【Ling's Little Secrets】(01-02) Author: cloudn

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Ling's Little Secret (1)

The destination has passed, but the last train is still slowly swaying on the tracks, seemingly never
reaching its end.

She hoped that this train would never stop.

That way, she could stay with him a little longer.

Only the two of them remained in the carriage.

Guang nestled against Ling's legs, his eyes slightly closed, curled up on the empty bench, half-asleep.

Through the thick cotton skirt, Ling could almost feel his strong neck muscles pressing against her soft legs,
a tight, masculine strength transmitted from her legs, she could even hear his strong
heartbeat and Guang's murmurs in his sleep.

For a teenage girl, this was a wonderful feeling.

Although it wasn't the first time Guang had been so close to her, she had even seen his naked body during that sudden incident,
but this was the first time she had truly felt something wonderful.

Just three hours earlier, in that phone booth in the small park, their lips had met. This time,
it wasn't accidental or unexpected.

She held his moist lips in her mouth, from the corner of his lips to the edge of his mouth; the initial cool, slippery
touch filled her senses. That slippery, slightly awkward sensation was something she would never
forget.

It felt like being intoxicated by the early summer breeze, yet without any physical discomfort.

In that slightly tipsy state, the throbbing of youth erupted in the most direct way. In the deep
darkness of the phone booth, she could see the light in his eyes looking at her; the fiery emotions suppressed by reason seemed about to
burst forth, and so did she.

The early summer breeze and the hand tightly gripping her arm in the darkness instantly engulfed the unbearable
itch of reason in her chest.

So she slightly raised her head and closed her eyes.

Everything was like a plant sprouting in spring, quietly blooming in the early summer breeze, so natural, so
intoxicating.

She only remembered the slippery touch in the darkness, and the strong hand encircling her body
; her body, like unformed clay, fell into his grasp.

Time seemed to stand still, space seemed to cease to exist.

Her mind was a complete blank.

And now, in this noisy, stuffy, swaying train carriage, her eyes seemed to begin to
glaze , the feeling from the dark phone booth filling her mind once more.

Her mind was blank.

That unbearably itchy desire was about to burst forth from her chest.

She had to control herself, she had to control this demon of desire, you are He Yeling… She turned her head, trying not to
think about the man's touch on her legs.

At this moment, perhaps only by emptying her mind could she overcome this wicked desire.

But why couldn't she concentrate? The more she tried not to think about it, the more glazed over her mind became; the emptiness in her mind just moments before had turned into light—the boy who had kissed her

today . The swaying of the train seemed to transform into the buzzing static of a phone booth, and the image of his wet, strangely alluring lips resurfaced in her mind. She felt her body heating up and becoming sticky, not just her upper body, but her private parts also gradually becoming moist… …In her hazy state, she saw the boy walking towards her, his indistinct body displaying the firm curves unique to a teenager. She slowly unbuttoned her clothes, the thick cotton skirt sliding over her sweat-drenched shoulders and spreading to the ground… God, I cannot resist this wicked desire… Please forgive me… she thought, the last line of defense in her mind already crumbling, her hands involuntarily reaching down, about to release her soft, fragrant, and moist flower . “The final stop has arrived. Passengers, please take your belongings and disembark from the right-hand door…” “Sister Ling?” The hazy male figure transformed into the handsome young man before her. The boy blushed. "Sister, it's time to get off." Ling regained some of her senses. Her legs were sticky and numb, and she felt a tingling sensation as she walked, afraid of being discovered. They remained silent the whole way. Ling couldn't see Guang's face; perhaps she didn't want to, afraid of being overwhelmed by that strange, wicked desire again. Was Guang feeling the same way? It was about three kilometers from the station to Ling's home. Guang avoided her the whole way, afraid that his rash actions today would make Ling think he was frivolous. But in that intoxicating breeze, who could resist a beautiful and healthy girl? He had forgotten that Ling had initiated the kiss. Yet Ling didn't speak. "It's all my fault. I really made a huge mistake today..." Guang felt increasingly distressed. " Will ...?" Ling must be angry, that scoundrel! Stay away from me! The image of Ling's disgusted face flashed before Guang's eyes. He had once seen Ling angry, and he still vividly remembered . Damn it... I really deserve to die... Why did I have to be so lewd... and go up to her like that? I... Guang dared not think any further. But he did not know that Ling's mind was now a complete mess. The early summer wind was so gentle, drying the sweat on her skin, but it could not dry the restless flames in her heart. The fire that had accumulated in her chest stirred her heart, making her unbearably itchy... How could she extinguish this raging fire... She had no idea. Because her whole heart, along with her usual rationality and piety, had long been captured by the warm early summer wind . Ling's Little Secret (2) At the end of the road was a crossroads. On the north slope was Ling's house. Guang dared not look at this road at this moment. Perhaps this was the last road he and Ling could walk together. The road ended in darkness, a darkness permeated with the breeze of early summer, warm and tinged with a sweet privacy… But his heart was almost frozen. Perhaps tomorrow he would only be able to call her by her full name, perhaps in the future she would only become a scene in his life , untouchable. Like two parallel lines that never intersect, this is the saddest thing in life: the past you can never reach. Light finally understood this.

