After getting off at this stop, they found themselves in another small commercial area, though not as large as the one where the other girls had gone. This place emphasized small but exquisite hedonism.

Many vehicles of all kinds were parked in the plaza. As Sang Ru held Zhou Tingzhao’s hand on their way to a restaurant, her attention was suddenly captured by a bicycle.

She stopped in her tracks and pointed at the navy blue bicycle, saying, “Is that yours?”

Zhou Tingzhao looked in the direction she was pointing, observed for a moment, and indeed it looked like the one he had lost previously.

Sang Ru walked over and examined it carefully, then declared decisively, “It is yours.”

Zhou Tingzhao smiled and asked, “How can you be so sure?”

“It has three scratches like cat whiskers on the back seat,” Sang Ru touched that spot, muttering, “I wiped it several times before sitting on it last time, so I remember.”

Zhou Tingzhao’s focus, however, was on: “I also wiped it clean before bringing it. It was clean.”

Sang Ru froze for a moment, mumbling, “Just to be safe…”

Zhou Tingzhao continued to stare at her, so Sang Ru immediately changed the subject: “But it’s locked, we can’t take it… Wait for me a moment!”

She suddenly ran off. Zhou Tingzhao sighed almost inaudibly. Seeing her figure heading across the street, he didn’t know what she was going to do, but waited in place as instructed.

After quite a while, Sang Ru returned. Zhou Tingzhao saw she was out of breath from running, with her hands behind her back. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead and asked, “Where did you go?”

She raised her eyebrows slightly and brought out a bicycle lock from behind her back.

Zhou Tingzhao: “Hmm?”

“Adding another lock. If we can’t use it, he can’t either,” Sang Ru said with animation, then added to Zhou Tingzhao, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

Her vindictive personality and grand statements made her incredibly adorable. Zhou Tingzhao felt a stirring in his heart and said, “Are you keeping me?”

Sang Ru paused for a moment, then said, “Can’t I afford to keep you?”

The person who had been talking about keeping Mr. Zhou took the popcorn he bought and went straight to the ticket check line.

This afternoon was peak time at the cinema, with the queue full of couples being affectionate beside them.

Zhou Tingzhao stood behind Sang Ru, listening to her crunching popcorn without turning around. He leaned to her side and quickly ate a piece from her hand as she picked it up.

Sang Ru was stunned, widening her eyes: “Are you that hungry?”

Zhou Tingzhao: …

Sang Ru rubbed her fingertips together and said, “Do you want to eat my fingers too?”

Zhou Tingzhao instinctively looked at her fingers, those two slender digits gently rubbing against each other. Recalling the sensation when his lips touched them, his throat suddenly tightened. He shifted his gaze and calmly said, “Not hungry.”

Sang Ru smiled noncommittally: “Oh.”

They chose a romantic movie that neither of them had much impression of—Sang Ru’s choice.

The viewing seats were in the last row—also Sang Ru’s choice.

After selecting them, Zhou Tingzhao looked at Sang Ru hesitantly but didn’t ask anything. Finally, she took the initiative to say, “Do you think we’re here to watch a movie?”

Zhou Tingzhao frowned slightly: “Aren’t we?”

Sang Ru sighed: “We’re here to date, boyfriend.”

Despite saying that watching a movie wasn’t important and dating was what mattered, she now stared at the screen intently. Meanwhile, Zhou Tingzhao’s peripheral vision was entirely fixed on her profile, not paying any attention to what was happening in the plot.

Didn’t she say they were going to date? Why was she being so well-behaved?

Zhou Tingzhao grew increasingly confused and distracted, absentmindedly reaching into the popcorn bucket, suddenly touching her hand.

He withdrew a bit, but in his peripheral vision, he saw Sang Ru turn to him: “Look at me.”

Zhou Tingzhao looked over.

“Open your mouth.”

As soon as he opened it, a piece of popcorn was fed into his mouth. The sweet aroma invaded his senses, and before he could react, there was a warmth on his lips, and another sweet scent followed.

