“Cheng Wanyue…” Qing Hang’s head was pulled down, only had the chance to call her name.

When her temper flared, she wouldn’t listen to anything. She directly bit him, nuzzled against him, making him open his mouth.

Their lips bumped against teeth, and the taste of blood was faint, quickly dissolving into saliva and swallowed by both.

The two condoms Cheng Wanyue had been holding fell from his neck into his clothes. The sharp corners of the plastic packaging pricked his skin, but this slight pain didn’t help him regain his senses—instead, it became the catalyst that fanned the flames.

After briefly separating, Qing Hang leaned forward, tilting his head to kiss her beginning at her collarbone. She was pressed backward continuously, and before her body hit the shelf, he placed one hand behind her back.

The weight of the two made the cabinet shake, and a jar of cookies on top fell over, knocking down many other things. Items were scattered across the floor.

A box hit Cheng Wanyue’s toe, causing her to let out a soft cry. Qing Hang seized the opportunity to pinch her chin, his tongue delving deeper.

Her slippers were long gone from her feet as she unceremoniously stepped on Qing Hang’s instep. Her head kept bumping into the cabinet, so he guided her sideways to lean against the refrigerator.

The refrigerator shook slightly, and the bottles and jars inside rattled.

Qing Hang simply lifted her, pushing the freshly boiled water to a corner with one hand, and set her on the counter by the sink.

Before he left for the meeting, they had both already showered. Cheng Wanyue was already dressed lightly, and amid their tussling, her neckline slipped from her shoulders, exposing her delicate flesh.

“Not wearing anything?”

“Didn’t you say the body shouldn’t wear anything at home? I wasn’t going out tonight anyway.”

Cheng Wanyue clutched his shirt, pulling the hem out from his waistband, and let her hand trace along the contours of his abs.

The buttons were very much in the way. She didn’t have the patience to undo them one by one and wanted to just tear the shirt open, but obviously, she didn’t have the strength. She couldn’t even resist his body pressing closer and closer.

An unbearable itch made her instinctively arch backward, her neck covered in damp, hot traces. Qing Hang’s palm supported the counter as his body lowered, focusing his attention on that dazzling white flesh.

When wolves or leopards catch their prey, their first bite is always fierce.

Cheng Wanyue was equally unyielding, forcefully pinching his nipple.

He had great endurance.

But such a sensitive spot, even for someone with his restraint, would betray signs of arousal. He gasped in pain, and with his glasses on, he looked like an elegant scoundrel—sexy and erotic.

The neighbors next door ate dinner late and were now washing dishes in the kitchen. Their voices faintly carried through. If they made slightly more noise, the neighbors might hear.

Cheng Wanyue realized Qing Hang’s concern. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, but in the end, he forcibly carried her into the bathroom.

He turned on the shower, and cold water fell on his body.

With him shielding her, only some fine droplets landed on Cheng Wanyue’s skin. Leaning against the wall, she watched as his restraint made him increasingly disheveled, and she slowly began to smile.

Qing Hang removed his water-covered glasses. His Adam’s apple bobbed several times before he spoke.

“Cheng Wanyue.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want this, or are you just trying to torment me out of anger?”

“Think about it yourself for two minutes,” she raised her hand, and casually unbuttoned his last button.

The white shirt had become somewhat transparent after getting wet. She could see that the nipple she had pinched was redder than the other one. “Or five minutes is fine too. After all, I’m not as uncomfortable as you are.”

For Qing Hang, every minute and every second was torturous, yet he still didn’t take things further.

He needed to be sure she was willing.

“Are you still angry then?”

“No.”

Because of that safety charm, she wouldn’t stay angry for long. He had no family; those relatives had deliberately distanced themselves after refusing to lend him money when his parents were seriously ill, and they hadn’t been in contact for a long time. He didn’t believe in Buddhism. If the safety charm wasn’t for himself, it could only be for her.

Cheng Wanyue put her hands behind her back and said softly, “Unless you kiss me until I feel good.”

Qing Hang lowered his gaze and adjusted the water temperature. As he took off his shirt and threw it on the floor, one hand cupped her face. Every time they kissed, it was like fighting over candy in each other’s mouths—neither willing to concede.

He grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head, deftly lifting off her nightgown and removing it.

Water droplets flowed along her necklace into that crevice, then slid further down through the gap. The marks from his kisses in the kitchen were still visible, small red spots showing through her skin like early blooming peach blossoms. Cheng Wanyue didn’t hide or cover herself, openly allowing him to look.

That morning, Qing Hang had a high fever and a severe headache. Unable to distinguish between dream and reality, he had hazily stripped her naked. After she kicked him away, he had instinctively grabbed her ankle and left a kiss mark on the inside of her thigh, also because he had once left a shallow bite mark in that same spot.

Afterward, she couldn’t wear short skirts for half a month and was angry with him for a long time.

Most students at school didn’t wear uniforms. Standing together, there were clothes of all colors, but his gaze could still accurately find her in the crowd.

