Whether she had pacified him or Zhou Tingzhao had pacified himself, no teacher could have imagined that two outstanding students ranked among the top in their grade were secretly beginning a relationship right under their noses.

Before this, studying had always been Sang Ru’s top priority. Although somehow Zhou Tingzhao had squeezed into her space midway through, with college entrance exams approaching, in the face of academics, Zhou Tingzhao remained in second place.

The two established three rules.

First, studies took priority—neither had any objection to this. Second, they could kiss at most, nothing else—saying this made Sang Ru’s face turn slightly red, and Zhou Tingzhao’s as well, but both agreed. Third, across the vast distances, they would aim to attend the same university—

Two years later.

The sophomore year curriculum was packed, with no respite even on weekends. Sang Ru finished writing her course project assignment, and outside, it had already grown dark.

Her computer was still on when a message from Li Chenfei popped up. With less than half a month until Sang Ru’s birthday, she asked how Sang Ru planned to celebrate, after all, turning eighteen was an important milestone in adulthood.

Sang Ru had no particular ideas, so she replied: “Something simple, nothing special.”

“Should I come over?”

Sang Ru had just seen this message and hadn’t typed more than a couple of characters when several consecutive messages popped up: “Wait, would I be interfering with your private time with you-know-who?”

“Never mind, you two celebrate by yourselves. I’ll find another time to fly over.”

Sang Ru was speechless: “I see him every day. It’s hard not to have private time. There’s no problem with you coming.”

“Do you know what kind of private time I’m talking about?”

Sang Ru: “…”

“No way,” Li Chenfei replied, “You two haven’t done that yet?”

Sang Ru: “Nope.”

Li Chenfei concluded: “OK, then I definitely shouldn’t come. Wishing you both sexual happiness.”

Sang Ru had thought about being intimate with him, but it was limited to just thinking about it.

She wasn’t comfortable living in communal dormitories, so from freshman year, Zhou Tingzhao had accompanied her in renting an apartment in a neighborhood near the university. They each had their bedroom, and there was almost no crossing of boundaries. On the rare occasions when they engaged in borderline behavior, Zhou Tingzhao would always manage to stop in time.

Sang Ru had no particular preference regarding sexual matters, but his frequent restraint made her more conscious about it.

Zhou Tingzhao had given her a reason—she was still young and shouldn’t do these things while underage. Now with adulthood right around the corner, when Li Chenfei brought up the topic, Sang Ru’s thoughts wandered, her face suddenly burning, yet she couldn’t help feeling some anticipation.

Just then, the other side sent over a link. Li Chenfei said: “Reference material, study well!”

Sang Ru clicked on it, not knowing what to expect. An explicit pop-up advertisement appeared first, instantly making her understand what kind of “reference material” had been sent.

An economics forum exchange conference was being held in the neighboring city. Zhou Tingzhao had gone there yesterday with his course advisor, leaving her alone in the apartment.

Pandora’s box was tempting to open. Sang Ru hesitated before clicking on it, choosing one with a less explicit cover to start playing.

At first, it seemed normal—so normal that Sang Ru almost wondered if she had clicked on the wrong video. The male and female actors were a couple; the man visited the woman’s home, and they even cooked together. The camera lingered on them eating for quite a while, yet nothing happened.

Sang Ru again wondered if there was something wrong with the link, so she dragged the progress bar forward a bit. The internet speed was mediocre; the loading symbol spun in place, taking a long time without showing anything new.

With her expectations greatly diminished, Sang Ru leaned back in her chair and began idly playing with her phone.

After several rounds of gaming, a video call suddenly came through.

Sang Ru answered and saw a person on the screen dressed in a suit, exuding an elite aura that seemed to burst through the screen.

She admitted to herself that her eyes were a bit covetous. Clearing her throat, she asked: “Is it over?”

Zhou Tingzhao loosened his tie: “Mm, just got back to the hotel.”

His facial features were already distinct, and during these two university years, they had grown increasingly sharp. Now, paired with a mature suit, he appeared even more steady and composed like a mature man.

“That outfit looks good.”

