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the unexpected kiss, a heart that begins to flutter

作者：刘尚佳

不要放词用不到可以当备用标签本月行业报告披露重大进展

48万字| 连载| 2026-05-29 02:32:04 更新

The first time I met that so-called "school tyrant," it was a complete disaster. The air in the library was filled with the scent of old paper and dust, and I was searching for a reference book in the farthest corner of the shelves, completely unaware of the impending collision. The moment I turned around, I bumped into a solid chest. Books scattered at my feet, and before I could even see the person's face clearly, a low, magnetic, yet unquestionably arrogant voice sounded above my head: "Watch where you're going." I looked up. Under the soft light filtering through the window, his features were sharp and handsome, with a pair of deep, dark eyes that seemed to pull you in, yet carried an innate sense of detachment. He was the legendary "school tyrant," Gu Yichen, the heir of the Gu Group, the object of admiration and secret admiration for countless girls on campus, and also the one who, according to rumors, had a terrible temper and was best left alone. I quickly apologized, bent down to pick up the books, my heart pounding, hoping this little episode would end quickly. But he didn't move, just stood there looking down at me, his gaze somewhat thoughtful. I hurriedly picked up my books and slipped away, thinking we would never cross paths again. Fate, however, always enjoys playing tricks. A few days later, at a charity ball organized by the school, as a volunteer, I was responsible for serving drinks. Wearing an ill-fitting uniform and holding a tray, I carefully navigated through the crowd. The ballroom was brightly lit, filled with the laughter of well-dressed students. I spotted him from a distance—Gu Yichen, dressed in a tailored black suit, standing under the crystal chandelier, surrounded by people, yet still exuding an aura of aloofness that set him apart. I deliberately avoided that area, but as I was returning to the kitchen, I was suddenly pulled by someone and stumbled into a shadowy corner behind a heavy curtain. Before I could cry out, a hand covered my mouth. The familiar scent of cedarwood filled the air around me. It was him. "Don't make a sound," his voice was low, carrying a hint of impatience, "I'm avoiding someone." I nodded stiffly, my mind blank. The space behind the curtain was narrow, and we were almost pressed against each other. I could clearly hear his steady heartbeat and feel the warmth radiating from his body. Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Outside the curtain were the sounds of music and conversation, while inside was an awkward and ambiguous silence. Just as I thought the "danger" had passed and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, footsteps and conversation suddenly approached from outside the curtain. "Where did Young Master Gu go?" "I just saw him here." The person outside seemed to be looking for him. Gu Yichen's body tensed slightly, and he instinctively pulled me closer. Our faces were almost touching. In the dim light, I could see the fine contours of his face and the flicker of complexity in his eyes. Perhaps it was to prevent me from making a sound at the critical moment, or perhaps it was an impulse born of the tense atmosphere—his face suddenly lowered. A soft, cool sensation touched my lips. My mind exploded with a roar. My first kiss! My first kiss, which I had imagined countless times in my daydreams, should have been given under a romantic sunset or by a quiet lake, to the gentle boy I liked... but now, it was taken so abruptly, so unreasonably, in this chaotic corner, by this arrogant and domineering "school tyrant"! He quickly pulled away, his expression still unreadable, but his ears seemed to turn slightly red. The people outside finally left. He let go of me, straightened his suit, and without looking at me, said in a low voice, "Sorry." Then, he lifted the curtain and walked away, leaving me standing there in a daze, touching my still-tingling lips, feeling both wronged and angry. From that day on, everything changed. I kept replaying that scene in my mind, filled with resentment towards him. I wanted to find him and demand an explanation, but I didn't have the courage. Strangely, he began to appear frequently in my line of sight. Sometimes in the cafeteria, sometimes on the path to the library, our eyes would accidentally meet, and he would quickly look away, but I could no longer ignore the unusual atmosphere. One afternoon, he actually stopped me in the secluded grove behind the teaching building. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. He looked a bit awkward, not as imposing as before, and after a moment of silence, he said, "About that day... I was out of line." I stared at him, the grievances of the past few days finally bursting out: "Out of line? That was my first kiss! Do you know what a first kiss means? How can you just take it like that?" My voice grew louder, and tears welled up in my eyes without me realizing it. He was visibly startled, probably never expecting such a strong reaction. He looked at my teary eyes, his expression softening for the first time, mixed with a hint of panic. "I... I didn't know," he paused, seeming to struggle with his words, "I was just trying to avoid those people, and the situation was urgent... I didn't mean to hurt you." Seeing my unconvinced expression, he sighed, "How can I make it up to you?" His attitude made me even angrier. "Make it up? How can you make up for something like this? Give it back to me! You domineering young master, give me back my first kiss!" I blurted out without thinking, immediately regretting it. What nonsense was I saying? But he was stunned by my words, staring at me with wide eyes, as if he had heard something unbelievable. Then, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "That... might be a bit difficult," he said, his tone suddenly becoming playful, "but, I can be responsible." "What... what do you mean?" I took a step back, on guard. He took a step closer, his deep eyes fixed on me, no longer carrying the previous indifference, but with a seriousness I had never seen before. "I mean, since I took your first kiss, and it seems to be very important to you, then... let me become the person who gives you your last kiss, and every kiss after that." The breeze rustled, and the leaves whispered. I stood there, looking at him, my mind in chaos. The anger, resentment, and grievances seemed to melt away in his serious gaze, replaced by a strange flutter in my heart. That unexpected kiss, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirred up ripples that refused to settle. And the story between me and this "domineering young master" seems to have just begun at this moment.

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