Yellowed leaves were blown down by the wind. She was laughing with her friends, occasionally glancing over from a distance, giving him a coquettish glare before looking away.

Except for him and her, no one knew that under the jeans she was wearing, there was a hidden spot where he had left his mark.

“Are you comfortable? Where else do you like me to kiss?” His voice was hoarse against her ear.

The increasingly intense passion fermented in the enclosed space. Their breathing grew heavier, and the scarce oxygen was consuming their energy. Cheng Wanyue almost felt she would suffocate.

“It’s so slippery… Qing Hang… I can’t stand anymore,” she clung to him, and even though he was holding her, her body was slowly sliding down.

Qing Hang picked her up, only grabbing those two condoms before leaving.

He didn’t even bother to grab a towel to wipe the water from their bodies. He kicked the door shut behind him, placed her on the bed, undid his belt, and covered her after his dress pants fell to the floor.

One leg was pushed up and pressed against her chest. Cheng Wanyue looked at Qing Hang with wet eyes as his face, now tinged with emotion, was buried between her legs. His short, stiff hair pricked her skin. Before she could recover from this stinging yet itchy sensation, his heated breath fell upon her.

First her ankles and calves, then the inside of her thighs. Her body trembled slightly under his tender kisses, and she bit her hand to keep from crying out.

If she hadn’t restrained herself, her moans would certainly have been very lustful.

If anyone was going to cry out, it should be him first.

She was completely naked, but he still had on a pair of black underwear, stretched very tight. She placed one foot on it, curling her toes to grind a little. Even through the soaked fabric, she could feel the heat there.

Qing Hang gasped hoarsely as his lips and teeth increased their pressure. Moving up along her spread legs, he sucked on those two soft, slick folds. Her body instantly tensed, arching up then down. Her high-pitched cries gradually weakened, only to become needy whimpers when his nose bridge brushed against her clitoris.

Her feet kicked several times, leaving the sheets in disarray.

The swollen lips were like dense cream, and hot fluid flowed from her entrance. She was incredibly wet, and his tongue took the opportunity to probe inside.

Electricity shot straight to her brain. Cheng Wanyue’s scalp tingled as her fingers ran through his short black hair, unsure whether she wanted to push him away or make him apply more pressure.

At one moment, her struggles intensified. Even with her hoarse voice, a hint of crying could be heard. Her body kept twisting. Qing Hang held down her kicking legs and pushed his tongue deeper.

The orgasm came too fiercely and too quickly. Her tense body went limp on the bed, and when she was lifted, she still hadn’t recovered from that soul-snatching pleasure.

Qing Hang found one of the condoms and tore the edge open with his teeth.

While gently kissing her sweat-dampened cheeks, he placed the condom in her hand.

Cheng Wanyue wasn’t completely unfamiliar with this. In college, a club organized themed promotional activities similar to “World AIDS Day.” The girl who demonstrated how to use a condom had been red-faced throughout.

Nor was it her first time touching Qing Hang. A vigorous young man would get hard after just a few kisses and caresses. Even though they had never gone all the way back then, he had often relied on her hand for relief. But she hated it when he finished on her body. After being teased, she would inevitably get mischievous. Several times, she had blocked the small opening with her thumb just before he climaxed. Only when he had retracted his claws, his whole body flushed, vulnerably begging her once, twice, as if he might cry the next second, would she grant him his pleasure.

“Why is it like this?” Her expression was confused.

It was too small; it couldn’t be put on.

“Qing Hang, control yourself, make it smaller.”

How could he control that?

Qing Hang’s expression wasn’t good. He got off the bed and dressed, walked to the door, then turned back to cup Cheng Wanyue’s face and kiss her fiercely for a minute. Only after covering her with the blanket did he leave.

He found the cigarette box in the drawer and lit one.

At first, Cheng Wanyue thought he had gone to cool down, but there was no need to go outside for that. She was satisfied, but he was still hard.

She only belatedly realized, after lying there for a while, that he might have gone to buy condoms.

When Qing Hang returned, he hadn’t finished his cigarette. At the door, he took off his T-shirt with one hand. Cheng Wanyue was pulled out from under the air-conditioned blanket by her ankle. Compared to the kitchen and bathroom, this kiss seemed perfunctory and somewhat impatient.

He didn’t even let her dawdle about putting the condom on him. After rubbing against her thighs, without saying a word, he pushed into her entrance.

Cheng Wanyue knew it would hurt, but she didn’t expect it to hurt this much.

The crying in her ears sounded as if she had been badly mistreated. Qing Hang resisted the surging desire in his body and remained still.

He slowly kissed her, from her fingers to her collarbone, from her neck to her cheeks, licking away her tears.

“Wanyue, don’t cry.”

Her tears were always the most aggressive weapon.

“If you don’t like it, I won’t continue,” Qing Hang tried to pull out, but inside was gripping him tightly. Even the slightest movement was torture and a test of will.

Cheng Wanyue raised her arms to embrace him, her face buried in the hollow of his neck. Her soft crying mingled with gasps, like hooks drawing him in.

“Comfort me, and I’ll stop crying.”