At least, I had been intimate with her… he comforted himself.

With this beautiful memory, I could live the rest of my life alone, because I wouldn't love
anyone but her.

At least I loved, at least she was my only angel.

Thinking of this, he smiled optimistically and began to sing: “I want to be your light, when you have nowhere else to go,
I want to be your only forever…”

He had always been reserved in front of Ling, but this incident seemed to have enlightened him, suddenly transforming him into
an optimistic young man Ling had never seen before.

Ling gazed at him with hazy eyes, her gaze a mixture of love and lust, perhaps tinged with
a hint of hesitation.

“Whose only forever do you want to be?”

Ling asked, bewildered.

"That person,"

Guang replied, "the one I'll be grateful to for the rest of my life. Even though she might be a stranger to me tomorrow,
I won't resent her or God. I'll live on with the memories she gave me. Goodbye!"

He Yeling saw his youthful and rugged face for the first time, shining like a star in the summer night.
Her already blank mind was almost intoxicated.

She thought "goodbye"

meant he was going home. She didn't want him to go home at all; tonight, she was willing to do

anything as long as she could nestle in this big boy's arms . She shyly took Guang's hand, "Come to my place…do you want to…sit for a bit?" Her voice was so soft she could barely hear herself; after all, it was late, and she was a devout Christian. Guang, who had felt like he was walking on the edge of a cliff, was momentarily stunned by her words. He thought he had misheard , then looked at He Yeling's dazed eyes. "What, want to come?" The timing and expression made the question absolutely provocative. Standing gracefully in the wind, He Yeling gazed at him. The abyss that had seemed so deep before him suddenly flattened, revealing a dark, secluded path filled with the fragrance of gardenias. At the end of this winding path was the attic where He Yeling usually lived, its light shimmering with an orange glow. Guang's heart suddenly pounded. The corridors of He Yeling's house seemed endless. Just moments before, as he entered the room, He Yeling had mysteriously told him, "The teacher isn't here today..." (The teacher was He Yeling 's housekeeper, responsible for her daily needs. ) Her absence meant that it would be just the two of them tonight, just the two of them! Guang's heart skipped a beat. He Yeling's bedroom was on the second floor. It was dark; without Teacher Iris, He Yeling couldn't . The darkness wasn't frightening; instead, it created a tranquil, sweet atmosphere. Guang felt a thrill; many things in life are thrilling because they happen in darkness. Guang couldn't imagine what was about to happen, what could possibly excite him so much. The faint light streaming in from the window spilled onto the stairs, and he could clearly see Ling's small hand in his . He could feel the strong, rapid thumping of her heart from her palm. Thump, thump, thump… Did Ling feel the same way about what was about to happen? Ling kept her head down , refusing to look at him. Suddenly, she stumbled, almost falling, but Guang caught her from behind. Guang felt a soft body collapse into his arms. To steady her, he unconsciously squeezed her breasts, the two round, soft mounds changing shape in his hands. In the darkness, he could see Ling's bright eyes gradually becoming alluring, and her slightly moving lips as if she might moan at any moment. At that moment, Ling's body was almost completely drained of strength. Then Ling closed her eyes, waiting for the next moment to unfold. Because she was already immersed in this summer night, she seemed less concerned about where he went or what he did to her. However, she was unaware of Guang's fear. If it weren't for what had happened before, what followed would naturally have become that extremely tense and exciting event. However, Guang dared not, and could not. He could not lose her again. "I said I would be your light, I would always protect you, embrace you until dawn... even if I lose the memory of our intimate contact." He told himself this, and he did it. He sat before the lamp. Where there is light, there is reason, there is order, because God said, "Let there be light," and with light, there will be all things. Light is the rule of all things. Now he was in Ling's boudoir. Ling's room wasn't as tidy as he had imagined; the old furniture exuded a strange pine scent. Ling had gone to take a bath, so he was alone in the room. The only sound was the ticking of the mechanical clock. The blankets were scattered on Ling's bed, along with a few books, and moonlight streamed gently through the old window onto the bedside. Hikaru carefully put away the books and helped Ling straighten the photos on the bedside table. Ling's parents were still in the photos. Although Ling wasn't as tall and beautiful as she is now, there were already signs of her future; Hikaru could see a pair of prominent canine teeth and dimples set in her childlike face. A boy seeing a photo of his beloved girl would inevitably feel a flutter in his heart, especially in that girl's room. Hikaru's heart was still pounding. The room was so quiet, so quiet that he could clearly . Looking at the old shrine before him, Hikaru had never felt time pass so slowly. One second, two seconds—he could even discern the change in light on the shrine every second. What posture did that gentle, beautiful body take when she bathed? Hikaru dared not think about it; he was afraid that if he did, what followed would become uncontrollably stimulating. But how could he not think about it! He could only count down the seconds; he could hear his heart pounding because he could hear Ling approaching. What would Ling be wearing when she came to him? He suddenly wondered. Was it one of those short jumpsuits that girls in movies like to wear? Or… just underwear…? He even imagined her completely naked… (To be continued)

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