Cheng Wanyue lifted the quilt and tossed it aside, taking the opportunity to climb up.

She knew she couldn’t win in a direct contest of strength—she needed to use some tricks.

Although Qing Hang could sometimes be fierce in bed, he respected her. As long as she didn’t want to do something, he would endure no matter how uncomfortable he felt. He had never asked her to use her mouth on him, at most just using her hands.

She had watched some videos before, but perhaps she hadn’t found the right type. The experience hadn’t been particularly good, and she even found it somewhat disgusting, mainly because the male lead wasn’t handsome, had a belly, and his breathing didn’t sound pleasant, which greatly affected the viewing experience. But she could tell the male lead enjoyed being pleasured orally, ejaculating directly into the female lead’s mouth.

Men receiving oral pleasure experienced both physical and mental stimulation.

Cheng Wanyue had been brought to climax by his mouth many times, which was quite enjoyable.

Just wait, I’ll show you not to underestimate me.

“Will you take them off yourself, or should I do it for you?” Cheng Wanyue was determined to get the better of him. It was still early, and she didn’t believe she could handle him. “Your eyes changed when I said ‘should I do it for you’—looks like you want me to take them off.”

Qing Hang watched her prepare for a serious battle, feeling somewhat amused. “Are you serious?”

But the next second, he couldn’t laugh anymore.

Cheng Wanyue’s movements were not gentle. “Who’s joking with you? I’m very serious!”

His skin was fair, and his member was a clean color, but after hardening, the color deepened. She could even see the veins winding around it.

“Why are you excited?” She flicked it lightly. “Qing Hang, could it be that you have a bit of an M nature? That would be quite challenging for me.”

The tips of Qing Hang’s ears revealed a thin flush of red. “Don’t talk nonsense. I don’t have those kinds of fetishes.”

Cheng Wanyue smiled as she cupped his face, kissing his nose tip, then his chin. “Even if you did, what’s the problem? Behind closed doors, only I would know.”

There was no room to explore that today. She’d verify whether it was true another time.

She didn’t know what she was doing, but pretended as if she did. Looking at the increasingly large appendage, she swallowed. “Don’t finish in my mouth, and not on my face either.”

Qing Hang raised his hand to encircle her waist. “There’s nothing to be curious about. It won’t be comfortable.”

“Just for a moment, let me try,” she insisted. It couldn’t always be her who was left weak and boneless.

She first moved closer to smell it.

Her hair tips swept across his skin, sending a tingling sensation up his nerves. Qing Hang wanted to pull her up, but she extended her tongue to lick it, tasting.

That small, glistening trace of moisture was the mark she had left.

All of Qing Hang’s resolve collapsed in that moment. Desire made him greedy. His fingers gently caressed her cheek, hoping she would take it into her mouth.

When she struggled to take the tip into her mouth, he wished for more depth.

Her hair tangled in his fingers, pulling and hurting her. In retaliation, she used her tongue and teeth to scrape along the ridge—inexperienced, but bold.

He rarely revealed signs of arousal, yet she disrupted his breathing rhythm in just two minutes.

She looked up at him. Under his deep gaze, her tongue pressed against the small opening, while her hand gripped the exposed portion.

Pain and pleasure briefly robbed him of his reason. He thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper into her throat. The discomfort of suffocation made her unconsciously tighten her grip. Indistinct sounds escaped her lips. Before she could pinch his buttocks, he forcefully pulled her up and threw her onto the pillow.

He almost penetrated her without protection.

The veins on his arm supporting him beside her ear were prominent. He claimed the taste from her mouth, the sticky sounds of saliva resembling the eating of fruit candy melting in one’s mouth.

He rubbed and pressed against her inner thighs, reddening her skin, looking somewhat disheveled when he ejaculated.

During their first time in their youth, he had been just the same—unable to withstand the slightest temptation.

Cheng Wanyue was held tightly. She struggled to check the time, her light laughter pressed against his ear, as if taunting him: You’re not that good, you’re so quick, hehe, I’m amazing.

“Ah!” She cried out in pain, her high chest ending up in his mouth. “You dare bite me?”

Qing Hang showed no restraint. This much force wouldn’t truly hurt her—she was just being delicate, deliberately so.

“Who told you to embarrass me?” his words carried a teeth-gritting quality.

Even in his youth, he had been obsessed with leaving his marks on hidden parts of her body. It was intense possessiveness hidden beneath insecurity and timidity. She was free, and he longed for her to return to him by his scent after spreading her wings and flying away. So, even if it was just a kiss, he wanted to leave his mark.

It was the same now.

Qing Hang looked at the plum-red spots blooming on her porcelain skin, feeling his blood gradually heating up.