The mature man smiled slightly: “Really? I’ll wear it for you when I get back.”

Sang Ru didn’t hesitate at all, quietly gazing at him for a moment before saying: “Do you miss me?”

“Mm.”

“What does ‘mm’ mean?”

Zhou Tingzhao sighed softly, his expression helpless yet indulgent: “It means that after just one day apart, I already want to be by your side right now.”

The person she once couldn’t stand the sight of, now she missed terribly after just a day’s separation. Sang Ru knew what she had told Li Chenfei wasn’t entirely true—time alone with him, no matter how they spent it, was always joyful.

She pouted slightly: “You can’t come back tonight?”

“No, tomorrow I still need to visit a senior expert with my advisor.”

“Alright…”

Seeing her completely undisguised look of disappointment, Zhou Tingzhao suddenly felt as if he had done something wrong. Before he could say comforting words, he suddenly heard strange sounds coming from the other side.

Watching Sang Ru’s expression abruptly change to one of panic, the camera began to shake as she seemed to be fumbling with something.

Zhou Tingzhao urgently asked: “What’s wrong?”

Sang Ru didn’t have time to answer; the phone was put down on the table with a thud, and then some sounds came through more clearly.

It was a series of intense panting and sounds of lovemaking, mixed with another language.

Zhou Tingzhao was stunned, then smiled with a complex expression.

The sound finally disappeared. The phone was picked up again, and Sang Ru, her face flushed, calmly said to him: “It’s nothing now.”

Zhou Tingzhao had a meaningful smile: “Baby, what are you watching?”

“…Nothing.”

“Did I interrupt you?”

“No!” Sang Ru raised her voice and refuted, “I hadn’t seen anything yet, the internet at home is so slow.”

Zhou Tingzhao thoughtfully said, “Oh,” and then added, “I’ll get you a faster one when I get back.”

Sang Ru was speechless, embarrassed to the point where even the roots of her ears were hot: “You’re getting it for yourself to watch these things, right?”

“I don’t watch these.”

Sang Ru opened her eyes in disbelief: “Don’t all men like to watch that?”

Zhou Tingzhao was honest: “I’ve seen a little, but I don’t like it.”

Before Sang Ru could retort, she heard him say: “You’re prettier than they are.”

Sang Ru: “You’re comparing me to that!”

“No,” Zhou Tingzhao said, “To be precise, in terms of sexual arousal, only you can excite me.”

The heat on her face was thoroughly impossible to subside. Sang Ru mumbled softly: “What are you saying…”

Zhou Tingzhao took in all her reactions, and continued: “For example, just now when I found out what you were watching, it stood up.”

Sang Ru was completely dumbfounded. Suddenly, she turned her head to one side. Zhou Tingzhao heard her voice off-screen, trembling slightly: “Don’t say these things.”

“Okay,” Zhou Tingzhao soothed her, “I won’t say any more. When I come back, let me see.”

Sang Ru regained her composure before returning to the frame. Seeing her own extremely flushed face in the small screen while Zhou Tingzhao maintained his composure, she suddenly felt she couldn’t let him have the upper hand.

She glanced at the computer screen, licked her lips, and said: “I saw it go in.”

The computer screen was paused at the moment when the sexual organ entered the orifice. Sang Ru looked away, yet felt an unexpected tingling sensation in her lower body.

Zhou Tingzhao was taken aback: “Hm?”

Sang Ru said, “So that’s what it looks like when it goes inside.”

Hearing her speak with such a studious tone, Zhou Tingzhao almost instantly hardened. He said hoarsely: “What are you talking about, baby?”

In the frame, she moved closer, showing a somewhat unnatural awkwardness, yet with an expression containing a hint of grievance. Sang Ru asked: “When are we going to do it?”

She rarely made such advances, seeming more ascetic compared to when she used to tease him everywhere. Now, suddenly speaking to him this way, Zhou Tingzhao was momentarily surprised and… excited.

He ground his back teeth and said: “Now.”

“Now?” Sang Ru’s eyes widened suddenly. “Are you coming back now?”

