmm, okay!" Luo Wenwen nodded and hung up the phone, then looked at Yang Feilong.
"If you're not going back right away, what do you want to do?" Yang Feilong took back his phone, looking at Luo Wenwen warily, unsure what mischief the suddenly quirky Luo Wenwen was planning.
"Want to," Luo Wenwen said, lowering her head and blushing.
"?" Yang Feilong was stunned for a moment, then his lips trembled with anger: "......."
That single word "want to" was incredibly profound. At first, he didn't react. Then, after a moment's thought, he understood, and his body trembled with anger. Who said pretty and innocent-looking girls couldn't drive? Yang Feilong couldn't even see the exhaust fumes from the speed of this car.