Recently, a male classmate had been pursuing Sang Ru more intensely than any previous suitor, and it was becoming quite troublesome.

Usually, when potential pursuers heard she had a boyfriend—and that he was Zhou Tingzhao from the neighboring Economics Department, who ranked first in both academic performance and appearance—they would almost completely back off. Even if they were interested, they would bury those feelings. But this particular one was unusually aggressive.

He had somehow obtained Sang Ru’s personal information and, learning that her birthday was approaching, had sent her multiple invitations, saying he had prepared a birthday surprise. Sang Ru had refused every time without exception.

The young man had been quiet for a few days, and Sang Ru thought he had given up, which was a relief. But on her birthday, when Zhou Tingzhao was delayed at school, she went downstairs just to throw out some garbage and was cornered by that same male classmate at the entrance of the residential complex.

He persisted in inviting her to dinner. When Sang Ru tried to avoid him, he escalated from verbal insistence to physically trying to grab her. Sang Ru inevitably panicked and began to struggle.

The outer garment covering her home clothes was pulled down at one shoulder. Both of them were momentarily stunned. He seemed suddenly stimulated by this, and with a captivated expression, reached out to embrace her.

“Let go of me!”

Sang Ru struggled, but even though she was relatively strong for a girl, she was no match for him. Her exposed arm was gripped by his hand. Sang Ru heard him breathing heavily and felt disgusted.

“Be with me, and I can give you anything…”

“Let go!”

However, the residential area was quiet, with hardly anyone passing by. Sang Ru seized an opportunity to stomp hard on his foot. When his grip loosened from the pain, she immediately ran upstairs.

There was no sound of pursuit from behind. Sang Ru gradually slowed down and looked down from the third-floor platform window. She saw the man from earlier wrestling with someone else, or more accurately, being beaten one-sidedly.

And who else could be throwing those punches but Zhou Tingzhao?

Watching the man being knocked to the ground, with another punch landing when he couldn’t fight back, Sang Ru felt she could sense Zhou Tingzhao’s fierce attack even from this distance. It was completely different from his usual cold but gentle demeanor with others and his indulgent attitude toward her.

This was the first time she had seen Zhou Tingzhao fight.

He grabbed the man’s collar and pulled him close, seeming to say something. Even though at a disadvantage, the man still glared back fiercely. Zhou Tingzhao gave him another punch to the face.

Sang Ru came to her senses, afraid he might continue with heavy blows, and hurriedly turned to go back the way she came.

She kept her head down, watching the stairs. When she reached the first-floor corridor, her path was suddenly blocked.

Looking up, Zhou Tingzhao stood before her, holding her slipper that she had lost at some point during her escape.

“You…”

He crouched down and said, “Foot, lift it.”

“Oh,” Sang Ru obediently raised her left foot. The dirty sock was gently removed. She glanced outside—the man was nowhere to be seen. Sang Ru looked down and noticed that the crown of Zhou Tingzhao’s head was somehow adorable. “Did you chase him away?”

Zhou Tingzhao affirmed and put on her right shoe as well.

She had been startled and unsettled just moments ago, but now seeing him before her, her heart naturally settled down. The bottom of her foot might have stepped on something, as it was faintly painful, but Sang Ru no longer had time to react to the pain.

Zhou Tingzhao held her in his arms and apologized: “I came back late.”

Only then did Sang Ru remember this matter. She had already applied her makeup and was just waiting for him to return so they could change clothes and go out. Now it was already dark, and after experiencing such an incident, she felt aggrieved: “You said you’d be back early, but it’s already past 7 o’clock. We’ve missed our restaurant reservation by a long time.”

“I’m sorry, baby. The professor had something urgent and kept me there—I couldn’t leave,” Zhou Tingzhao kissed the top of her head. “Let me take you back to change your clothes, and we’ll go out right now.”

“That’s more like it!”

Being carried back home by Zhou Tingzhao, Sang Ru suddenly felt she was too easily appeased. She patted his arm, asking him to put her down on the sofa.

Zhou Tingzhao did as she asked, but as he was about to stand up, a force pulled him backward, and he uncontrollably fell back, his body colliding with a soft form. He heard a delicate whimper.

Sweet and soft, as if wronged: “You’re hurting me.”

Zhou Tingzhao immediately got up, meeting no resistance this time. Looking back, he saw her legs still slightly spread from when she had been beneath him, her hands supporting herself on either side, eyebrows slightly raised and furrowed. Although she wore particularly alluring makeup, her face and expression remained quite innocent.

