Tang Yang’s delicate ear lobes felt as if they were on fire, and her legs were so weak she could barely stand. Her eyelashes fluttered as she turned her head to seek Jiang Shiyan’s lips. Finding the corner of his mouth, she rose slightly on her tiptoes and captured his lower lip, releasing it a little before capturing it again. After a few such exchanges, their breaths mingled and became familiar. Tang Yang cautiously and inexpediently extended the tip of her tongue.
At first, both of their lips were slightly dry. As their lips and tongues intertwined, moisture and warmth were exchanged. Since Tang Yang had taken the initiative, she was the one advancing. She carefully explored inward, while Jiang Shiyan touched her, indulgently retreating. Or rather, he was evading.
Tang Yang moved left, he moved right. Tang Yang moved forward, he moved back. That thread of warmth was just ahead, tantalizingly close, occasionally brushing against each other, yet always just out of reach.
Tang Yang felt as if a furry cat’s paw was gently scratching her neck, making her heart tingle and her whole body go limp. As the feeling of yearning grew slightly frustrating, Jiang Shiyan suddenly controlled his strength and enveloped her.
Strictly speaking, this was their first deep kiss. To be more precise, this was their first deep kiss together.
It was scorching and intoxicating. They were reluctant to part.
Jiang Shiyan leaned against the wall, his back supported by it, his legs extended forward to lower his height and center of gravity.
Tang Yang’s hands, which had been around his waist, were now clutching his collar. Between breaths, gasps, and kisses, they slowly moved downward, grasping the hem of his shirt for support, barely steadying her body that had gone weak.
Once again, Tang Yang’s face turned bright red as she pulled away to take deep breaths.
Jiang Shiyan’s nose touched her flushed nose, gently nuzzling it. “When you were particularly naughty in your first year of high school, you liked to pinch my belly. Do you still want to pinch it now?”
His voice was low and husky. Tang Yang froze, lowering her gaze in embarrassment.
She defended herself in a soft voice, “Your, your little belly back then was really cute, and particularly soft. When you poked it, it would bounce back on its own.”
Though Tang Yang was slightly chubby at that time, her abdomen was flat, which was why she liked it so much.
“So, do you still want to pinch it?” Jiang Shiyan cupped her face, kissing her throat and then tracing the line of her neck back to the corner of her lips with tender, lingering kisses.
Tang Yang’s throat bobbed uncontrollably. “Is… is there still any now…”
After nearly half an hour without turning on the lights, both had adjusted to the darkness. Jiang Shiyan seemed to laugh, or perhaps he didn’t. He pressed the back of one hand against the wall, cradling Tang Yang’s head with his palm, while his other hand grasped both of Tang Yang’s small hands at the wrists.
Tang Yang licked her lips, not struggling.
Jiang Shiyan’s half-closed eyes were like the sea before dawn, but the smile at the corner of his lips was lazy and alluring. His hoodie was a designer piece with a zipper on the upper half. With a low, lingering laugh, he guided Tang Yang’s hand to the zipper and, with a subtle hint of guidance, led her to slowly pull down the zipper of his top, revealing his lean chest.
Jiang Shiyan’s muscles were well-developed and elongated, every line perfectly sculpted.
In the semi-revealed state, Tang Yang licked her lips again.
As the zipper reached the bottom, Jiang Shiyan smiled, pecking the corner of her lips while guiding her hand under his shirt, slowly moving upward. She curled her fingers slightly, caressing him as Jiang Shiyan covered the softness of her chest, kissing her more deeply and heavily.
Tang Yang’s mind was already in a haze, her breathing ragged as she instinctively traced the muscles of his abdomen.
One, two… seven, eight.
Then further down.
Jiang Shiyan’s hand cradling Tang Yang’s head suddenly tightened, his fingers sinking into her hair.
Lips pressed against lips, both breathing heavily.
“Yang Yang,” Jiang Shiyan closed his eyes, “I have little self-control when it comes to you…”
Tang Yang’s hand stopped just above where his Adonis belt met.
“So…” she swallowed, her eyes seeming to hold a layer of mist.
“Don’t go lower.” Each of Jiang Shiyan’s words was squeezed out as he felt the fire raging through his body, accumulating and ready to burst.
Tang Yang understood his meaning, a glint of brightness flashing in her watery eyes.
Her face was already flushed red, but her hands wrapped around his narrow waist. She smiled too, retaliating by blowing air like he had done earlier. Her fingers played along his spine, lightly tapping each vertebra downward. “If you tell me not to go lower, I won’t… Is that so shameless?”
Her little finger mischievously pressed against Jiang Shiyan’s tailbone.
Jiang Shiyan suddenly pinned her against the wall, his body pressing tightly against hers. In a flash, his scorching breath fanned over her ear, his narrow waist threateningly pushing forward.
Just right, and perfectly so.
Tang Yang’s legs were weak, her eyelashes fluttering, at a loss for what to do.
Tang Yang had dated Song Jing before, but their intimacy had never approached the R-18 territory.
Let alone something this tangible, palpable, with such a dangerous aura of hormones.
But if something were really to happen if there was something…
She thought she would… probably… not refuse, right?
“Jiang Shiyan…” she called out tentatively.
Jiang Shiyan turned his head, once again accurately and directly kissing her lips.
This kiss was wrapped in infatuation. The two were like two drifting boats, coming and going, clinging tightly to each other amidst the waves.
Tang Yang touched the wound on Jiang Shiyan’s waist, causing him to inhale sharply. Tang Yang avoided his wound. Tang Yang’s clothes were already crumpled, resembling the clumsy work of a child.
