History at the Library

Chapter 50: How long did they remain there? Vivian lost track of time.

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How long did they remain there? Vivian lost track of time.

Finally, their lips parted. When Vivian raised her eyes, she saw the silver string that hung slack between their lips. Aidan looked down arrogantly at Vivian, whose body heated up entirely and was struggling to breathe. But he, too, did not have a relaxed expression.

What was that just now? Her head felt like exploding and not a word came to mind. Vivian barely fumbled for a sentence.

“Y, you bit me.”

“Does it hurt?”

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He had still been rather gentle. He dropped his gaze as if in comfort and whispered softly. Only then did the unusual atmosphere that had surrounded Aidan disappear. Vivian blinked her eyes and a large tear ran down her cheek and dropped. She hadn’t meant to cry, and she knew not the reason for it as she reached up towards her face.

Aidan grasped the wrist of her fumbling hands and wiped off the tear tracks of her face. Afterward, he helped her stand properly and fixed her messed-up hair.

It was a method of apology for losing control of himself.

“This is why a kiss turns into sex, Vivian.”

“…….”

“Do you think you can write properly now?”

Vivian looked as though she had traveled to another world. I wonder if she’ll judge the situation with a colder head now.

Aidan examined her face to see if she would burst into tears, run away, or regret her earlier statements just as he thought. If she had made the proposal without knowledge and fear, there was no doubt she’d regret it.

To be honest, he thought she’d grow pale and run away from the moment he revealed himself to be the Grand Duke of Black. Even the most courageous men weren’t able to act so boldly in front of him. If she lacked fear to such a degree, her liver must not just be swollen, but it must have been nonexistent in the first place.

Liver-less rabbit. This was what Aidan called Vivian, who never once retreated in their interaction thus far.

“Or do you still need more?” Aidan pressed his mouth to her and whispered. Vivian realized posthumously that she had not lent a single thought to her novel throughout the duration of the kiss. It was truly a soul-draining kiss. And she additionally realized that her place below had grown wet merely from a single kiss and grew red with shame.

He was right. A kiss was not something to merely imitate and pass over as a compulsory mix of tongues. It was something like an intense prologue to sex.

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But how was it possible for me to have described a kiss so neatly and plainly in the past?

Vivian was shocked by something entirely different from what Aidan had predicted. She grew frustrated the more she thought about how a kiss, when formed, was far more of a sexual interaction than she’d originally imagined it to be. In other words, it was the turning point that made her realize just how she was a mere fish in an ocean of a world.

Thatcher, that bastard, was correct. Vivian let out a deep sigh that seemed to descend into the ground. Rather than think retrospectively about the proposal she’d made, her eyes twinkled more eagerly than before.

If there was one thing that Aidan failed to notice, it was the fact that she was the first author of erotic novels. A person who’d reached the pinnacle of understanding theories from A to Z on the subject of sex. Even if there were some places to be proved upon, she was a passionate person who learned ten things when taught one.

“Indeed it is so.”

“Yes?” Aidan responded, but only a low, erotic voice reached Vivian.

What did he mean, Or is it not enough?

Of course, it was insufficient. It lacked too much to be melted into the premise of the novel naturally. She lowered her head and spoke in a repressed voice, “Indeed, I think it would be necessary for me to do it once more.”

“W, wait, Vivian……, Hup!”

Vivian, who didn’t want to lose this sensation, gripped Aidan’s head and pulled it down. She pressed her lips against him so quickly that he was caught off guard and forgot to retaliate. She sucked on his lower lip awkwardly. As Aidan parted his lips at impulse, her tongue pressed through that slight space. It was a clumsy kiss, to say the least. He was so struck dumb that he couldn’t help but let her roam around inside his mouth.

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