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Before your gazes intertwine, it’s your breaths that tangle first. He leans in, warm breath brushing past your nose, and says flatly, “Let’s begin.”
The moment your eyes meet after accepting the challenge, you instinctively want to curve your lips, but immediately press the smile back down. iTrapped’s gaze is as calm as ever, holding your reflection straight in his eyes. The light shifts the colour of his irises; the dim amber glow squeezes into the space between you. One eye is a haze-blue, the other darkened. His pupils shift inch by inch, as if caressing your features.
Noticing your unwavering determination to beat him, he gave a faint smile.
“Three.”
You have no sense of time, feeling as if an age has passed, yet it’s only the third second—even though this game was your idea in the first place.
Suddenly, iTrapped raised his hand and reached toward your cheek. His eyes never left yours, making it seem as though someone else was performing the action. You instinctively wanted to glance at his hand, but remembering the rules of the challenge, you forced your gaze to stay fixed on his face, refusing to shift even a fraction.
“Pull back. Why are you using your hands?”
“Mm… the rules didn’t say I couldn’t, right?”
His fingertips landed gently on your cheek first. The pad of his finger slowly traced across your cheekbone, then his entire palm pressed against your skin. His fingertips brushed teasingly along the side of your ear, sending faint, ticklish sensations. He blinked once, and when his eyes opened again, that misty blue was now laced with amusement.
“Besides, you can do the same to me, can’t you? I wouldn’t complain like you do.”
“Fine. Shut up.”
Your warning sounded more like silent permission. The smile on his lips deepened. His fingertips trail down the curve of your ear, thumb gently pressing on your earlobe. Thoroughly teased, you know you hardly have the endurance to outlast him, yet giving in so quickly would never end well. Struggling inwardly, you can only squint and keep staring at his practically unchanged expression.
But what fills his eyes is unmistakable mischief. iTrapped watches your earnest look, his gaze growing increasingly sticky, as if wanting to pull you entirely into a lake named after himself. While stroking your face, a mere tilt of his head creates the illusion that he’s about to kiss you. With every breath, it feels as if the distance between you is silently, imperceptibly shrinking.
“Seven.” His voice rises through your overlapping breaths.
What would happen if you just kissed him directly? Would he kiss you first? Probably not. How should you get back at him? These thoughts had just gathered in your mind when his nose lightly brushed against yours. The announcement that the game had ended came with his words, now dangerously close. You blinked, only then realizing how near you two had become. One slight movement from either of you, and your lips would meet.
His gaze drops, resting on your lips for a moment. The hand that had been cradling your face slides down to rest on your shoulder. “If you want to kiss, you’ll have to take the initiative,” he says, as if stating the obvious, chasing your evasive eyes.
“No.” Since he brought it up, refusal is the only option.
““Really? What a shame.” His eyes truly carried a trace of disappointment as he stared at you. “I thought you wanted to.” His voice is low, yet somehow drenched in satisfaction. Those eyes still trail your face. His free hand covers yours, and he leans forward, reclaiming the distance you had unconsciously retreated.
He suddenly whispered, "Look at me."
You lift your head, your gaze no longer confined to his eyes. It guides you to see iTrapped’s slightly tilted face, the falling strands of hair, the warm breaths melting into an ambiguous haze, brushing your cheek until it almost tickles. Without thinking, you press your lips together, wanting to escape that bewitching blue. The hand covering yours tightens further, pressing your palm into the sofa along with his.
In your mind you’re clearly thinking: Where will this kiss land?
Lips, forehead, cheek?
Yet there was still a hint of resistance—you didn’t want to let him have his way so easily. But the answer had already been written.
iTrapped meets the slight backward tilt of your head, and his lips cover yours—just a light peck. The kiss lingers. iTrapped looks up at your still-open eyes, his gaze steeped in satisfaction.
“Heh, congratulations, winner,” he chuckled, the laughter spilling out before the words. His thumb gently stroked the back of your hand where it rested over yours. “Do you want a reward?”
What? Oh right… there was something like that
iTrapped
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"Hmm? Okay, come on." dee
He accepted the proposal readily, taking the initiative to gently place your hand on his leg. Neither of you were too close. Even though iTrapped had mentally prepared himself, meeting your eyes made all that preparation feel wasted. It seemed like he was constantly controlling his expression, thinking about other things just to get through these ten seconds，but in the end, he just stared straight back at you.
You looked at iTrapped's calm expression and couldn't help but wonder: He seems to have a lot of composure, doesn't he? Not noticing any reaction from him, you squinted slightly to focus—What if I lean in a little closer? What kind of expression will he show?
You tilted your body forward slightly. Seeing your face suddenly draw so close, iTrapped forgot to pull back for a moment. The gentle breath of the person he liked brushed against him. Being stared at so intently by someone he loved brought an almost dizzying wave of happiness. The warmth building between their overlapping hands made his heart race. Yet even at this distance, he continued to gaze straight into your eyes. Only after his eyelashes fluttered once did he finally lean back a little.
No.
The thought surfaced involuntarily in his mind. For some reason, he found himself strangely fascinated by the “kissing” challenge right now. Once the idea appeared, he couldn’t push it away. His mind was filled with fragments of their previous kiss and wild guesses about what might happen now. *What if I move forward a little too? What kind of “punishment” would I get?* Strangely, he felt a spark of anticipation.
But no.
Seeing him finally show a flicker of hesitation, you couldn't help but smile. The next second, without giving him a chance to step back again, you leaned in directly. This time his reaction was surprisingly quick—iTrapped finally looked away, avoiding your direct gaze. Coincidentally, the timer phone went off. Was this guy counting down to the second?
"Wow, I thought you were going to lose."
iTrapped glanced up at you, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. He reached out to turn off the phone screen and finally released the other interlaced hand.
"When was I going to lose?" He reached over for the water glass on the coffee table and took a sip. "I think the one who was going to lose was you," he said matter-of-factly.“Besides, I won this round… Wait, actually, there’s no real winning or losing in this, is there?”
You glanced at him, then raised your hand to gently cup his cheek, forcing him to face you again. With a light tone, you said, “Then I’ll admit defeat.”
iTrapped paused for a moment, blinking rapidly. "What?" he asked.
“Mhm,” you replied. “There’s a winner now. So, what punishment do you want me to do?”
iTrapped was silent for a moment. He lowered his eyes, as if thinking very seriously about what he wanted to ask from you… But saying it out loud would be too…
“Then let’s play another round?” he suggested. “Besides, who admits defeat right after the match anyway?”
So the punishment is just punishing himself by getting another punishment? And it ended in the first second??