Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1277

Chapter 1277: Chapter 1277

Jane McCain had known the taste of a kiss long ago.

Raised among models, she matured much earlier than her peers; while Zara Jameson was still fretting over entrance exam scores, Jane had already had her first boyfriend at the age of 15.

She hadn’t done anything outlandish, but she had experienced holding hands and kissing early. Since then, when faced with the pursuits and affections of the opposite sex, she naturally exhibited a seasoned attitude of "I’ve seen it all before."

Yet, having witnessed the depravity and decadence within the fashion industry firsthand, coupled with her mother’s occasional advice, Jane remained particularly vigilant.

After her first love, she became increasingly cautious. No matter how she played and partied outside, she could always laugh off a man’s flirtations.

She wasn’t insistent on preserving her virginity, but frequent encounters with men trying to sweet-talk her into bed left her genuinely fed up with such matters over time.

She always felt that these men either fancied her face, her legs, or... her mother’s reputation.

When she went abroad, where no one knew who her mother was, and due to different aesthetic standards, no one paid extra attention just because of her face and long legs. It was in this relatively stable environment that she met her future fiancé.

It wasn’t out of vanity that Jane considered herself a stunning beauty; rather, it was because people often harbor a certain disdain for beautifully dressed women, seeing them as mere vases.

So at that time, she genuinely thought she had met her destined one—

A man who was not shallowly attracted to her because of her looks.

... Who would’ve known he turned out to be a pervert.

Honestly, she felt pretty desperate at the time.

The men who approached her, offering drinks and asking for her phone number, evidently had bad intentions.

They either wanted to sleep with her or kill her.

How could finding true love be this hard?

When Allen Rivera kissed her, it was just for a second or two, but Jane’s mind nearly reviewed her entire past and present.

He kissed her lips, then loosened slightly, quietly gazing at her.

In the darkened screening room, his deep eyes were incredibly dark, as if hiding an abyss that could swallow her soul.

Looking at him, Jane closed her eyes after a moment...

It seemed like an acquiescence, or a hint.

Allen kissed her again.

He was very gentle, his movements slow, tracing her lips little by little, and the warm breath between them became increasingly sweet.

Jane thought it tasted like the butter on popcorn, fragrant and sweet.

At the start of the kiss, she remained still, worried that displaying too much skill might turn him off, but gradually, she found herself coached by Allen...

Her mind seemed deprived of oxygen, turning all white...

His tongue had somehow met with hers, entangling and rubbing together. Each slight suckle left her mind more dazed and confused.

When you truly like someone, any intimate act brings a heart-numbing thrill and suffocation. The whole person is thrown into disarray, who cares about technique? Just follow your heart.

After it ended, neither of them spoke. The surroundings were silent, but Jane felt it was very noisy.

Because all she could hear was the rapid beating of her own heart.

Thump, thump, thump!

Thump, thump, thump!

She thought, good thing it was dark enough here, otherwise her face would definitely be a hundred times redder than a cooked lobster.

Allen held her hand gently and placed it on his thigh, eyes forward, continuing to watch the movie.

Jane murmured almost as if talking to herself: "Is this... progressing too fast..."

They had only been officially dating for two or three days.

Allen heard her and turned slightly to look at her, his eyes smiling: "Do you mind?"

Jane was silent for a moment and then answered honestly: "... I don’t mind."