On a rainy night, the school beauty knocked on my door and asked for shelter

Chen Mo held Su Yuqing tightly in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, feeling her trembling and dependence.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the air that carried the scent of her hair, and an unprecedented, profound sense of fulfillment and belonging filled his entire soul.

Suddenly, Su Yuqing stepped back a little. Under Chen Mo's puzzled gaze, she slowly raised her face, like a flower bud quietly blooming in the night, welcoming the approaching morning dew.

She closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes casting two small, trembling shadows on her fair cheeks.

This is a silent acquiescence, a demand more direct and fervent than any language.

Chen Mo's breath hitched slightly.

All his senses were focused on the slightly parted, delicate lips before him, as soft as flower petals.

A current of electricity, a mixture of immense joy and intense tension, surged through my entire body in an instant.

He slowly and with utmost reverence lowered his head and approached cautiously.

Their breaths mingled first, warm and carrying each other's unique scents, brushing against sensitive skin.

It was a strange yet incredibly fitting sense of intimacy.

The next second, an extremely light, gentle touch, tinged with a hint of probing, landed on Su Yuqing's lips.

It felt like holding a mouthful of warm honey brewed by the sun, or touching the softest flower petals.

Slightly cool, soft, with a barely perceptible tremor, yet possessing an incredible sweetness, it instantly spread between their lips, burning all the way to the deepest part of their hearts.

It was not plunder, nor a passionate collision, but a cautious confirmation, a solemn delivery, a long-awaited sense of belonging that had finally come to an end.

Chen Mo's heartbeat was deafening, drowning out all other sounds around him.

He could clearly feel the softness and warmth of her lips, the instantaneous stiffness of her body, and the subtle yet undeniable tremor that followed.

This tiny feedback was like a spark thrown into dry tinder, igniting a long-suppressed flame in his heart.

That cautious, tentative approach was instantly replaced by a more surging instinct.

He deepened the kiss.

It was no longer a fleeting touch, but an exploration imbued with a raw yet intense passion.

Their lips gently kissed and caressed each other, with the eagerness and clumsiness unique to young people, yet with utmost devotion.

His arms had somehow already wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

Su Yuqing's body was initially a little stiff, but surrounded by his hot and determined breath, and in his awkward yet powerful kiss, that stiffness melted away as quickly as snow in spring.

A muffled, almost sobbing groan escaped her throat, a sound like a feather scratching at Chen Mo's heart.

She obediently, even with a kind of reckless courage, slightly parted her teeth and awkwardly tried to respond to him.

After a long while, until Su Yuqing was almost suffocating, Chen Mo finally stepped back slightly...

Their lips parted, and Su Yuqing slowly opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes shimmering with shyness and an overwhelming, almost overflowing happiness. Chen Mo's forehead gently pressed against hers, their breaths mingling, both able to clearly feel each other's hot breaths and the equally rapid pounding of their hearts.

His deep eyes were so close, churning with emotions as turbulent as a storm, more dazzling than golden fireworks.

Su Yuqing was panting, her cheeks as red as ripe apples, her eyes glistening with tears, yet filled with sweetness.

She dared not look at him; her long eyelashes trembled violently, like the wings of a startled butterfly.

Golden light flowed around them, bathing the figures who were passionately kissing on the giant rock in a sacred halo.

Chen Mo gazed at her unprecedentedly beautiful yet incredibly shy appearance, his Adam's apple bobbing violently as an indescribable, deeper surge of emotion swept over him.

He couldn't help but lower his head again. This time, it wasn't a test, but a possessive desire as if confirming something. He gently pecked at her soft lips and burning cheeks... Each touch was filled with endless tenderness and burning love.

"Mmm..." Su Yuqing felt weak all over from his tender kisses. She subconsciously shrank into his arms, her small hands clutching the fabric of his shirt helplessly, as if grasping the only piece of driftwood.

This subtle movement completely ignited the last bit of restraint in Chen Mo's heart.

He tightened his arms, pulling her deeper into his embrace, and covered her lips with his own again, his kiss lingering and penetrating, filled with the greed of first taste of desire and an almost devout obsession.

The night was gentle, and the waves murmured softly.

Starlight illuminated this private strait, witnessing two young hearts finally breaking free from all constraints, colliding without reservation in an awkward yet passionate kiss, composing the most moving movement of their lives.

until--

"Ugh... Chen Mo..." Su Yuqing finally regained a bit of strength from her drowning-like dizziness. She gently pressed her small hand against his firm chest, letting out a muffled, pleading whimper, "...I...can't breathe..."

The force pressing against his chest was as weak as a kitten's paw, yet it was like a cool spring, instantly reviving Chen Mo's mind, which was almost entirely controlled by instinct.

He abruptly stopped all movement, quickly raised his head as if burned, and created some distance between himself and the crowd.

The heavy breathing was particularly clear on the silent cliff.

Chen Mo's chest heaved violently as he looked down at the person in his arms.

Su Yuqing's cheeks were flushed, like a ripe peach. Her misty eyes were looking at him with a hint of accusation and shyness. Her slightly parted lips were moist and alluring as she breathed in fresh air. Her proud chest rose and fell with her breath.

Seeing how badly he had "bullied" her made Chen Mo's heart clench, only to be filled with immense sweetness and tenderness.

A turbulent undercurrent, a mixture of regret and love, welled up in his eyes.

"I...I'm sorry." His voice was terribly hoarse, carrying the lingering effects of passion and a hint of panic. His thumb gently traced her lower lip, the movement as tender as if handling a rare treasure. "Was I...was I too rough? Did I hurt you?"

Su Yuqing trembled slightly at the touch of his fingertips, and subconsciously shook her head, her voice barely audible: "...No...it doesn't hurt."

Not only did it not hurt, but she also felt that at that moment, her mind was filled with an unprecedented pleasure. However, this pleasure was accompanied by a feeling of suffocation, which made her unable to bear it for a moment.

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at her rosy lips and misty eyes, the excitement he had just suppressed began to stir again. (End of Chapter)