But now, as she was trapped in his arms, the solidness of his chest gave her a completely unfamiliar feeling.
Her heart was beating wildly. She always felt there was a vast gap between them, in both age and status.
She had never imagined that the two of them would be so intimate.
The air around her was filled with his strong presence and the pressure he exuded, along with the fresh scent of grass that clung to him.
Her heart pounded loudly, and with each breath she took, her chest heaved, pressing against his firm chest.
When she came back to her senses, her instinctive reaction was to push him away with all her strength.
But Wei Ziqi wasn't accustomed to being rejected. The harder she pushed, the more tightly he held her.
The sharp scent of tequila seemed to envelop her, and she couldn't tell if it was the alcohol, but she felt an overwhelming heat, like a feverish warmth.
His fingertips touched her cheek, and the delicate skin beneath his touch seemed almost unbelievable, like that of a baby.
Perhaps because of her youth, her skin felt softer than any other woman's he had ever touched.
Wei Ziqi tried to remember—when he was her age, he had also dated girls his age, but their skin could never compare to hers.
Eventually, he released her, lazily sitting up. He looked down at Wei Ran, who was still lying in bed, looking completely stunned.
Her lips were slightly parted from the shock, still swollen, and her eyes radiated a mix of surprise and disbelief, unable to comprehend how things had turned out this way.
But her pure, confused expression made her seem like a little rabbit caught in the claws of a wild beast, completely unsure of what to do, too stunned to even try to escape.
Her eyes slowly regained clarity, and she immediately sat up, nervously clutching at her clothes.
Wei Ziqi, satisfied, gently tapped his finger on her soft lips, feeling her tremble under his touch.
He narrowed his eyes and coldly said, "Don't lie to me again, understand?"
"I didn't—" Wei Ran instinctively rebutted. This was indeed her first kiss.
And right now, she was so panicked that she couldn't even gather the emotional strength to mourn her first kiss, let alone sort through her feelings for him—fear, anger, admiration, or a mixture of confusion.
But she suddenly stopped speaking, and under Wei Ziqi's cold expression, she remembered his earlier question and the face that appeared in her mind.
She suddenly froze, lowering her head in confusion.
Wei Ziqi sneered coldly, his finger tapping lightly on her chest as he spoke softly, "Little girl's grown up, and now her heart isn't with me anymore, is it?"
Seeing Wei Ran staring at him dumbfounded, not knowing how to respond, Wei Ziqi laughed lightly.
He didn't wait for her to answer. Withdrawing his hand, he stared at Wei Ran's confused expression.
"Go back," he said, his laughter cutting off abruptly. His face turned as cold as his voice, devoid of any warmth.
Anyone who knew him well knew that when Wei Ziqi gave such an order, it had to be carried out immediately, without hesitation.
Wei Ran, still shaken from the shock, showed none of her usual sharpness.
Like a prisoner released from captivity, she jumped out of bed and dashed toward the door, the white hem of her dress flying around her knees, releasing a natural, fragrant scent.
Her slender calves and delicate ankles made her look fragile, as though they could snap with a single misstep.
Barefoot, she ran lightly, her movements even more graceful.
Wei Ziqi squinted, watching her retreating figure. The little girl of eight had already grown up. At sixteen, she was beginning to show the soft curves of a woman.
He lowered his gaze to his fingers, still remembering the delicate skin he had touched, the softness of her body beneath him.
Wei Ran rushed back to her room. This was the same guest room she had been brought to when she was eight, and now it had been converted into her bedroom.
The room no longer had the cold, guest-like atmosphere it had eight years ago. Every corner now reflected that it was the room of a young girl.
Wei Ran didn't pause in her steps. She slammed the door behind her and leaped onto her bed, curling up in the blankets.
She pulled the covers up to her neck, hiding herself completely, leaving only her frightened face exposed.
Her long black hair spread like a fan on the pillow, making her face appear even more flushed.
Her eyes were wide open, unable to stop thinking about that kiss.
Even though she had never been kissed before, she knew that what had just happened wasn't a simple, innocent kiss. It was far more passionate than the seemingly deep kisses from foreign movies that actually weren't.
Her lips still felt hot, and the sensation of Wei Ziqi lingered there—fiery and sharp. The taste of tequila remained, with its spicy, strong fragrance still clinging to her mouth.
Unconsciously, she covered her swollen lips with her hand, but instead of thinking about the kiss with Wei Ziqi, her mind drifted back to when she was nine…
At that time, there were guests at her house. She vaguely remembered that their surname was Wei, and according to He Yuanfang, they were from a family similar to the Wei family—another large and influential household.