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

As soon as Su Wei finished speaking those arrogant words.

With a "buzzing" sound.

Yang Mi's mind went blank on the spot.

The heat instantly shot up from the tips of my ears and traveled down my neck, making the base of my neck feel hot.

She opened her mouth, intending to call him "shameless," but the words caught in her throat.

Her heart raced wildly whenever she recalled the fragmented images from that night.

However, feeling both ashamed and angry, she raised her chin and stubbornly retorted:

"What are you pretending for? Aren't you saying the same thing to everyone?"

Besides, you clearly benefited from it.

Who are you trying to fool with this smug, self-satisfied act?

"Hmm, how can that be the same?"

Su Wei frowned, immediately becoming displeased, and retorted confidently.

"How can your first time, which is the first time of a woman in her twenties, be compared to the first time of an eighteen-year-old young man like me?"

I don't care, you have to compensate me.

Su Wei acted as if she herself had been the one who suffered a loss.

The moment I heard the words "old woman".

Yang Mi's anger surged straight to the top of his head.

She clenched her back teeth tightly, and even her temples throbbed with emotion.

His breath caught in his throat, his chest heaved violently, and the edges of his vision were flushed red.

Women hate it when others bring up their age.

What's more, being called an old woman to her face by a guy who's several years younger than her.

Su Wei was still feeling smug when she saw her eyes suddenly turn fierce.

Without the slightest warning.

She suddenly bent her right knee and slammed it into his groin below the abdomen.

The action was swift and ruthless, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Clearly, his words had hit Yang Mi where it hurt.

Fortunately, Su Wei had taken precautions.

The moment her eyes turned fierce, he instinctively tensed up.

The knees rose almost simultaneously, and the muscles on the outside of the thighs took the hit head-on.

A muffled thud.

Su Wei groaned, her brows furrowing tightly.

My thigh muscle twitched uncontrollably.

This woman can really be fierce when she gets angry; her knee hitting his thigh did hurt a bit.

He subconsciously took a small step back and inhaled a breath to calm himself.

"That ruthless?"

He glanced down at his legs, then looked up with a smile playing on his lips, and said jokingly.

"You murdered your husband?"

Yang Mi's attack missed its mark, which fueled his anger even more.

Before he could regain his footing, she took half a step forward, stood on tiptoe, and bit his shoulder hard.

Through her coat and the shirt underneath, she used almost all her strength.

His teeth were embedded deep in the fabric; he wished he could bite off a piece of flesh to vent his anger.

Su Wei gasped in pain, her shoulder muscles tensing instantly.

However, he did not push her away.

Instead, he reached out and firmly held her waist with one hand, while scooping his other hand under her knees.

With his palm pressed against the fabric of her trousers on the outside of her leg, he gently lifted her up with a slight force.

Yang Mi suddenly felt her feet sink into the ground, and she instantly lost her balance.

Startled, she immediately released her mouth, letting out a short, low gasp.

Her hand instinctively reached forward and wrapped tightly around his neck.

Her toes were a few inches off the ground, and most of her weight was on his arm.

His other leg instinctively curled up, landing right next to his waist.

The posture between the two suddenly became extremely ambiguous.

She was practically hanging on him, her face less than an inch from his jawline.

Their breaths mingled together.

The temperature on the side of his neck was incredibly hot, and it seeped into her heart along her arm.

Yang Mi was stunned for a full two seconds before she reacted.

Just as she was about to struggle down, his hand on her waist tightened, pulling her closer to him and completely eliminating any possibility of her falling.

"Don't move!"

Su Wei's voice was low and a little hoarse.

A magnetic voice rang in her ears, making her eardrums tingle.

Yang Mi stiffened and looked up, meeting his eyes.

The warehouse was dark inside, with only a sliver of light coming in from the direction of the door, outlining the contours of his face.

But his eyes were very bright.

Her image was clearly reflected in his deep black pupils.

They were so close that she could clearly count the number of his eyelashes and feel his warm breath brushing against her lips.

Time seemed to stop for half a second at that moment.

Yang Mi forgot to struggle, forgot to curse, and even her wildly beating heart seemed to skip a beat.

She watched as his gaze slowly moved down to her lips, his eyes gradually darkening.

She held her breath.

The next second, he lowered his head and precisely captured her lips.

Yang Mi's body froze instantly.

All the profanities, rebuttals, and angry curses that were on the tip of his tongue were stuck in his throat, turning into only a muffled groan that leaked out softly from his nose.

Her first reaction was to push him. She placed her palm on his collarbone and pushed outward with considerable force, causing his shoulder to sway backward.

But he didn't back away.

His hands, which were around her waist, tightened even more, pulling her completely into his embrace, leaving no gap between them.

She pushed it a second time.

This time the force was much lighter. When her fingertips touched the hot skin on the side of his neck, he recoiled as if he had been burned, more like a perfunctory resistance.

After that push, her hand didn't move again. Her fingers slowly tightened, gripping the back of his collar, her knuckles turning white.

The warehouse was completely silent.

Only the sound of their intertwined breathing grew heavier and more rapid, along with the soft rustling of their lips touching.

The scent of camphor from the old costumes, the smell of dust in the air, and a faint fragrance belonging to the two of them.

At this moment, everything was mixed together, seeping into the nasal cavity and making people dizzy.

Yang Mi closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently, the coldness on her back contrasting sharply with the heat in front of her.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was fully conscious or already caught up in this mess.

They didn't know how much time had passed, until they were almost out of air and their chests ached from the tightness, before they slowly separated.

Su Wei's breathing was also heavy, her chest heaving violently.

He looked down at the person in his arms. Yang Mi's eyes were red at the corners, her eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of water, and her lips were swollen and moist from being kissed.

She nestled in his arms, looking up at him with a lingering anger mixed with a hint of bewilderment in her eyes.

Although it looks fierce, it has no intimidating power whatsoever, completely different from its previous aggressive and menacing demeanor.

He smiled slightly, pleased with Yang Mi's reaction.

Her body is also very honest.

He raised his thumb, the pad of which had a slight callus, and gently brushed it against the corner of her swollen lips.

A soft, squishy sensation travels from your fingertips.

He rubbed against her a couple of times, and seeing her eyes widen suddenly, as if she was about to explode again, he slowly withdrew his hand.