[Fantasy] Savage Prisoner (Complete) - 28-30

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Chapter 72 ~ A Sensual Moan on the Washbasin ~ 2 (High)

"Zhaojun, is that you?" Seeing that the person behind me didn't answer, I felt a little anxious, and a sense of panic inexplicably surged into my heart: Who is the person behind me? Why isn't he answering? If it's not Zhaojun... could it be someone else? Who could it be? What should I do?

I immediately stretched out my small hand and tried to pry open the large hand in front of me, but his hand tightly covered my eyes, so strong and steady that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move it.

What should I do? My panic grew more and more, and my small hand trembled slightly as I placed it on his.

Another voice in my heart kept comforting me: Don't panic, this familiar feeling must be Zhaojun. This person who is so bold and reckless must be Zhaojun. But...

but no matter how hard I tried, even pinching his fingers with my fingertips, he didn't make a sound.

The person behind me was breathing steadily, almost inaudibly, tightly holding me, refusing to let go.

Is it really Zhaojun?

...

The large hand around my waist slipped familiarly into my clothes, caressing my skin wantonly, stirring up waves of slight electric currents that started from my waist and quickly swept across my entire body, making me tremble involuntarily. A tingling, itchy sensation spread throughout my body, like a delicate flower trembling in the wind.

"Help..."

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, I was about to scream when his hand quickly turned my face away. His hot lips and tongue pressed down on mine forcefully and fiercely, like a tiger unleashed from its cage, biting and nibbling at my pink lips as if in silent punishment.

Waves of pain shot through my lips as he tightly covered my eyes and sealed my mouth. My weak resistance with my hands was completely ignored.

His sharp teeth bit down on my round, fragrant lower lip, and with a slight pull, taking advantage of the moment when I was in pain, his nimble tongue, like a snake, swiftly darted between my teeth, swirling and churning, domineeringly and fiercely entangling my tongue, sucking hard, making my tongue feel numb and sore, constantly exploring and bringing waves of tingling pleasure that made me feel like I was in heaven.

"Mmm... Huff..." Glistening, silvery saliva slowly trickled down our lips, bringing a slight tingling sensation. His kiss was domineering and fierce, clinging to me relentlessly. My mind went blank; I only felt his nimble tongue surging and thrusting in my mouth, bringing waves of tingling heat that made me succumb.

Gradually, I felt breathless, my head throbbing as if it were about to explode, but he wouldn't let me go, tightly entwining his lips and tongue with mine, his tongue tip pressing against my uvula, mimicking the rhythm of lovemaking, thrusting back and forth. It

was so uncomfortable, a tingling pleasure intertwined with the suffocating pain... My legs went weak, and I collapsed limply onto him, helplessly allowing him to plunder me. My cheeks flushed crimson like bright red silk, and I gasped for breath, like a shy lotus flower.

With great difficulty, he released my lips, affectionately touching my swollen, red lips. He removed the large hand that had been covering my eyes, and I looked in the mirror. The stunningly beautiful Zhaojun stared at me expressionlessly, her peach blossom eyes misty and unfathomable.

One of his large hands gently but firmly pressed me against the sink. His other hand deftly unbuttoned our lower garments, and burning desire pressed against my plump, rounded buttocks.

"Zhaojun, no... this is a public restroom." I panicked and tried to struggle, but he held me tightly, unable to move. My round buttocks pressed against his hot, hard member. My slight twisting and struggling only made his massive member grow even larger and more ferocious, pressing straight against my private parts, penetrating the softest part of my thighs, rubbing back and forth wantonly.

Waves of spring water overflowed without my noticing, flowing silently from my flower cave, staining his ferocious and terrifying member, bringing a sticky, slippery feeling.

"You've got the wrong name. I'm your cousin." His handsome face, so full of charm, lowered slightly, his long eyelashes obscuring his beautiful, amorous eyes. His lips parted gently, and his clear, calm voice rang out, completely unaffected by lust.

"Zhaojun, stop joking. Okay? Class will be over soon, and someone will come in." Hearing his address, I didn't know how to answer or explain for a moment. Judging from his cold tone, he seemed very unhappy.