He picked up a T-shirt from beside the bed, casually wiping away the fluid between her legs, then lowered his head to kiss her ankle. She was ticklish, her laughter muffled by the quilt, but her body trembled slightly. As she struggled, she kicked him, and he took the opportunity to lift her leg onto his shoulder. The inner side of her thigh still bore kiss marks from the morning.

Her hair lay scattered on the pillow, and a pair of moist, smiling eyes gazed at him through a misty haze.

He couldn’t resist the urge to break her, yet he loved her even more when she was vibrant.

Her skin was warm, her body soft. He could feel her pulsing heartbeat, wipe away the sweat from her neck, and kiss her soul.

“Cheng Wanyue, do you remember that you gave me a wish?”

“I’m not a fish. How could I forget so quickly?”

“Good that you remember.”

She wanted to ask what he wished for, but in a moment of distraction, her lips were gently bitten. His wet, hot tongue entered from the corner of her mouth, entwining with hers. Their teeth clinked together, and soon she tasted blood.

Vines converged from all around, confining her in this small space.

His entry was slow, yet more tantalizing. Once her body adjusted to the intrusion, not a single thrust was gentle.

Meiqiu had been quite restless for several days, meowing repeatedly at night.

Cheng Wanyue had even recorded it and sent it to Qing Hang to listen. Her current voice resembled that cat’s meowing.

Once after school, she had complained that classmates gave her the nickname “Cheng Little Dog.” At that time, Qing Hang had thought she was a cat, proud and noble, occasionally scratching him with her claws. Before the wounds could scab over, she would bite him again. Seeing the wounds made him think of her, and finding a strand of her hair on his clothes also made him think of her.

The moon hung in the sky, and the dripping water from the eaves landed on his heart.

Cheng Wanyue stubbornly didn’t call for a stop, until Qing Hang unwrapped the last protection. She seemed to have melted into a puddle of water from the scorching heat flowing through his body.

The bed sheets were a mess, damp, clinging to her ankles and refusing to let go.

They would need to shower before going out. The final time was in the bathroom.

She was firmly pinned against the wall, every pore of her body expanded. The oxygen was depleted, and she survived only on the breath he passed to her.

Their intertwined breathing melted in the steam. She couldn’t stand steadily, her body sliding downward.

Qing Hang caught her firmly. Her tortured nipples were distractingly red, no longer able to withstand the ravages of his lips and teeth. He gently bit her neck. The pain awakened numbed nerves. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, her insides also squeezing him.

Her heels rubbed against his tailbone, trying to make him finish quickly.

After several starts and stops, Qing Hang wasn’t so easily spent. The greed confined in the bathroom made each of his kisses seem as if he wanted to chew her up and swallow her. She had exhausted all her strength and could only completely rely on him, yet he still felt it wasn’t enough.

The moon belongs to no one. When moonlight shines on him, that’s when he’s closest to her.

She was pulled downward by gravity, gradually enveloping him. When her beautiful swan-like neck tilted back, droplets of water fell into his mouth, only to be thrust upward the next second.

In the past, she had always talked about losing weight. Whenever she was lazy, she would deliberately ask if he lacked exercise, if his body wasn’t good enough to carry her, or if he couldn’t lift her.

Those deliberate teases and provocations had continued for a long time, but in the end, she was always the winner.

The day she discovered he was hiding a secret, she had pestered him for a long time.

First, she tried to persuade him: “Who says early love is exclusive to bad students?”

When she failed to get him to confess who was in his heart, she changed tactics, pretending to be angry and glaring at him.

“Coward, you don’t even dare to admit you like someone.”

When that didn’t work either, she found opportunities to trap him with words.

“Is she very pretty?”

“Very pretty.”

“What part of her is beautiful?”

“Every part is beautiful.”

After hearing his response that time, she remained angry for a long time. During classes, she wouldn’t even enter from his side, directly jumping over the desk instead. She had even covered the hole in the desk with paper.

It wasn’t until after a test that the homeroom teacher decided to reassign seats and was going to change her deskmate that she hurriedly pulled him to the office.

In front of the homeroom teacher, she asked him, “Qing Hang, am I affecting your studies?”

On the surface, she appeared calm, but one hand reached behind him to pinch him, threatening that if he dared to nod, he would be finished.

Qing Hang said, “No.”

She smiled, blinking once at the homeroom teacher, raising her chin.

The homeroom teacher looked at the grade sheet. “Qing Hang’s total score is 6 points lower than last time.”

“He’s still ranked first. It’s only 6 points. He can make it up next time,” she grabbed his sleeve and gently shook it. “Right, Qing Hang?”

Qing Hang nodded. “Yes.”

