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

After the hairdryer was turned off, the room suddenly became very quiet.

Su Wei patted the stray hairs off her hands.

Looking down at Yang Mi's head, he said, seeking praise:

"Alright, Mr. Yang, are you satisfied?"

Yang Mi tossed her hair in front of the mirror, slowly stood up, and turned around.

The hem of the bathrobe swept past her calves, and the neckline slipped down a little, revealing the lace edge near her collarbone.

She raised her hand to tuck a stray hair behind her ear, slightly raised her chin, and with a smirk at the corner of her eye, she haughtily snorted:

"It's just so-so."

Su Wei found it amusing to look at her arrogant attitude.

He placed the hairdryer on the table, watching her retreating figure, with only one thought in his mind:

Stubborn to the end. We'll see how stubborn you are then.

The bathrobe was loosely draped over her body, revealing her shoulders, neck, and fair calves.

She took two steps barefoot, and her toes curled up unconsciously.

I walked to the bedside and sat down; the mattress sank in slightly.

She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with a hint of provocation, yet also a subtle sense of anticipation.

Su Wei finally lifted her foot and walked towards her.

He turned off the main light in the room, leaving only the reading lamp by the bedside.

The warm yellow light shone down, illuminating just that small area on the bed.

Yang Mi stood up and turned to face him.

Her fingers gripped the collar of her bathrobe, pausing for about two seconds.

Then she took her bathrobe off her shoulders, not quickly, even a little slowly.

After the bathrobe slipped off, the first thing that caught Su Wei's eye was the jet-black nightgown.

Delicate lace is crocheted into a net, hanging loosely from the shoulders.

The two satin straps shimmered with a subtle light, making the lines of her shoulders and neck even more beautiful.

The skirt barely covered her thighs, and the mesh fabric rippled very slightly against her body.

Below that were a pair of straight, slender legs, barefoot on the carpet, with smooth, rounded ankles.

She stood by the bed, not striking any poses, just standing there.

Although she was strong and composed, her ears were already bright red, the color spreading from her earlobes all the way down to the side of her neck.

She placed her fingers on her side and pinched her palm with her fingertips.

Su Wei sat up in bed.

His gaze traveled down her face and then back down.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing became noticeably faster.

But he didn't rush to do anything.

Yang Mi took two steps forward.

She walked up to him, stopped, and looked down at him.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something but then swallowed it back.

After about two seconds, she spoke, her voice very soft.

She herself hadn't expected the volume to be so low:

"...Is it pretty?"

The voice trembled slightly, sounding unlike her usual way of speaking.

After asking the question, she pursed her lips and clenched her fist at her side.

Su Wei looked up at her.

The light shone from behind her, casting a warm halo around her hair.

He reached out and grasped her wrist, his voice hoarse:

"nice."

He paused, then added earnestly:

You look your best right now.

Yang Mi hadn't expected him to be so blunt, and her face flushed instantly. She raised her hand and patted him lightly.

"They just say nice things to coax me."

"The truth."

Su Wei exerted a little force and gently pulled her towards her.

The force was not great.

But Yang Mi took half a step forward following his force.

The two looked into each other's eyes; she looked down at him, and he looked up at her.

The room was so quiet that you could hear two people's heartbeats.

Her breathing was shallow and rapid, his deep and slow.

He raised his hand and touched her face.

His fingertips gently slid from her cheekbone to the corner of her lips.

He gently rubbed his thumb against her lower lip.

It has a soft texture and a slightly oily feel, like lip balm.

Her lips parted slightly beneath his fingertips, and her breath was warm.

He leaned in to kiss her, but misjudged the distance, and the tip of his nose bumped into the tip of hers first.

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

Yang Mi's lips curled up, but before she could even smile, her lips sealed her smile.

This kiss was slower than the one in the props storeroom.

It wasn't a hasty, conquering kiss, but a tentative one.

He kissed her upper lip first, then her lower lip, and then gently touched the crevice of her lips with the tip of his tongue.

She raised her hand from her side.

First, I put my arm around his shoulder, and then slowly climbed up.

She ran her fingers through the still-damp hair at the back of his head.

Su Wei's hands were also busy.

His hand moved up her waist, pausing when his fingertips touched the lace fabric.

The fabric was so thin that he could feel the temperature of her skin even through the lace.

Su Wei's breathing became increasingly heavy.

