Chapter 280 - Pure Xing Han
Xing Han was shouting and screaming while trying to defend himself from Kyle's cushion attack, his arms punching about and his legs kicking out. Kyle dodged them all easily, of course, and continued to whack Xing Han in all places with the cushion.
Finally, with one last smash to the face, Kyle got up.
"Man, Kyle, not the face!" Xing Han wailed, patting his cheeks. His hair was all messy, his clothes all messed up and his face was red. Being so fair skinned, just that bit of 'whacking' made it so.
Kyle laughed and stretched, then looked at the time.
"It's really, really late now," Kyle said, "We didn't even go for dinner at that seafood place."
Xing Han looked at the time in surprise, "You're right. My stomach didn't tell me I missed dinner!"
"Guess our talk really took longer than expected," Kyle said, suddenly yawning, "Let's just order room service if you're hungry."
Xin Han's stomach growled at that time as if answering Kyle.
"Ah, the stomach has spoken," Kyle said with a laugh, "You go ahead and order. I'm going to take a shower."
"You and your insane cleanliness tendencies," Xing Han mumbled, then asked, "You want anything?"
"Just fruits," Kyle answered.
It was too late at night and it wasn't healthy. He had already cheated that day with four bowls of instant noodles so he can't cheat again.
Kyle looked back at the happy-go-lucky Xing Han, who was going through the limited options for room service. He did not look any different after the kissing lesson, or even after being rejected for the french kissing.
Never in his life did Kyle meet someone who was so open and pure about his thoughts and feelings.
To think that Xing Han could turn out this way, even after being raised in that strict household? He actually did not even think twice about asking a guy to teach him how to kiss. Not only that, he truly did not see anything wrong with the request.
In his past life, Kylie's husband had been a bit homophobic. Not that bad, but he would raise their son in a way that he felt was 'manly' and denounced anything he saw as being 'girly'. Kyle couldn't do much to help his own son then.
If he had tried to explain to his spouse that there was nothing wrong with it, he'd just go all ballistic. He'd be accused of talking back or not respecting him or looking down on him. It just made the situation worse.
In the end, Kyle just kept quiet and tried his best to make the pain less for his son. But how much good could you really do when the damage was done? Words, once spoken and uttered, leaves a scar that is hard to remove.
He also saw how his son's personality changed due to his own father's "well intentions". It broke Kyle's heart.
So Xing Han ... Xing Han was truly unique to be able to still maintain that innocence of his. Xing Han also appeased, a little bit, of the guilt Kyle had for his son.
Kyle also felt that Xing Han gave off this feeling in another person to go and protect him from the evils of the world. Not that he could, but it would certainly be a pity when that pure soul got hurt or tainted.
Kyle sighed and shook his head.
There were things beyond his control but at the very least, he'd be here to help him in whatever things he wanted.
Except French kissing.
Anything but that.
Kyle was okay with normal kissing. The people from Country F do it as a form of greeting. However, french kissing would have crossed the invisible line. Also, Kyle had always been very, very weak to French kisses ... more so as a guy.
In his past life, he wasn't allowed to be proactive. Girls initiating or being aggressive sexually was frowned upon. Now, though. As a guy ... it was different. Kyle found the times he had to kiss for the mission ... was truly a blessing in disguise.
It was liberating and truth be told, truly enjoyable as well. Not that he'd admit it to anyone. He would just sound like a pervert if he did. Samantha had really been a very, very good kisser.
Entering the bathroom, Kyle bit his lips as the memory of her technique and soft body suddenly filled his mind. As he took off his clothes to bathe, he noted something that should have been limp, wasn't. It was at half-mast.
Kyle groaned.
He really was becoming a pervert.
Kyle looked at himself in the mirror, noting the soon to be 15-year-old face that was slowly filling out and becoming even more mature looking. Hitting puberty early certainly did help him a lot. His baby fat was long gone and his sharp features just got more pronounced. His high cheekbones and sharp jawline were the highlights of his face.
He wasn't being narcissistic to say that he really hit the jackpot in this life with his face.
Kyle then looked at his body and noted that he was filling out more as his chest got broader and the muscles were as firm as ever. Kyle looked down at his abs, then below and noted that the V-line wasn't quite as pronounced yet. Probably will be once he gets older.
He sighed and rubbed his head, a habit he developed in this life. Whenever he was thinking hard or just feeling urgh, doing so made him feel better for some reason.
He sighed and went to take that shower.