2: Underneath A Thousand Skies

233 This Psychopathic Demon Is Psychic (55)

Song Jia placed a hesitant hand on his shoulder and made him turn around to face her. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Zhao Cheng's face was red. A grown man like him crying was already shameful enough, but to cry right in front of the girl he loved...

He felt that he had no face to see people anymore!

"No, there's nothing wrong." He pushed another dish in front of her. "Jia'er, you should continue eating, the food will grow cold in a while."

Song Jia felt as if her heart was being pinched. How could she have the appetite to continue eating again?

She looked at him as he tried to hide his reddened eyes away from her. She remembered the information Nova had told her, that the supermassive blackhole their galactic confederation revolved around on was the collapsed world of her first transmigration.

Complicated feelings arose inside Song Jia. She could turn a blind eye towards all of this before, but now she couldn't. She also couldn't lie to herself and say that this male god's overwhelming love for her didn't touch her heart.

Song Jia didn't believe in love, but she felt...even if she didn't believe in it, it would be an injustice to doubt his feelings for her.

Song Jia couldn't return his feelings, but she could do something else for him.

"Zhao Cheng."

Song Jia's soft voice jolted Zhao Cheng away from his current embarrassment to focus on her. When he finally met her gaze, he was stunned.

Her eyes, always as clear as spring water, reflected his figure. Song Jia slowly leaned forward and cupped his face, wiping away the last traces of his tears with her thumb.

Then she closed her eyes and kissed him.

Zhao Cheng froze. His eyes were wide open in shock, his body trembling as her lips lingered against his.

Her kiss was tentative, like the kiss of a first-time lover. It was gentle and curious, as if probing for his reaction.

Zhao Cheng inhaled sharply and parted his lips, his body already welcoming her in.

When her tongue slipped in and explored the inside of his lower lip, electricity surged through his body, shocking long-dead nerves back to life.

Intense desire swam through his veins, heating his blood like boiling magma.

With a primal groan that originated deep in his throat, he opened his mouth and deepened the kiss, pinning her against his chest with his arm as they devoured each other. His other hand cupped the back of her head firmly, making sure that they would never separate.

All the shackles in the world couldn't have prevented him from kissing her back.

"Jia'er...Jia'er..."

Her name on his lips, husky groans being spoken in unsteady breaths.

Song Jia felt as if she was burning up, her whole body feverish. Zhao Cheng held her close, his fingers almost digging into her skin. He was already as close to her as he could be, but he still kept pressing their bodies together.

He gasped. "Jia'er, I'm unreconciled."

He was really unreconciled. He didn't want to leave. Why couldn't he stay by her side? Even if Xu Jinhai was his reincarnation, it still wouldn't be him.

He didn't want to leave her.

But he also didn't want to be greedy.

He wanted to spend his last day keeping her happy, and treat it like any other day, as if they would see each other again tomorrow.

"Jia'er, I don't want to leave."

Zhao Cheng heard his voice as if it was coming from somewhere far away. All he could focus on were her lips against his; her hair tangled on his fingers; her skin warm and pressed against his own body.

He broke away from the kiss. He could see that her eyes were blurred, stunned from the intensity he gave her. Zhao Cheng turned his head away as if it was all too much, his fists clenched to restrain himself from pouring everything out.

He stepped back and then suddenly knelt, his knees touching the hard ground. He looked up at her sitting in front of him, and clutched her hands like a drowning man.

"Jia'er, is this alright?"

Song Jia looked at him and knew what he was asking. When she fixed her gaze on him, Zhao Cheng felt the flutter of her pulse on the hand that he was holding. He wouldn't be greedy, he had already promised himself.

But the silence that came after his question was unbearable.

He wanted her. He desperately wanted her, like an addict that couldn't live without a drug.

And then Song Jia opened her mouth.

"Yes." Her voice was firm. "It's alright."