BDSMST -Chapter 90 A Long-Overdue Kiss

Jiang Suisui did not answer.

She simply looked quietly at the man before her.

He was half-crouched in front of her. This war god who had once struck fear into the Northern Barbarians now looked like a boy awaiting judgment, his eyes filled with honesty—and unease.

The moonlight poured gently over his shoulders, outlining his resolute features. The warmth of his palm flowed steadily from their clasped hands into the depths of her heart.

In her previous life, she had been a formidable businesswoman, having heard countless false flatteries and sweet lies. She had thought her heart had long since been tempered into something as hard as iron.

Yet at this very moment, faced with his plain and unadorned confession, that hardened heart softened completely.

She thought of everything between them.

From their initial misunderstandings and distance, to the gradual adjustments and unspoken tests at the estate.

When she experimented with new crops, he would silently stand nearby, driving away the annoying mosquitoes.

When she fell asleep from exhaustion, he would quietly drape an outer garment over her shoulders.

When she faced danger, he would step in front of her without hesitation.

Whenever she made a decision, he gave her unconditional trust and support—even when that decision required him to risk his own life.

He never spoke of love, yet he wove it into every action, every glance.

How could she not be moved by such a man?

Jiang Suisui slowly rose from the stone bench.

Gu Yan’s heart leapt into his throat. He hurriedly stood as well, momentarily flustered, thinking his boldness had displeased her.

“I—” he began, intending to say something to make amends.

But Jiang Suisui stepped closer.

The distance between them vanished instantly.

Close enough that she could clearly see her small reflection in his dark eyes.

Close enough to catch the scent of grass, earth, and faint wine on him—a scent that inexplicably reassured her.

She did not speak.

Instead, she did something Gu Yan would never forget for the rest of his life.

Rising onto her toes, she wrapped her arms lightly around his neck. Then she tilted her head up and pressed her warm, soft lips against his slightly cool ones, chilled by nervousness.

The kiss was light and gentle, like a feather brushing across a quiet lake.

It carried a trace of innocence, a hint of testing—and an unmistakable, solemn response.

Gu Yan froze entirely.

The taut string in his mind snapped in that instant.

All reason, all restraint, crumbled the moment her soft lips touched his.

Almost instinctively, he wrapped an arm firmly around her waist, pulling her slender body tightly into his embrace.

He turned passive into active, deepening the kiss.

No longer a fleeting brush of lips, but a release of emotions long suppressed—like a storm finally breaking.

His movements were clumsy, urgent, as though he wanted in this moment to make up for all the years they had lost.

Jiang Suisui was nearly breathless beneath his kiss.

His presence, his warmth, surrounded her completely.

She did not resist. She simply closed her eyes and yielded to the blazing intensity of his feelings, as though they might melt her entirely.

All the barriers that had once stood between them—misunderstandings, distance, doubts born of status and past wounds—dissolved within this long-overdue, fervent kiss.

Under the moonlight, their entwined silhouettes seemed almost like a timeless sculpture.

Not far away, behind the study window, a small head peeked out.

Gu Xuan had been unable to sleep and had come looking for his parents to chat.

Instead, he witnessed something that “greatly broadened his horizons.”

He clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from gasping aloud.

His usually imposing, iceberg-like father was holding his all-powerful mother and… kissing her!

Though the distance made it hard to see clearly, there was no mistaking that intimate posture.

Gu Xuan’s eyes lit up like stars.

He quietly ducked back inside, a knowing and satisfied grin far beyond his years spreading across his small face.

Wonderful!

His dense father had finally woken up!

His “major project” had finally achieved decisive victory!

Tiptoeing back to his little bed, Gu Xuan tucked himself in, joy blooming in his heart.

He decided that tomorrow he would ask the kitchen to prepare more of his parents’ favorite dishes to celebrate properly.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard, the long kiss finally came to an end.

Jiang Suisui leaned against Gu Yan’s chest, her cheeks so hot they could fry an egg, her breathing still uneven.

Gu Yan held her close, resting his chin atop her hair. Feeling the soft warmth in his arms, he experienced an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and peace.

“Suisui,” he murmured, his voice husky with emotion.

“Mm?” She buried her face in his chest and answered softly.

“From now on, don’t call me ‘Marquis.’”

“Then what should I call you?”

“Call me by my name. Or…” He paused, the tips of his ears reddening slightly. “Call me ‘husband.’”

Jiang Suisui burst into laughter in his arms.

This man was truly… endearingly earnest.

She did not answer. She simply held him a little tighter.

The night breeze swept gently through the courtyard, carrying away the scent of wine—but unable to disperse the tenderness filling the air.