His analysis of the 6-point difference was reasoned and well-founded. The homeroom teacher didn’t change his deskmate, and Cheng Wanyue tore off the paper stuck in the desk as soon as they returned to the classroom.

During evening self-study that day, she wrote another note asking if it was the beauty from Class 11.

He crumpled the note into a ball and circled the mistakes on her test paper, asking her to redo them.

She didn’t solve a single problem, and before class ended, she accidentally knocked over her chair.

Cheng Yanqing disappeared as soon as class ended. Qing Hang escorted her home. Just as they reached the alley entrance, she refused to walk any further, pretending her leg hurt one moment, then claiming her buttocks were swollen from a fall the next. She jumped up to embrace his neck. He staggered half a step backward, instinctively supporting her body.

From the beginning, she had never been guarded around him, or rather, she treated him like her own family member, no different from Cheng Yanqing.

…

The bathroom was slippery. Cheng Wanyue feared falling. Her broken voice took on a crying tone, softly drilling into Qing Hang’s ears.

Every rise and fall was controlled by him. She was familiar with this floating sensation before climax, her nails leaving red marks on his shoulders.

“So deep… I’m going to fall… go slower…”

He thrust into her violently, his tip grinding against a raised spot. The pleasure broke through the critical threshold, reaching the top of her skull.

The burning flames gradually subsided. After a long while, Qing Hang finally kissed her with a low laugh. “When have I ever not held you securely?”

“What time is it?”

“We can go downstairs after lying down for another half hour.”

While getting dressed, Cheng Wanyue asked if he had enjoyed it. He simply covered her face with his jacket.

He hadn’t put on his shirt yet. His chest and back were covered with scratches and bite marks of varying depths.

Cheng Wanyue supported herself on the bed with both hands, looking up at him, insisting on a clear answer. He remained silent, bending down to kiss her deeply.

Before leaving, he broke off a small cluster of blue hydrangeas from the vase, putting them in a hair clip for her to wear.

When Huo Zhi saw it, she even complimented it.

The two girls walked in front, with Cheng Yanqing and Qing Hang behind them.

Cheng Yanqing carried Huo Zhi’s bag, while Qing Hang held two bottles of water.

The bag had a large capacity but was very light. Seeing that Cheng Wanyue was excited and not paying attention to them, Cheng Yanqing unzipped the bag to check the flower inside.

“Still good, it wasn’t crushed.”

There was only one, and the petals were still intact.

Qing Hang had messaged him after ten o’clock, and he had picked the freshest flowers from the flower shop.

“Thanks,” Qing Hang glanced at it, then his gaze went back to searching for Cheng Wanyue.

“No need for thanks,” Cheng Yanqing smiled. “I didn’t expect you to choose this timing.”

Qing Hang said, “She doesn’t like commonplace things. There should be something special to witness it, and you’re here too.”

They queued for three hours before entering the square. Most of the people around them were college students, almost everyone holding a red flag.

Huo Zhi had brought her camera and was recording video.

The crowd grew increasingly dense, and the sky gradually brightened. The five-starred red flag fluttered in the wind, and everyone was waiting for 6 o’clock to arrive.

The bright red national flag was raised with the sunrise, and everyone sang the national anthem together. The magnificent scene brought tears to people’s eyes.

The passion and emotion of watching the flag-raising ceremony on television was probably only a third of what one experienced in person. Every minute and second of waiting and anticipation was worthwhile. Cheng Wanyue finally understood why her grandfather had always wanted to come to Beijing to watch the flag-raising ceremony before he passed away.

What could be a better witness than the prosperity of one’s country?

When Qing Hang pulled out a red rose from behind, the hot tears at the corners of Cheng Wanyue’s eyes had not yet fallen.

He called her name beneath the vibrant national flag: “Cheng Wanyue.”

“Eight years ago, I didn’t say goodbye to you. I deeply regret it. The moment the train started moving, I even wanted to break the glass window and jump out.”

“When you told me on the phone that you were sick, I didn’t believe you, nor did I go to see you. I deeply regret it. Recently, I have often dreamed of you dying before me. Fortunately, it’s just a dream. Dreams are the opposite of reality—you will live a long life.”

“Not going back to find you before you came to Beijing, I deeply regret it. It wouldn’t have mattered if you didn’t like me—I should have pursued you regardless.”

“Arguing with you because of jealousy… at the moment you cried, I should have wiped your tears instead of turning away. I deeply regret it. How could I leave you alone there?”

“I have many regrets, but I’m also grateful that you gave me a wish.”

“It’s now October 1st, 6:23 AM. I make a wish to the national flag: Cheng Wanyue, be with me.”

“I will be forever faithful to you.”