Chapter 2The Live-Streamed Love Story: When the Tsundere Billionaire Stops Pretending

All my previous soft-heartedness and affection vanished into thin air at his cold interrogation.

I took a sharp breath and glared furiously at Ethan.

He looked back at me with complete indifference, as if he were looking at a complete stranger who had nothing to do with him.

[Oh no, our precious Chloe is going to run away angry again!]

[Ethan! You have a perfectly good mouth, why can't you just use it to talk properly?! Go home and cry about it later!]

[Alright everyone, nothing to see here. The plot is returning to its original track—imprisonment and forced love!]

Just as I was about to turn around in anger, seeing the comments predict my exact move actually made me feel too embarrassed to leave.

My gaze returned to Ethan's face.

It was an incredibly pale and beautiful face. He had narrow, elegant eyes with an upward tilt at the corners, giving him a somewhat classical look.

I don't know if it was the comments influencing me, but I genuinely thought I saw a faint hint of red around the beautiful corners of his eyes.

I sighed, took two steps forward, and tilted my head up.

At this moment, the distance between us was incredibly close. So close I could almost feel his breath.

He lowered his eyes, looking at me in confusion, his pure black pupils reflecting my figure.

I cheered myself on frantically in my head, then suddenly leaned in and pressed my lips against his.

Cool, soft, and slightly trembling.

That was the immediate sensation Ethan's lips gave me.

To be honest, in all my years of life, I had absolutely zero kissing experience. I only knew to press my lips against his; I had no idea what came next.

I froze against his lips, feeling the deafening heartbeat of the person in my arms.

There was no sound of breathing. He had forgotten to breathe too.

I don't know how much time passed before he suddenly took a step back, staring at me with an unreadable expression. "What is the meaning of this?"

His entire face was bright red. He was already very fair-skinned, so he flushed easier than most. Even the back of his neck, visible above his collar, held a faint pink hue.

My mood instantly soared. I grinned at him and said, "Didn't you want me to prove I like you? Is this enough?"

"Or... how about this?" Deeply encouraged, I stepped forward again, cupped his face, and planted a loud, wet kiss right on his lips.

"If you still don't believe me, I'll tear up my plane ticket right now, okay?" I wrapped my arms around Ethan's neck and said softly, "I'll just stay by your side. I'll go wherever you go, until you believe me."

Before I even finished speaking, Ethan violently ripped my arms from his neck and glared at me furiously:

"Chloe, are you done messing around?!"