Outside Tang Yang’s living room was an open-air balcony, the sounds of the night creating a serene atmosphere.
Jiang Shiyan, aroused because of her, held her, lying on top of her, slowly calming his fire.
Tang Yang knew his wound hadn’t fully healed and didn’t dare to tease him further.
Jiang Shiyan wanted something to happen, and he knew Tang Yang would be willing, whether out of friendship or as an adult, but he couldn’t bear to. He loved his Yang Yang, he held his Yang Yang in the palm of his hand, and he wanted to stay with his Yang Yang forever. He kissed her again and again, unwilling to be rash at this stage of their relationship, after the bout of jealousy.
Lovers entwined, tenderly kissing.
Tang Yang’s face was red, her nose was red, and her ears were red too. Her whole being was like she had just been pulled out of water. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her watery eyes bright and lively.
Jiang Shiyan rested his chin on top of her head, listening to the little lady speak softly, like a cat’s mew.
“Jiang Shiyan,” she said, “Was I being a bit unreasonable before?”
Jiang Shiyan: “I like it.”
Tang Yang obediently reflected: “I was the one who didn’t reply to your messages. You didn’t hide anything from me, you were still explaining, and I just got angry at you for no reason, even imagining so much.”
“I like it,” Jiang Shiyan laughed deeply.
Tang Yang bit her lip, even more sincerely: “Those words weren’t nice to hear, don’t take them to heart. Can I apologize to you?”
Jiang Shiyan still mysteriously rippled with those three words: “I like it.”
Dealing with an unreasonable Yan-dog, unable to argue, unable even to reflect.
Tang Yang pretended to be embarrassed and annoyed, raising her soft fist to punch him, but the corners of her mouth secretly lifted into a smile.
“Then are you free tomorrow? It’s Saturday, shall we go out and play?” she asked.
“Sure,” Jiang Shiyan finally changed his script.
“Are you tired of holding me like this?” Tang Yang saw him bending over and continued to ask.
“Standing is tiring,” Jiang Shiyan held the soft bundle, glancing at her moist, cherry-like lips, “But holding you isn’t.”
His voice lowered, sexy and satisfied.
Tang Yang buried her hot little face in his embrace and nuzzled, then asked, “Why ‘little moon’?”
Jiang Shiyan had previously told his mother in the hospital that there was a little moon at home.
Jiang Shiyan: “Because when you smile, your eyes curve and your eyebrows curve, just like the moon, crescent-shaped.”
Tang Yang, both shy and sweet, asked, “Then why ‘little cat’?”
Because she’s cute, tsundere, thinking herself mature and aloof, but loves to act coquettishly, more lively and spirited than a rabbit, a soft and fluffy white ball.
Jiang Shiyan’s heart turned a thousand times, but he voiced out to coax the child: “Yang Yang is pretty.”
All at once, the compliment hit Tang Yang’s sweet spot.
Tang Yang occasionally went online, and she remembered that the little cuties in those cat bloggers’ homes were really beautiful. Jiang Shiyan always told the truth.
She thought again, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.
Tang Yang took both her hands and lifted one of Jiang Shiyan’s hands, placing it on top of her head.
“Jiang Shiyan, you don’t like shedding creatures, cats shed fur,” Tang Yang looked up at Jiang Shiyan, speaking slowly but very seriously, “But you can try petting, I only shed hair,” she said in an extremely small voice, “I don’t shed fur.”
Her tone was slightly innocent, slightly aggrieved.
Jiang Shiyan was melted into pieces, “If it’s you, I like it.”
He couldn’t resist kissing the top of the little pitiful one’s head again.
Almost two hours had passed, and they still hadn’t taken off their shoes, just leaning by the door speaking softly about meaningless things.
Jiang Shiyan was very bored in the hospital, so Tang Yang told him about some things that happened at work. As she spoke, even the wind, the weather, and each other’s eyes and mouths became interesting and fun. They kissed here, pinched there.
The soft murmurs continued for a long time before the two straightened up.
“You’ve worked all day, go wash up and sleep early. Poke me when you wake up in the morning,” Jiang Shiyan lightly tapped Tang Yang’s small nose.
“Why isn’t it you poking me when you wake up, why is it that you wake up first and not me?” Tang Yang complained coquettishly.
“You sleep more, I might not be awake either,” Jiang Shiyan explained to the little one, “It’s just that I’ve set all your notifications to special attention with special ringtones.”
So you might wake up first, I might not wake up to my alarm or other ringtones, but I’ll wake up to your ringtone.
Yours is the same.
Tang Yang softly “mmm” -ed, her pinky finger hooked with his, playing: “Good night.”
Jiang Shiyan turned on the light and opened the door: “Sweet dreams.”
Tang Yang held onto the doorknob: “I’ll close the door after I see you go in.”
“Mm,” Jiang Shiyan walked out a step, then thought of something and turned back to Tang Yang, “Tomorrow, that kind of thing, when friends go out it’s called playing, when couples go out alone it can’t be called playing.”
The blush on Tang Yang’s face had faded quite a bit, but hearing these words, it subtly flared up again: “Then…”
Jiang Shiyan, with a smile in his eyes, leaned towards her ear, “Remember tomorrow’s,” he paused, his husky voice slow and clear as he enunciated, “date.”
So, going out with him before was called playing.
Now it’s called a date, a rendezvous.
As Jiang Shiyan straightened up, he casually kissed Tang Yang’s red earlobe and ruffled her soft hair.
“Mm…” Tang Yang responded in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz.
She obediently let him ruffle her hair, watching him enter his room, her earlobes still burning hot.