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

The only sounds in the living room were the faint murmur of deep-sea creatures swimming in the documentary and the low hum of the air conditioner.

Su Yuqing rested her head on Chen Mo's shoulder, her fingertips twirling the insignificant thread on his shirt, as if it were the only anchor connecting her chaotic thoughts.

The documentary's soft, shifting light flowed across her face, outlining her slightly closed eyelids and trembling eyelashes.

Chen Mo could clearly feel the softness and warmth of her hair from the top of her head.

The satisfaction brought by that bowl of sweet porridge gradually subsided, and a deeper, more primal emotion quietly rose up, like the slow-moving undercurrent in the deep sea in a documentary.

Her faint, unique scent, a blend of sweet strawberry fragrance and the refreshing coolness of shampoo, wafted into Chen Mo's nostrils, stirring his heartstrings more than any sweet words.

He lowered his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against Su Yuqing's forehead.

Su Yuqing's body tensed almost imperceptibly for a moment, and her fingertips, which were winding around the thread, also paused.

She didn't move or open her eyes, but her originally steady breathing seemed to become shallower, with a hint of breathlessness.

Chen Mo's gaze fell on her profile, which was so close to his.

Under the light, her delicate skin had a thin layer of pink on her cheeks, and her small earlobes were as red as ripe cherries, fragile yet alluring.

Chen Mo's Adam's apple bobbed silently, and that familiar burning sensation in his chest surged again, even more intensely than when he was interrupted in the kitchen.

His arms, which were wrapped around her shoulders, slowly and tentatively tightened, drawing her closer into his embrace.

This action broke the stillness of their snuggling.

Su Yuqing finally couldn't hold back any longer; her eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes appeared exceptionally moist and bright in the light, carrying a hint of waking-up confusion and lingering shyness, which went straight into Chen Mo's deep, turbulent eyes.

There was no jesting, no jokes, only a focused, almost burning desire, clearly reflecting her figure.

The air instantly became viscous and scorching hot.

The narration in the documentary and the low hum of the air conditioner seemed to be isolated by an invisible film, leaving only the intertwined breaths and the drumming heartbeats of the two people in the world—whether his or hers, or perhaps they had already resonated together, making the eardrums buzz.

Chen Mo's hand, which had been supporting him at his side, had somehow moved to Su Yuqing's waist. Through the thin fabric of her clothes, the burning heat of his palm was clearly transmitted to her body.

This aroused Su Yuqing's interest, and she moved even closer to him.

"Yuqing..." he called her name softly, his voice hoarse but with a magnetic quality that could pierce the soul.

Su Yuqing's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She looked at his handsome face, which was getting bigger and bigger, at the intense emotions in his eyes, at his slightly parted lips, which were clearly aimed at her… Overwhelmed with shyness, she instinctively wanted to run away, but her body felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she leaned limply against his chest, unable to move.

A stronger expectation and longing, like vines, tightly entwined her heart, making her irresistibly tilt her face slightly upward.

This time, there was no thunderous doorbell.

Chen Mo's lips, with tentative tenderness, finally and gently landed on her lips.

Unlike that first kiss under the fireworks, which carried the salty sea breeze and had a tremendous impact.

This was a sweet kiss, brewing for a long time in a quiet, warm home, filled with both impulsiveness and restraint. It began with extremely gentle touches, like feathers brushing against flower petals, cherished with care, feeling the softness and coolness of each other's lips.

But that spark ignited a prairie fire in an instant.

Chen Mo's kiss quickly deepened, carrying a long-suppressed desire and an undeniable possessiveness.

He took her trembling lower lip into his mouth and kissed it gently, his tongue burning hot as he tentatively and patiently traced the shape of her lips, inviting her response.

Su Yuqing's mind went blank, all her senses focused on the chilling sensation between her lips and teeth.

That tingling, throbbing sensation surged up from my tailbone again, more intense than ever before.

She awkwardly, with immense shyness, slightly opened her mouth to welcome his exploration.

The moment their tongues touched, they both felt as if they were struck by an electric current, and simultaneously let out a muffled, satisfied sigh.

Chen Mo tightened his arms around her, almost as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

He kissed her deeply, with an almost devout infatuation, inhaling her sweet scent and exchanging each other's burning breath.

His other hand caressed her cheek, his fingertips calloused, gentle yet with an irresistible force, drawing her closer to him.

Su Yuqing's body went completely limp, and she could only cling to him helplessly, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the fabric of his chest.

She passively endured the lingering, passionate kiss, responding shyly, each light touch of her tongue sending a shiver down her spine.

The dizzying pleasure she had experienced before surged back like a tidal wave, completely engulfing her in this hot and sweet vortex he was in control of.

The documentary's light and shadow silently shifted on the wall, as schools of deep-sea fish swam leisurely by.

The two, nestled together on the sofa, were finally able to immerse themselves in this belated, more tender and passionate kiss than they had imagined, exploring each other and confirming the budding yet already intense love they shared.

The only sounds in the air were the soft rustling of their lips and the two of them breathing heavily and rapidly.

Time seemed to freeze and stretch out in the thick, sweet air.

That deep kiss was like a gentle storm that swept everything away, making both of them temporarily forget everything around them.

Only when his lungs were exhausted and his rapid breathing drowned out the sounds of their lingering kiss did Chen Mo reluctantly and very slowly release her lips.

However, the separation was only momentary.

His forehead pressed against hers, his nose nuzzling hers intimately, their hot breaths mingling together, even more intense than before.

His deep eyes were inches away, and the undercurrents within them had not subsided; on the contrary, they burned even more fiercely because of the exploration they had just had, locking onto her with an insatiable desire.

Su Yuqing was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her cheeks burning hot, and her watery eyes seemed to be veiled in a misty haze, hazy yet filled with the bewilderment and shock of tasting desire again.

She didn't even dare to look into his eyes; her long eyelashes fluttered frantically like startled butterfly wings, and her gaze could only fall helplessly on his neck, which was also flushed, and his slightly moving Adam's apple.

Chen Mo, on the other hand, was currently greedily gazing at Su Yuqing's shy expression. (End of Chapter)