Sang Ru gently pulled down his neck, raising her head to kiss him without warning. But it only lasted a few seconds before the sensation on his lips completely withdrew, though her breath remained close.

Zhou Tingzhao heard her say with a smile, “You’ve been watching me. Am I more beautiful than the movie?”

His entire body tensed: “Yes.”

Sang Ru paused, then said, “What I want to do to you now, even the last row probably can’t hide.”

The big screen was showing a rain-kissing scene between the two protagonists. Faint sounds of teasing came from the audience; no one had the leisure to pay attention to the two people leaving through the side aisle.

They passed through the long, dark corridor, the sound of the movie growing fainter behind them. Sang Ru kept holding Zhou Tingzhao’s hand, moving forward without stopping.

Elevators were the way most people chose to go between floors, so the stairwell rarely had visitors.

Sang Ru chose this nearby location for their “crime.” She pressed Zhou Tingzhao against the wall and said softly, “The innocent dating ends as of now.”

“Then what about now?” Zhou Tingzhao went along with it but still asked the question.

Sang Ru said, “Like this.”

She gave the simplest answer, with her actions providing the detailed explanation.

Her hand touched his lower body, and even through his pants, he could feel her warmth. That temperature transmitted over, immediately causing his member to excitedly rise. She kept rubbing, and the excitement instantly spread throughout his body.

Her hand slipped inside his pants. Zhou Tingzhao instinctively wanted to stop her, but ultimately succumbed to the thoughts that had been suppressed in his heart for so long.

Sang Ru felt his member growing harder in her palm, and leaned into his embrace, coaxing, “Touch me too.”

Her words and her entire being were like honey-laden medicine, enticing one to compromise with desire step by step. Zhou Tingzhao held her and also explored her lower body.

He couldn’t see anything, but he could feel her wetness, her trembling, her cat-like soft and alluring moans.

“Faster…” she leaned on his shoulder, her breath releasing warm moisture onto his neck. Finding pleasure, she softly called out, “You touched my clit… feels so good…”

Zhou Tingzhao’s throat grew tighter. He massaged her gently and firmly, saying, “Hold tight, don’t stop.”

The two embraced neck to neck, comforting each other. Sang Ru finally started trembling when he continuously rubbed that little bud. Her body shook as she tried to retreat, but she was locked in Zhou Tingzhao’s embrace with no escape.

“Want it even faster?” Zhou Tingzhao asked, his mouth on her earlobe.

“No, no… mmm… I’m coming… Zhou Tingzhao, Zhou Tingzhao…”

Sang Ru let out broken gasps. Suddenly, she felt a forceful push against her palm, and then a heat between her thighs as he inserted his member between her legs.

“Keep calling,” Zhou Tingzhao’s voice was now heavy with desire.

“Calling what?”

He suddenly thrust his hips: “My name.”

His hard member curved slightly upward, sliding again and again along her delicate inner thighs. Zhou Tingzhao pulled down her underwear, flesh against flesh, desire against desire, his hardness repeatedly rubbing between her softest petals.

Sang Ru kept calling his name, but grew increasingly impatient as he repeatedly approached without entering. She deliberately raised her buttocks, hoping he would accidentally slip in a little, but Zhou Tingzhao noticed and gave her bottom a light slap.

Zhou Tingzhao, restraining his heavy desire, gritted his teeth: “Don’t point your pussy at me.”

Her entrance contracted in response, dripping fluid onto his member. Sang Ru refused to stop and continued to rub herself: “If you won’t go in, fine, but you won’t even let me have a little taste.”

She sounded so aggrieved that Zhou Tingzhao’s heart softened terribly. When they finally climaxed to climax together, he held the person in his arms tightly.

She thought he simply wouldn’t do it, not knowing that he also longed to be one with her.

His voice after release was still sexy yet gentle. Sang Ru leaned against him, depleted of energy, and heard him say: “Grow up quickly, baby.”