Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Her kiss was slow and hesitant.

It carried uncertainty, exploring bit by bit, sometimes pausing in confusion, sometimes sucking gently as if self-taught.

Alexander Summers’ heart was beating wildly, as if there were fireworks exploding inside his head! Bursting with resplendent colors yet emptying his ability to think.

One of his hands, unconsciously, clutched tightly on the cashmere cushion on the seat, forcibly restraining the urge to turn her over and pin her down.

At this moment, Alexander was in both pain and pleasure.

After Purple was done kissing, she held Alexander’s face and quietly examined it, her dazed yet serious expression seeming as if she were pondering something.

It was then that Alexander realized… he could breathe.

“I know now,” said Purple seriously, “It’s the sweetness of the soda water.”

Alexander had drunk a few sips of soda water on his way to pick her up, and Purple had tasted the faint sweetness from his mouth. After reasoning through her alcohol-induced fogginess, she came to this conclusion.

A very ordinary sentence, yet Alexander couldn’t help but laugh, saying, “Yeah, your mouth has it too.”

“Right, I also drank soda water,” Purple nodded earnestly, “Two sips.”

She seemed to be quite sober.

But if she were truly sober, she wouldn’t explain whether she drank soda water in such a methodical manner.

Alexander smiled tenderly, stroking her head, “Drink less in the future, okay?”

Purple Summers rested her head in his embrace, her chin on his shoulder, whispering softly, “I am so happy today.”

Never before had she felt her future so bright and promising as she did today.

The career she had lost was coming back to her, the love she was missing was right before her, and on top of that, she had gained so many good friends. Suddenly, she felt like she was standing at the peak of her life!

Supremely happy!

Though the taste of reaching the summit was wonderful, she could see the deep cliff just below with a single downward glance.

“I’m really scared of falling off,” Purple Summers said intermittently, speaking with Alexander, “I want to stay on the peak forever… People always say life has its ups and downs, but I don’t want to go down… I just want to stay at the top…”

When joy reaches a certain level, one starts to fear losing it, and Purple was just like that now.

“Okay, we’ll stay on the top and not come down,” Alexander comforted her, caressing her back.

Purple was delighted by his comforting, hugging Alexander’s waist and murmuring with eyes half-closed, “I’m so happy, I want to be happy like today forever… I’m the happiest…”

Lost in self-contentment, she kept repeating, “I’m the happiest… I’m the happiest…”

Alexander found her drunken demeanor adorable and teased her on purpose: “Hmm, you’re quite happy, but not the happiest.”

Upon hearing this, Purple’s mouth turned down in an instant, immediately unhappy.

She sat up straight, counting off on her fingers to contest his point: “My mom loves me a lot, my boyfriend is super handsome, I have so many good friends, I also own a company, a house, a crow, a snake…”

Listing each example, she seemed to show she had many treasures, and finally asked, “How am I not the happiest?”

“All these are yours, but you are mine,” Alexander whispered, nibbling gently on her lips, “…I am the happiest person.”

Purple felt slightly wronged, as if she had lost a great deal.

Then she thought again that although she couldn’t be the happiest person, striving to be the second happiest wasn’t too bad.

Her grandmother always said contented people are happy, and she shouldn’t be too greedy.

“Okay, I’ll give it to you, you are the happiest person,” Purple conceded generously.

Alexander hugged her tightly, his chest swelling with sweetness, almost maddeningly so.