Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

Without further hesitation, Su Wei lowered her head and pressed her lips back to the mole on her collarbone.

The wind is still blowing outside the window.

But the sounds in the room drowned it out.

Their breaths mingled, growing ever tighter and tighter.

After that, everything happened violently but not smoothly.

The first time, he was flustered and almost made a stupid mistake several times.

Fortunately, the biological instincts ingrained in my bones didn't fail me at the crucial moment.

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After it was over, he lay in her arms, his eyes blurred with sweat, unable to see anything clearly.

He felt her fingers running through his hair, stroking it gently, like petting a large dog.

Yang Mi rested for a while, and once she was ready, she was ready to take action again.

One leg just crossed his waist.

I propped myself up halfway on the bed with my hands.

He kept shouting and yelling.

"Ah, I want to be on top."

Although his voice was a little hoarse, he was still very arrogant.

Her hair fell over her shoulders, the ends brushing against his face, and it smelled of shampoo.

Su Wei laughed at that moment.

He reached out and grabbed her slender waist, then forcefully flipped her over and pressed her back down.

Her strength as a girl was no match for his; she was pinned down before she could even move.

joke.

If this girl succeeds this time...

Given Yang Mi's personality, wouldn't she eventually rebel against heaven?

Although she was suppressed, she remained defiant.

It was still struggling even while being pinned down, like a fish that had been brought ashore.

He kicked his legs a few times, his knee hitting his thigh, and kept jumping, but unfortunately, the force was pitifully weak.

Seeing that Su Wei wasn't buying it, she changed her strategy.

She stopped struggling and instead wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering in his ear with an alluring voice that teased him with every word.

She is regaining control of the game in a different way.

Su Wei almost fell for this vixen's trick.

Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and held on in the end.

That night was like a tug-of-war.

Although she was the loser, she was still restless despite the defeat.

He organized countless counterattacks, but each time they showed signs of turning the tide, he suppressed them.

Then she was suppressed.

Brutal and merciless repression.

She let out a muffled groan, then bit her lip or something else, I don't know.

In short, that muffled groan contained a barely suppressed laugh.

Later, he had a tooth mark on his shoulder.

Not too deep, not too shallow, just enough to see two rows of teeth marks.

She bit him when he wasn't looking, and after she finished, she licked it with the tip of her tongue, as if she were stamping her work.

After several rounds of back-and-forth, Yang Mi's counterattacks all failed.

She finally ran out of strength.

With her last bit of strength, she kicked the blanket, the white blanket was kicked open a corner, and cold air rushed in, raising a fine layer of goosebumps on her calves.

Su Wei reached out and pulled the blanket back to cover her.

She curled up in his arms, like a cat whose fur had finally been stroked.

The breathing changed from rapid to long and even, and then from long and even to even and even.

Her hair covered half her face, her mouth was slightly open, and she was sleeping soundly without any guard.

Su Wei lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.

The teeth marks on my shoulder are still faintly itchy.

The room was very quiet.

The only sounds were the air conditioner and her soft breathing against his chest.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, and the wind outside had stopped sometime ago. Occasionally, the sound of a car passing by could be heard from the windowsill.

The excitement in his mind hadn't completely dissipated.

He closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, replaying the images from earlier in his mind over and over again.

Each scene unfolded before my eyes like a film reel, frame by frame.

The way she lifted her chin and brought her neck to his lips.

His sweat dripped onto her face, and she didn't wipe it off.

The way her fingers were running through his hair.

The feeling of her tongue brushing against his skin as she bit his shoulder.

hiss--!!!

Before I closed my eyes, only one thought remained in my mind:

He had preserved his virginity for a full eighteen years, and just like that, it was lost.

But he only thought about it for a moment, then looked down at Yang Mi, who was nestled in his arms.

Her eyelashes were long, casting two faint shadows in the last bit of light from the bedside lamp.

His lips were a little swollen; he couldn't tell whether he had bitten them or bumped them.

It seems like I benefited more from this situation.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, drowsiness finally washed over me like a tidal wave.

He reached for the light switch on the bedside table and turned off the light with a click.

Darkness descended, and he held her close, closing his eyes.

Su Wei was woken up by a bright light the next day.

White light slanted in through the gap in the curtains and shone directly on his eyelids.

He squinted and rolled over, his arm instinctively reaching to the side and slapping his palm on the sheets.

empty.

The bed is already cold, which means the person has been gone for quite some time.

He propped himself up and glanced around the room.

Only his clothes remained on the chair; her down jacket, sweater, bag, and shoes were all gone.

If it weren't for the faint scent still lingering in the air, he would have thought he was dreaming.

There was only a glass of plain water on the bedside table.

I don't know if she put it there before she left or if it was there last night.

Su Wei sat on the bed for a while, trying to process what was happening.

For about half a minute, he just sat there, his hair a mess, the blanket piled on his waist, and his eyes a little unfocused.

Then he scratched his hair, threw off the covers, and got out of bed.

I went into the bathroom and took a shower.

The hot water finally brought me fully awake.

Water poured down my head, running down my shoulders, and stung a little as it washed over the teeth mark on my shoulder.

He glanced down and saw two rows of faint red marks, which he estimated would disappear in half a day.

He stood under the shower for a while, rinsing the foam out of his hair.

The scenes from last night floated through my mind along with the flowing water, appearing intermittently.

Some scenes are so clear they're like slow motion, while others are just blurry tactile sensations and smells.

After washing up, I came out of the bathroom.

With his hair half-dry, he sat down in a chair and took his phone out of his pocket.

He first checked the unread text messages.

Thankfully, there was nothing there.

There were no text messages or phone calls from him.

Xiao Wu did send a message around 7 a.m., asking him what time he would arrive at the film set that day.

He typed a few words back: "I'll be there soon."

After sending the message, he placed his phone face down on his lap, leaned back in his chair, and stared blankly at the opposite wall for a while.

The wall was decorated with a printed landscape painting, featuring fake flowers, grass, and mountains, and the colors were terribly garish.

He looked at the painting, but his mind was elsewhere.

How did they suddenly end up like this? He tried to recall what had happened over the past period of time, but still had no clue.

And when did she leave, and why didn't she wait for him to wake up?

What was she thinking...?