“No,” Zhou Tingzhao smiled and asked, “Is the video still playing?”

“It’s paused.”

“Continue playing it.”

Sang Ru blushed even more: “I don’t want to watch anymore!”

“Just ten more seconds,” away from her presence, Zhou Tingzhao grew bolder in his speech, “See how others do it.”

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly pressed a button, and the picture began to move again.

The intense slapping sounds were incessant. Sang Ru initially kept looking at Zhou Tingzhao until he asked her to glance at the video. Only then did she raise her eyes to look. The sound was coming from there; Sang Ru stared directly at the scene before her, gradually feeling her mouth grow dry.

A voice came from her phone: “Ten seconds are up.”

Sang Ru came to her senses and paused it again.

“Did you like it?”

Sang Ru swallowed: “It was okay.”

Zhou Tingzhao had removed his jacket at some point, leaving only the white shirt and tie underneath. He said, “What you just saw, baby, can you describe it to me?”

Sang Ru struggled a little internally, knowing he wanted to tease her. But on second thought, she figured it wasn’t certain who would be teasing whom, so she began: “His… penis kept poking into the girl’s body, her little opening was stretched wide…”

“But his thing isn’t as big as yours.”

Zhou Tingzhao had created his trap: “Is that so?”

Sang Ru made an affirmative sound, and then appeared to raise her leg a bit, looking down as if checking something.

“Mine… I can’t see clearly, it seems even smaller.”

Ignited by her words, Zhou Tingzhao was on fire. He said: “Mm, yours is very small. It takes a lot of rubbing before it opens up enough to take in the head.”

Sang Ru had initially gained the upper hand, but now that he was responding, her momentum surged. She lifted her legs onto the armrests of the chair, lifting the hem of her loungewear.

She moved the phone down, pulled her underwear to the side, aimed the camera at the secret valley between her legs, and said in a moist voice: “Really? I can’t see clearly, help me check again…”

Zhou Tingzhao’s breath caught as he saw that pink place pulsing, the soft flesh squeezed together by the edge of her underwear and her hand. Sensuality surged from the screen.

Seeing his face suddenly flush slightly, Sang Ru deliberately spread her legs wider, adjusting her position, and asked: “Can you see it?”

“Yes,” Zhou Tingzhao said, “It looks hungry.”

The camera angle shifted, changing from that intimate pink to the person he had been thinking about all day.

“I won’t show you anymore.”

Zhou Tingzhao stood up and moved around, feeling the tension ease somewhat. He poured a glass of water and asked her: “What’s wrong?”

“Tired,” Sang Ru took a few steps and lay down on the bed, chin resting on her arms, saying out of the blue, “I’m going to be an adult, Zhou Tingzhao.”

“Mm, September 19th, I remember.”

“I’ll be an adult,” she repeated.

Zhou Tingzhao didn’t catch on: “What gift do you want?”

Sang Ru looked at him glumly for a moment, then suddenly found a place to prop up her phone.

Zhou Tingzhao waited for her answer, but instead saw her kneel up, her hands moving under her clothes for a few moments, then a black fabric flashed past.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

Sang Ru had removed her underwear and sat down as before, spreading her legs toward the camera.

“I’ll be an adult,” she parted the two tender folds, revealing the deep secret entrance within, and said with both embarrassment and annoyance, “Then you can come in.”

Zhou Tingzhao’s hand gripping the cup suddenly tightened. He had originally dismissed the thought, but with her actions and words, it began burning again.

“How to enter?” Zhou Tingzhao said hoarsely, “Like what baby just saw, inserting the whole thing inside?”

“Mm…”

Her response seemed like both confirmation and a moan, so sweet it seemed about to drip.

“When you’re not around, I’ve touched myself secretly.”

Zhou Tingzhao’s temple throbbed: “How did you touch?”

As soon as he finished speaking, that slender, beautiful finger began rubbing up and down along the entrance, extremely slowly, teasing to the point of unbearable itching. She occasionally bent her finger, secretly scratching herself, and said: “Like when you touch me.”