“Sorry,” Zhou Tingzhao’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I’ll go get some water; there’s mud on your feet.”

He hurried away after speaking. Sang Ru didn’t stop him, resting her chin in her hand as she watched him flee in panic.

How different from the confident fighter who had been so adept in combat just now.

She always had many pursuers. When one was dealt with, there would always be another. Few rivals could catch his attention, especially ones like today’s. Zhou Tingzhao tested the water temperature, thinking that if there was a next time, he should preserve evidence and send the offender to the police station.

His mind had been unsettled all day. After class in the afternoon, his professor kept him to listen to a seminar with senior students. Despite checking the time countless times and consulting with his professor, he still couldn’t leave. He was restless, his mind full of her.

Just like now.

She still looked cute just now, and sexy too.

The edge of her black underwear showed from beneath her clothes—that fabric he knew all too well, which he had personally washed, dried, and she had then worn. Something that had become commonplace over these two years now took on an unusual color.

She was about to turn eighteen.

The water was hot. Zhou Tingzhao turned off the switch, remembering that when he first returned, he should have said “happy birthday” after apologizing. He needed to make up for that. Now he needed to get a basin to prepare some hot water for her.

However, his turning motion was interrupted—someone behind him embraced him, silently pressing her face against his back.

Zhou Tingzhao held his hands around his waist: “Why did you come over?”

Sang Ru wanted to nuzzle him, but remembered she had foundation on her face and immediately abandoned the idea. She looked up, still hugging him: “I missed you.”

“We just parted at noon.”

Sang Ru: “So what? Even if we had just separated a second ago, I could still miss you.”

Surely no one could resist her saying such things. Zhou Tingzhao turned and gave her a passionate kiss, saying for no apparent reason: “Happy birthday.”

Since she had come on her own, Zhou Tingzhao carried her into the bathtub. She sat on the edge while he stood outside, crouching down to wash her clean.

After washing, she instinctively reached out her arms to him. Zhou Tingzhao understood and, supporting her bottom, carried her back to the sofa in the living room.

“After you change clothes, we’ll go out.”

Sang Ru looked at him and said, “You got dirty from fighting just now. Go wash up.”

Zhou Tingzhao looked down at his clothes, then at her, and nodded: “Alright, I’ll be quick.”

Zhou Tingzhao finished his shower and temporarily put on his home clothes. The person who had been curled up on the sofa was nowhere to be seen. He checked her room but she wasn’t there either. While drying his hair, Zhou Tingzhao called out “baby,” and suddenly heard a response from his bedroom.

The motion of drying his hair abruptly paused. Zhou Tingzhao returned to his bedroom and saw the person he had been searching for peeking out from under his blanket, her cheeks flushed.

Zhou Tingzhao turned on the air conditioner in the room: “Come out, it’s stuffy under the blanket.”

Sang Ru clutched the blanket and unexpectedly said: “Let’s not go out today.”

“Hm?”

She lifted the blanket, revealing a black lace semi-transparent lingerie: “Let’s make love at home, okay?”

Sometimes she spoke in roundabout ways. If she had done something wrong, she could subtly criticize until one felt thoroughly ashamed. But when she spoke directly like now, a straight pitch left one not knowing how to react.

“Not okay?” she pursued.

The semi-transparent garment on her body, simultaneously concealing and revealing, stirred desire. The faint glimpse of white skin contrasted with the black, tempting one to tear it open, to rip it apart.

Something caught in his throat. Zhou Tingzhao looked at her for a while and said, “Okay.”

Only then did Sang Ru smile, suddenly asking: “When you think about that normally, what do you do?”

Zhou Tingzhao began to heat: “Touch… myself.”

“How do you touch?” Sang Ru tilted her head. “Like how you did during the video call last time?”

She should be renamed “Ten Thousand Questions.” Otherwise, where would all these questions come from, always directed at embarrassing topics?

Zhou Tingzhao made an affirmative sound. Seeing her retreat slightly under the blanket, he turned up the air conditioner by two degrees. However, the remote was unexpectedly snatched away. Sang Ru knelt at the edge of the bed, her eyes firmly locked on his, seemingly demanding that he focus solely on her.

“Can you show me?”

There was no option for refusal.

Zhou Tingzhao said, “Okay.”