When I slipped my hand under the hem of her nightgown, I could clearly feel the muscles in her waist and abdomen tense up instantly.

And there was her suppressed breathy voice pressed against his shoulder.

He paused, softened his grip, and gently soothed her waist with his palm.

The kiss moved from the corner of her mouth to behind her ear, and he whispered a coaxing sound:

"Relax."

Yang Mi bit her lip and didn't say anything, but she loosened her grip on his clothes a little and her body slowly went limp.

Su Wei gently laid her down on the bed.

Yang Mi obediently lay back down.

Her back sank into the bedding, her hair was scattered on the white pillow, and a few strands of hair clung to her slightly damp neck.

She crossed her hands over her chest, her fingers slightly curled, the fingertips pressing against her collarbone.

It wasn't a pretentious pose, but rather the instinctive shyness of a young woman.

Her shoulders were tense, and her collarbones were more prominent than usual.

His legs were together and slightly bent.

He propped himself up and looked down at her.

He gently brushed aside the hair stuck to the corner of her mouth, his fingertips brushing against her cheek.

Then he bent down again and looked at her carefully from top to bottom.

She lay on the bed, the light shining from the side, casting a small shadow below her collarbone.

Her eyelashes were long, casting two faint shadows under the light, trembling slightly.

Her lips were slightly swollen from being kissed and were parted slightly.

Yang Mi couldn't stand his gaze and turned her face away.

Have you seen enough?

The sound was muffled, coming from under the pillow.

Su Wei did not answer.

He lowered his head and his lips touched her forehead.

Then, follow the path down from the center of the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, and the corners of the mouth.

He would pause after each kiss to observe her reaction.

Su Wei brushed away the stray hairs clinging to her cheek.

Looking at her under the lamp, her hair was spread out on the white pillow, her fox-like eyes were half-closed, and the corners of her eyes were red.

Her usual quick wit was completely gone, leaving only a wet, seductive look.

She placed her hands together in front of her chest, her fingertips slightly curled, and gently crossed her legs, rubbing them together.

Her skirt had slipped up a little, and she instinctively pulled it down again.

This sight is more arousing than any straightforward charm.

His hand slowly moved down her body.

She flinched slightly as her fingertips brushed against her shoulder.

She held her breath when her palm touched her collarbone.

As her fingertips slowly traced the curve of her waist downwards, she finally couldn't resist.

A soft, coquettish sound escaped from deep within her throat.

His fingers hooked the straps of her nightgown as they slipped off her shoulders.

Yang Mi shrugged her shoulders slightly, then slowly lowered them back down.

He pushed the fabric of the nightgown down little by little.

With each new inch of skin exposed, his breathing became heavier.

He reached out and touched the small patch of skin that had just been exposed on her side.

She shuddered, as if struck by an electric current.

"cold?"

he asks.

"……no."

Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

He continued.

When the nightgown was completely removed, he paused and glanced at her.

Yang Mi closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips were pursed.

She turned her face to one side, buried the tip of her nose in the pillow, and the tips of her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed.

Her body was slightly tense, and the muscles in her waist and abdomen were twitching gently.

That was a reaction of tension and anticipation mixed together.

Su Wei leaned down, his lips close to her ear, his voice low and slightly breathless:

"Mi Mi...look at me."

Yang Mi did not move.

He repeated it again, this time in an even softer voice, almost a whisper:

"Look at me."

Yang Mi slowly turned her face and opened her eyes.

Her eyes were slightly red at the corners, whether from shyness or from the kiss she had just received, it was hard to tell.

She looked at Su Wei, and Su Wei looked at her too.

Their faces were less than ten centimeters apart, and their breaths were hitting each other's faces.

Su Wei smiled.

He rubbed the corner of her eye with his thumb, wiping away the tiny bit of moisture that hadn't yet overflowed.

Then he kissed her.

……

Su Wei kept kissing her forehead, the corners of her eyes, and the tip of her nose.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

The sound was too soft and was drowned out by her panting.

Yang Mi didn't hear clearly, and she didn't ask.

Her fingers gripped his back the whole time, her nails occasionally digging into his skin.

Then it will immediately loosen and replace it with its palm.

On one occasion, Yang Mi looked up.

She whispered in his ear, "Slow down."

Upon hearing this, Su Wei slowed down her pace.

He propped himself up and looked at her.

Her chest heaved violently, and sweat slid down her forehead and dripped onto her collarbone.

