How could he forget?

Passages he dared not even dream of had materialized in real life. The immaculate moonlight had truly been tainted by his impurity. If miracles existed in this world, it would be nothing more than his moon falling into his arms.

Zhou Tingzhao wrapped his arms around the person in his embrace and softly uttered an “Mm.”

Sang Ru smiled, then lowered her head to kiss him lightly again: “Actually, I came today because I have a gift for you.”

“What is it?”

“Hold out your hand.”

Zhou Tingzhao freed one hand while holding her tighter with his left arm.

“Close your eyes.”

Zhou Tingzhao did as she said, closing his eyes with undeniable anticipation in his heart. Suddenly, his wrist felt her warmth as she seemed to be tying something around it.

“Done, you can open them now.” Sang Ru tickled his palm.

Zhou Tingzhao looked down and froze.

A red braided cord had been added to his wrist, looking familiar, identical to the one he had personally put on her.

“I don’t know if it’s from the same shop as the one you gave me,” Sang Ru raised her left hand and interlaced her fingers with his, bringing the two red cords close together. “It looks good on you, too.”

Zhou Tingzhao allowed her to place her hand in his palm, and when their fingers interlocked, even his heart trembled.

She always seemed to know how to soften his heart.

Sang Ru swung their hands and asked him: “Do you like it?”

Her hand was somewhat smaller than his, and her palm was soft. Zhou Tingzhao couldn’t help but grip it firmly as he answered: “I like it.”

Sang Ru smiled with satisfaction, then suddenly wrapped her right arm around his neck, lifted her hips slightly to rub against him a few times, and whispered in his ear: “Do you like this too?”

He was wearing thin clothes, not to mention the long dress she had on today. Sitting on him automatically lifted it, leaving only a small piece of underwear fabric between them. All the warmth, softness, and hardness were transmitted to both their nerves in an instant.

Being rubbed by such softness, Zhou Tingzhao almost immediately became even harder, saying hoarsely: “I like it.”

Having received her answer, Sang Ru took his earlobe into her mouth, continuing to move her bottom up and down, asking indistinctly: “What about this?”

His earlobe felt a teasing wetness. Zhou Tingzhao’s breathing grew heavy, but his answer remained the same: “I like it.”

Zhou Tingzhao truly couldn’t refuse her. Hearing him repeatedly give the same answer, Sang Ru’s heart melted completely. Just as she was about to slip her hand under his top to tease him, there was suddenly another knock at the door.

Her movements abruptly halted as she straightened up, meeting Zhou Tingzhao’s gaze.

Zhou Tingzhao regained some of his senses, raising his hand to wipe away the moisture at the corner of her lips, and said gently: “I’ll go see who it is. You go to my room first.”

Sang Ru’s lips curved upward as she joked: “Isn’t this like hiding a lover in a golden house?”

Zhou Tingzhao’s face showed a slight blush. He simply supported her buttocks and lifted her, carrying her to his room. As they walked, their intimate parts continuously rubbed against each other. Sang Ru deliberately amplified the teasing sensation from the friction, intentionally letting out a few small pants next to his ear.

Zhou Tingzhao paused his steps, then quickened his pace to set her down at the edge of the bed: “Be good, wait a moment.”

Sang Ru nodded, but before he could turn around, she quickly pulled him back and tilted her head up to lightly touch his lips: “Come back quickly, okay?”

Zhou Tingzhao gazed at her deeply, then almost fled from the room.

Sang Ru watched his silhouette disappear around the corner, feeling so pleased she could hardly keep from laughing out loud. Turning her head, she saw a book placed beside the bed. He must have put it there when he went to open the door for her. Sang Ru picked up the book, lay on the bed, and flipped through a few pages, idly waiting for him to return.

She could vaguely hear their conversation; it seemed a teacher living nearby had come looking for Zhou Tingzhao’s parents. They had gone to Zhou Tingzhao’s grandparents’ house. If she hadn’t confirmed this beforehand, she wouldn’t have come here so rashly.

Sang Ru swung her leg back and forth as she read, suddenly finding the book quite interesting. She became so engrossed that she didn’t even notice when Zhou Tingzhao returned.

Zhou Tingzhao had composed himself before opening the door, not letting the visitor notice anything unusual. Having finally explained the situation and sent the person away, he returned to the room only to find her in this posture.

Sang Ru was lying on the bed, and because her legs were restlessly bending upward, her dress hem had fallen to the crook of her knees, exposing large areas of skin, adding fuel to desire.

Zhou Tingzhao clenched his fist, suppressing the thought of pressing himself on top of her, and called her name.

Only then did Sang Ru come back to her senses. She turned over, her legs bending as she prepared to sit up properly, but was suddenly held down by him.

Heaven knows how alluring she looked right now—legs spread toward him, and as they bent, her dress hem fell even lower, revealing even her underwear.

White, seemingly showing some moisture.

Zhou Tingzhao was nearly driven mad, his actions no longer under his control as he instinctively pressed down on her legs.

Sang Ru looked up at him, noticing his gaze lingering on her intimate area for a long time. She immediately felt an itch growing from within, her small opening beginning to pulse, involuntarily secreting fluid.

Zhou Tingzhao watched as the wet patch expanded, his breathing growing heavier. His gaze shifted to meet hers, with passionate elements sparking in the air between them.

He bent down close to her, like a devout believer: “May I… look at it?”