Doing this under her gaze, Zhou Tingzhao’s excitement level immediately shot to high frequency. The erect member was stroked back and forth in his palm. He couldn’t recall any techniques to pleasure himself, any methods that would bring more enjoyment, just the most primitive up-and-down motion. With her as an audience, no other external aid was needed.

“When you do this normally, do you think of me?”

Zhou Tingzhao’s fingers touched some pre-ejaculate, his soul following, wet: “Yes.”

“What do you think about?” The enchanting temptress pressed with consecutive questions. “Do you think about my face, or my chest, or my legs, or…”

As she mentioned each part, her fingers caressed that area, briefly passing over her chest and legs. Her hand followed her slow speech to her thighs. Sang Ru completely emerged from under the blanket, spreading her legs toward him: “Or do you think about entering here?”

If her body was partially concealed under clothing, this area had almost no covering at all. The pink entrance was parallel-constrained by two thin straps—this was the only covering for this spot. The plump entrance was squeezed into a visual of carnal desire, covered with a thin layer of pubic hair, making it impossible for him to concentrate on answering her question.

She ran her hand over her thighs, then closed them again, bending her knees to one side, and repeated her question: “Do you?”

“I’ve thought about all of it.”

From the distance created by several doors on and off campus, to now just a wall apart, in countless nights, he had reached climax through imagining her. The pleasure of love originates from love itself—what was there to deny?

Zhou Tingzhao didn’t stop his hand movements until he saw her begin to knead her breasts, her gaze becoming unfocused. This hardened thing became increasingly imposing.

“Are you about to come?” Sang Ru withdrew her hand and said, “You’re not allowed to.”

Whether she was an innocent little rabbit or a cunning little fox was unclear. Zhou Tingzhao only knew that if she continued playing like this, his patience would reach its limit.

Sang Ru seemed to have no intention of reining in her playfulness, asking him to sit on the bed.

Zhou Tingzhao heard her say, “I also masturbate thinking of you.”

He looked up at her, then heard her say: “Don’t believe me? Let me show you.”

The white fingertip gently pushed against his chest, and Zhou Tingzhao obediently lay back. He didn’t know what she was planning; their impending first time hung in suspense, its direction yet unknown, but he didn’t want to stop her from anything.

A slight weight came upon his leg—she had straddled one of his legs. Zhou Tingzhao felt a wetness, and then that moisture expanded, slowly spreading with her hip-raising and grinding motions.

He incredulously raised his upper body, witnessing her downcast, hazy gaze and the tantalizing grinding movements. His member instantly hardened further, pressing against her leg.

“Mmm… ah…”

Faint moans emerged from her mouth. Zhou Tingzhao could even feel her flower petals opening and closing with the friction, her love juices flowing onto him, neither hot nor cold. Her buttocks were soft, tempting one to grab them, to spread them apart, even to slap that area forcefully, to watch it quiver and beckon one to enter.

Zhou Tingzhao finally couldn’t resist wanting to touch her, but Sang Ru, eyes half-open, looked down at him: “No touching.”

Sang Ru finally raised her bottom. Just when he thought this torture was ending, she suddenly shifted, supporting herself with her hands on either side, moving up a few inches to sit on his abdominal muscles.

The same movement was repeated here. Zhou Tingzhao couldn’t help but grit his teeth: “Had enough fun?”

“Not yet… ah, ah, feels good… mmm… your abs are so hard…”

Zhou Tingzhao clenched his fist, allowing her to take pleasure in his body like a toy.

After she had had enough of this spot, she said: “When I want it, I also think of this place.”

Next, his palm was taken and spread open, and it came into contact with her wet, hot entrance. Zhou Tingzhao’s member twitched, almost ejaculating from her wanton actions.

Sang Ru turned to face away from him, kneeling and sitting on his hand, grinding back and forth. Zhou Tingzhao’s palm was soaking wet. He suddenly bent his finger, exploring the tender flesh. She was unaware of his change in movement and almost sat directly onto his finger.

Zhou Tingzhao hastily avoided that small hole—if he entered just like that, she would cry from pain.

Fingers were familiar tools between the two. Zhou Tingzhao curved his palm upward, matching her rising and falling motions, squeezing and kneading the flesh of her entrance. Then his two fingers found the small bud in the middle and began to rub it quickly.

Sang Ru couldn’t bear this stimulation and immediately threw her head back, gasping and crying out. Suddenly, a fiery body pressed against her back. Zhou Tingzhao kept only his left hand beneath her but had abruptly changed positions, swapping places with her.

