Chapter 113: The Master’s Gift

Never have I felt as thankful for my sharp senses as I did in this moment.

My sense of taste was dull, but my perception was exceptionally keen.

The fine lines of his lips conveyed everything they felt, wave after wave crashing into my mind like a stormy sea.

When Gu Fan teased me by feeding me dried mango, a wicked thought stirred within me—I wanted to lick his fingers as payback.

But somehow, the moment I leaned closer to him, my mind went blank. By the time I regained my senses, I had already taken his finger into my mouth.

My tongue inevitably brushed against his fingertip. I let out a faint hum through my nose, struggling desperately to restrain the urge to lick.

Uwah… was this the influence of my catgirl instincts? Why did it feel like my consciousness was blurring, as if merely licking Gu Fan’s finger was already a blessing he had bestowed upon me? This kind of pet-like thinking was dangerous!

As I wrestled with myself in my mind, Gu Fan’s finger gave the faintest of trembles. The movement was tiny, but it still “accidentally” touched my tongue.

A strange tingling sensation shot down my throat like lightning, pierced my heart, and then rebounded, making it impossible for me to hold back—I began to lick this object that, to me, carried irresistible temptation.

I’m sorry… I just wanted to eat dried mango, I only like sweet things. Gu Fan, please don’t misunderstand and think I harbor some twisted obsession with you.

To avoid letting my warped desires take complete control, I kept twisting the facts, using ridiculous logic to reassure myself over and over again—that what I was doing now was legitimate, reasonable, and acceptable.

Unknowingly, my lips had already wrapped tightly around Gu Fan’s index finger. I could feel that he very much wanted to pull his hand back, but perhaps out of fear of hurting me, he didn’t dare move too forcefully.

Hmph… if circumstances allowed, I probably wouldn’t want to let go at all.

Suddenly, I could understand why some babies love holding onto pacifiers—having such a steady and effective comfort object really makes it hard not to develop dependence.

No, no, that’s not dependence.

I’m just practicing in advance the techniques to make Gu Fan happy.

This is a proper and serious matter—it’s simply the kind of daily routine we’ll do after marriage.

I sucked lightly a few times, then dazedly lifted my gaze.

The moment my eyes met Gu Fan’s complicated expression, my whole body trembled violently.

Oh no.

I got a little too carried away—almost drowned in the abyss called pleasure and couldn’t climb out.

Under Gu Fan’s silent, pressuring gaze, I lowered my eyes and reluctantly parted my lips, finally allowing him to pull his finger back.

My eyes lingered on him still, and I saw a thin silver thread stretch long between us before snapping and falling to the ground.

“Ah… u-um, the mango, the dried mango tastes really good. Let’s buy that one.”

“…”

Gu Fan didn’t say much.

The social smile he usually kept on his face was gone too.

Instead, he wore a rare coldness, tilting his head slightly, making it impossible to see what emotions were shifting beneath the surface.

But before he turned his head away, I caught a glimpse of what flickered in his eyes.

Gu Fan’s pupils had contracted.

In those amber eyes, it was as if frozen ice had suddenly cracked, and panic seeped through.

I could see the hidden turmoil within him—turns out, even Gu Fan—

Such a perfect boy — even just having my mouth around his finger made him so surprised.

But since he was struggling with the urge to rub something with his fingers to ease his nervousness, yet hesitated because they were still covered with my saliva, he was stuck in an awkward position. That must feel really uncomfortable, right?

Sigh… if only we were already married… no, even just being boyfriend and girlfriend would be enough.

I’d immediately take Gu Fan somewhere private and help him relieve all that stress. Though, the method would be a little… special, hehe.

Come to think of it, Gu Fan probably just wanted to tease me a little earlier, right? But judging from his reaction now, he clearly didn’t expect me to actually eat it — and in such an over-the-top way, by sucking on his finger.

When I think about it that way, I can’t really be blamed. After all, it was Gu Fan who started this mischievous idea, insisting on biting into it first before giving it to me. In that instant, I was simply overwhelmed by desire.

I was only counterattacking in my own way, teaching Gu Fan a lesson. Such behavior should be forgivable.

I noticed his other hand tugging at his pocket, and faintly saw something white inside — tissues. Was he planning to wipe off my saliva?

That makes sense. After all, we’d soon be picking out dried mango to put into a bag. Even if we didn’t buy mango, we’d still end up getting raisins or dried peaches or something.

Naturally, he’d need to hold things in his hands, so wiping them clean would be understandable.

But from what I know of Gu Fan, he probably thought that if he wiped them in front of me, I might misunderstand, thinking he disliked me, and then I’d do something strange again.

In a way, Gu Fan wasn’t wrong. Even if I knew deep down that he didn’t actually dislike me, I still couldn’t suppress the instinctive reaction of self-loathing.

I’d think that Gu Fan was just sparing my feelings, not saying outright that he found me disgusting.

Since the liquid I left behind was troubling Gu Fan, then I should be the one to deal with it.

“Gu Fan, leave it to me. Just now was only an accident… I’m sorry.”

To keep myself calm, I once again imitated my mother, putting on the attitude and tone I usually use when facing strangers. With a cold voice, I slowly spoke to Gu Fan.

At the same time, I took out the tissues I always carry with me. Without waiting for his response, I stepped forward decisively, wrapped his finger with a tissue, and gently wiped it clean.

Gu Fan was clearly stunned. Luckily, he didn’t reject me. Aside from his gradually steadying breaths, I couldn’t hear any other sound from him. Even his body was stiff, as if he couldn’t move at all.

Once I had wiped it dry, I pulled out another pack of wet tissues I carried. A girl’s daily life really is troublesome.

Ever since I studied it online, I always carry all sorts of necessities in my bag and pockets — hairpins, mirrors, and so on.

After I thoroughly erased the traces I had left behind, Gu Fan had already calmed down. His Adam’s apple bobbed once, and then that mask-like smile returned to his face.

“Well then, I’ll buy a bag of dried mango. Zhīnián, do you want one too?”

His voice was gentle and composed, as if nothing that happened a minute ago had ever really happened.

I glanced around. Some of the adults shopping for New Year’s goods were still casting us strange looks. So the impact from earlier was still lingering, huh?

In the eyes of outsiders, did we look like a sweet couple in love?

I let out a small laugh, nodded, and agreed with Gu Fan:
“Alright, please get me a bag as well.”

As a cat-eared girl, marrying my childhood friend…