He raised his hand and wiped away the drop of sweat.

Then he lowered his head and gently bit her collarbone, with very light force.

later……

Yang Mi nestled limply in Su Wei's arms.

Her hair was covering half her face, her mouth was slightly open, and her breathing hadn't completely calmed down.

Her fingers rested on Su Wei's chest.

Unconsciously, she was drawing circles below his collarbone.

Su Wei pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulders and hugged her closer.

"What were you trying to say?"

Yang Mi's voice came from under the covers, muffled.

"It was... what you said in my ear back then."

Su Wei glanced down at her, thought for a moment, and then smiled:

"I said, you smell so good."

Yang Mi looked up at him, a slight smile playing on her lips, before burying her face back into his chest.

"Hmph, of course."

After saying that, they both laughed.

……

After a while, Su Wei lifted her out of bed and carried her into the bathroom.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, rested her face on his shoulder, and was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open.

When warm water is poured down from above.

She leaned against him, motionless, letting him wash her.

When she lay back down on the bed, she was so sleepy.

Su Wei tucked the blanket around her, then hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head.

When Su Wei woke up the next day, a thin beam of white light shone through the gap in the curtains and fell right on the foot of the bed.

Yang Mi was still fast asleep in his arms.

She curled up beside him, knees touching knees, forehead against his shoulder.

The blanket covered his chin, leaving only half of his face and a hand resting on the pillow.

Her breathing was light and even, and her eyelashes occasionally fluttered, brushing against his collarbone.

She must have been dreaming about something; her brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a muffled groan.

Su Wei reached out and gently rubbed the center of her brow with her fingertips, smoothing out the shallow wrinkle.

She wrinkled her nose, but didn't wake up.

He lowered his head and placed a very light kiss on her forehead.

She may have sensed his actions in her dream.

She murmured something, her voice muffled and sticky in her throat:

"Sweetie, stop fooling around, I'm so sleepy."

Su Wei didn't move again.

He couldn't remember exactly how many times he had sex last night, but he managed to have a decent time.

He still vividly remembered the scene of Yang Mi crying and begging for mercy.

He pulled the blanket up to cover her exposed shoulders.

Then he hugged her again.

He looked down at Yang Mi, who was nestled in his arms, her hair covering half her face and her lips slightly parted.

Sleeping like a contented cat, completely unguarded.

Su Wei then held her and lay down again.

I took a nap, and now I'm a little hungry.

So I got ready to get up.

His arm, which was pressing against her neck, had long since gone numb, but he dared not move it too much and slowly pulled it out.

Halfway through the draw, Yang Mi groaned in her sleep and rolled over to snuggle closer to him.

He immediately held his breath and froze.

Once her breathing returned to normal, she carefully withdrew her hand completely and shook her numb arm.

He quietly got out of bed, washed up, changed his clothes, and left, closing the door behind him.

A short while later.

I had just returned to my room and set out breakfast when I heard a rustling sound behind me.

He turned around and saw Yang Mi stretch out an arm from under the covers, raise it above her head, and stretch lazily.

"woke up?"

He leaned against the table and laughed, "I thought you were going to sleep until noon, and I was just about to eat by myself first."

Yang Mi pulled her arm back, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and propped herself up to sit up.

Her hair was a mess, scattered in front of her face. She casually tucked it behind her ear and glared at him.

"Su Wei, you bastard... What did you take the wrong medicine last night? My back is about to break."

She was up until the wee hours last night, and now her whole body aches.

Especially the lower back; it feels heavy even with the slightest movement.

Su Wei didn't refute, but leaned against the table and gestured with her chin towards the breakfast on it:

"Wash up and have dinner."

Yang Mi snorted and threw off the covers, preparing to get out of bed.

The movement was a bit too forceful, and the blanket slipped down her shoulders.

Large areas of skin were exposed to the cool morning air without warning.

Su Wei's hand, holding the soy milk cup, froze in mid-air.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment.

Then he put the soy milk cup back on the table.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his voice carried a faint hint of amusement.

"Quite arrogant."

Yang Mi followed his gaze and looked down at herself, then looked up at his ambiguous smile.

She grabbed the pillow next to her and swung it at Su Wei's face.

"What are you looking at! Didn't you get enough of looking last night?!"

Su Wei bent down to pick it up, patted off the dust, and put it back at the foot of the bed.

The expression on his face was somewhere between "funny" and "innocent".