He bit her earlobe and asked: “In your imagination, do I do this to you too?”

Counterattack was more interesting. Sang Ru turned to look at him: “Yes.”

“Besides these places, where else do you imagine me?”

Sang Ru knew what answer he wanted, but didn’t give it. She kissed his cheek: “Here.”

“Where else?”

She kissed his Adam’s apple: “Here.”

Zhou Tingzhao made a swallowing motion: “Where else?”

She turned to share a long, wet kiss with him: “Here.”

Zhou Tingzhao continued working at her entrance while his other hand slowly kneaded her breast: “Where else?”

The person trapped in his embrace suddenly raised her bottom, grinding against the enlarged member, her voice dripping with sweetness: “And here.”

“Where is here?”

Sang Ru glanced at him, feeling the subtle thrusting behind her, and said: “It’s hubby’s cock.”

Zhou Tingzhao’s movement suddenly paused: “What did you call me?”

Sang Ru turned her head away: “Nothing.”

He had let her play long enough. Zhou Tingzhao grasped her waist and flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. In the space of a hair’s breadth from her, he softly asked: “Any regrets?”

“When have I ever done anything I regretted?”

Zhou Tingzhao smiled and lowered his head to kiss her.

She was already completely wet, but Zhou Tingzhao, still concerned, inserted his fingers, slowly expanding from one to two fingers from the entrance. Sang Ru opened her mouth, emitting only breath sounds. He used his tongue to entwine with hers, wanting her to surrender completely.

Gradually reaching a point where she could barely accommodate him, Zhou Tingzhao softly coaxed her: “I’m going to enter now, are you afraid?”

Sang Ru shook her head. Despite her inner trepidation, she still said: “I’m not afraid. Come in quickly.”

Zhou Tingzhao’s heart was full of tenderness as he slowly penetrated the tight passage to enter her body.

“It hurts! It hurts so much…”

Zhou Tingzhao felt as if he was being squeezed to breaking point, experiencing both pleasure and similar pain. He stopped to let her adjust until her scrunched-up face relaxed a bit, and she said, “Continue.” Only then did he slowly thrust forward again.

Pleasure comes from enduring pain. They weathered the pain of their first deep connection, finally finding some slight pleasure in their inexperienced movements.

Zhou Tingzhao increased his speed, thrusting into her, grinding over unknown sensitive areas. Amidst Sang Ru’s uncontrollable gasps, he bit her nipple, sucking and licking as if determined to extract something from within.

Sang Ru found her pleasure, half-closing her eyes and moaning with her mouth open. The faint sight of her tender red tongue tip was simply irresistible.

All the preparatory work done for this moment was rendered ineffective. Zhou Tingzhao entered her body without method, finally delivering several dozen rapid thrusts before shooting his first expression of love into her body.

Zhou Tingzhao kissed her but was weakly pushed away by Sang Ru: “So tired.”

However, her body was held tightly in his embrace. He hadn’t withdrawn from her yet and spoke as if he had obtained some priceless treasure: “You are mine now.”

Warmth flowed from her heart. Sang Ru mischievously squeezed him: “And you are mine.”

The moment of tenderness lasted only briefly. The great thing lurking within her began to stir again. Zhou Tingzhao pecked her: “What did you call me just now?”

Sang Ru turned her face away: “Nothing.”

He thrust once: “Call me that.”

“You have to beg me.”

Zhou Tingzhao could be this shameless, nuzzling her neck: “Please, baby, I want to hear it.”

To say it while fully conscious was truly difficult for Sang Ru. She mumbled something indistinctly, but Zhou Tingzhao wouldn’t accept it. However, Sang Ru refused to speak again.

Zhou Tingzhao abandoned this approach and found another path.

The intense slapping sounds continued without cease. The newly initiated lover had boundless energy. Zhou Tingzhao thrust toward her sensitive spot he had just discovered, finally hearing her call out “hubby, hubby” as he had wished.

Zhou Tingzhao continuously kissed her throughout the night. Besides their connected sexual organs, his fingers also had to be tightly interlocked with hers. The red woven cords on their wrists were like flowing blood, emerging from two passionate lives, converging at one point, silently recording all the intimate love taking place.

When his semen erupted within her once more, Sang Ru almost experienced a small death. She heard Zhou Tingzhao softly say again: “Happy birthday.”