Half-closed eyes opened, Sang Ru’s face was flushed, her gaze both coy and proud. The little princess caught the voyeur: “Don’t think I don’t know. That time when I was drunk and you helped me bathe, you touched me like this too.”

…

Zhou Tingzhao immediately shifted his gaze uncomfortably, his ears turning red.

That time, she had gone out to dinner with friends without him. When Zhou Tingzhao went to pick her up, she was already unconscious from drinking. Afraid she wouldn’t sleep comfortably just like that, he went to the bathroom to help her clean up a bit.

Unexpectedly, though initially well-behaved, once in the bath, she seemed like a different person. Clinging to him and not letting go wasn’t enough; she also got him completely wet, even groping him, and tearfully guiding his hand between her legs, insisting he touch her to make her comfortable, making him unbearably hard.

He endured the torture while she moaned comfortably. Now, bringing this up, she was truly an ungrateful little wolf.

Zhou Tingzhao said all this, but the little princess still stubbornly denied it.

He didn’t argue with her, only asking: “What else did I do?”

Sang Ru frowned, simply pulling her skirt higher. Finding she couldn’t reach that height, she completely undressed.

She held one of her breasts, gently kneading it a few times: “You did this too.”

“Don’t stop below.”

His eyes were filled with heat, as if drilling holes into her. Under his gaze, Sang Ru fondled her breasts and touched her entrance, her whole being almost overwhelmed by pleasure.

She heard him ask: “Does it feel good?”

She couldn’t answer, but her fingers moved faster, occasionally letting out moans and gasps.

Enjoying herself while neglecting him, Sang Ru finally remembered him. While rubbing in circles, she asked: “Can you hear it? There’s so much fluid…”

Zhou Tingzhao had taken out his member when she was absorbed in self-pleasure. Now he held it, moving up and down, his eyes focused on her: “You’re soaking wet. The bedsheet will get wet too.”

Just as he finished speaking, he saw her little bottom lift slightly, sending her private place even more clearly into his view. He heard her murmur: “Don’t want to wash the sheets.”

“I’ll wash them,” Zhou Tingzhao said through gritted teeth, “Don’t spread any wider.”

Sang Ru took a moment to react, probably also seeing his hand moving: “What are you doing?”

“Touching my cock.”

“…I want to see too!”

Zhou Tingzhao’s rationality was already at the edge of collapse. He changed the angle, pointing the camera at his hardened lower body.

The intimidating member greeted her through the camera. Seeing it throb as Zhou Tingzhao moved, the emptiness in Sang Ru’s core grew heavier.

The young girl seemed entranced by the sight, but her hand moved faster and faster. Zhou Tingzhao saw fluid dripping from her entrance, but she remained oblivious, her gaze seemingly glued to what was in his hand.

He was about to burst.

He accelerated his strokes, her gradually unfocused eyes, wet entrance, and unconsciously jutting bottom—everything was his aphrodisiac.

The two masturbated in tacit synchrony until Sang Ru, mouth open, emitted successive, broken moans. Zhou Tingzhao gripped tighter: “Are you already coming, baby?”

Sang Ru made a long “mm” sound, her bottom raised high, her entrance tightening between her legs until nothing could be seen. Then she fell heavily back onto the bed, breathing rapidly.

Zhou Tingzhao was stimulated to dizziness by her. After stroking for a while longer, he finally let go and ejaculated.

Sang Ru was attracted by this sight, staring at it like studying a subject. Zhou Tingzhao nearly hardened again from her gaze and said, “Look how you’ve soaked the bedsheet.”

To his surprise, though somewhat embarrassed, she said: “Then I’ll go to sleep in your room. This place will wait for you to wash when you return.”

“What if you wet my sheets too?”

“I won’t,” she recalled something, her face reddening, her voice growing increasingly small, “Worst case, I’ll plug it with your underwear…”

Zhou Tingzhao paused, then after a long while said resentfully: “Where did you learn to talk like that?”

Sang Ru made a “hmph” sound without saying anything else.

“No rush for other things,” Zhou Tingzhao said, “In a few more days, I can first feed you my cock.”

“Shut up!”