I said with great grievance, "Zhaojun, I panicked at the time. You know me best. I panic when people question me. I was just talking nonsense."

After a pause, I said in a sweet and coquettish voice, half aggrieved, half sweet, "Zhaojun, if you were my cousin, then we would be even closer relatives. You are the one I love most."

Such a sweet confession, I don't believe he wouldn't be moved.

"Mmm..." The hard and huge thing slammed into my tender, slightly wet, but not fully prepared flower stem, the hot friction against the extremely sensitive passage, cruelly hitting the deepest part of the flower heart.

Chapter 073 ~ Moans on the Washbasin ~ 3 "

Are you trying to attract attention?" His massive member swelled and heated inside me, pressing menacingly against my cervix, grinding against me with mischievous light and heavy strokes, sending waves of tingling, aching sensations through me. I wanted to escape, yet I couldn't bear to.

That faint, itchy feeling made me wriggle slightly, responding to his movements, letting out soft moans, a tender, lingering embrace.

"Zhaojun... ha... move a little..." I pulled my lower body forward, thrusting back forcefully, letting his hard, hot member slam into the sensitive spot deep within my core. An indescribable wave of pleasure spread through my body, making me gasp for breath: "Ha... ha..."

"Cousin, are we committing incest?" His voice was light and breezy, like a gentle breeze, ethereal and indistinct. His penis, however, was fully withdrawn, aimed at the still-open, pink vulva, and thrust in fiercely, slamming against the cervix with powerful, precise force, almost tearing open the tender flesh. After grinding it back and forth, he withdrew completely without hesitation, then thrust in again... each time deep, heavily piercing the tender core.

A tingling, numbing, and painful sensation rose in her vulva, the penis inside her thrusting uncontrollably back and forth, so fast and fierce that I couldn't resist. A frenzied pleasure surged from her vulva, making me gasp softly, "Zhaojun... slower... huff... I can't take it... ah... my vulva is so numb... so numb... ha..."

“I’m your cousin.” He didn’t lessen his strength, his penis wreaking havoc inside me, thrusting and teasing, lightly rubbing against the sensitive spot slightly to the left, just enough to arouse a faint, itchy sensation, but not enough to fully satisfy me.

“Cousin…my good cousin…ha…a little to the left…ah…right there…gently…I’m about to be killed by your thrusting…ah…ha…” I cried out incoherently, losing my mind, babbling incoherently to his words.

“Cousin, you’re so horny.” He smiled slightly, his penis pressing against the sensitive spot on the left, thrusting in and out, the large, rounded tip rubbing against the soft flesh, grinding back and forth, making me involuntarily straighten my body, sticking out my round buttocks, seemingly trying to avoid him but actually pushing him towards his huge member.

“Ha…hoo…mmm…so happy…” My vagina felt like it was melting from the pleasure, wave after wave of ecstasy almost overwhelmed me.

“Remember, this blissful feeling is from your cousin.” His beautiful, peach-blossom eyes stared intently at me.

“Mmm…cousin…ha…”

My neck arched slightly, my dark, beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as I watched his body in the mirror rise and fall against my soft, limp form, thrusting forcefully against the hard marble sink. The continuous, lewd sounds of water splashing filled the air, making me blush and my heart race.

…

"Ring ring..." A faint ringing sound ignited a spark of clarity in my hazy mind. My hands gripped the edge of the sink tightly, my fingertips turning slightly white, and I called out in a flustered voice, "Zhaojun... class is over... someone will come in soon."

He ignored me, his penis thrusting in and out of my alluring vagina, relentlessly pounding and teasing me with its nine deep thrusts

followed by one shallow one. The sounds of little girls playing and laughing drifted from afar, their footsteps growing closer, seemingly heading this way. I was terrified, my body oscillating between boundless lust and panicked terror, my voice pleading, almost a soft sob, "Zhaojun... they're really coming..."

"Then let them see for themselves the relationship between us cousins..." His voice was calm and elegant, seemingly unmoved.

As I endured his relentless thrusting, feeling the endless tingling pleasure, I inwardly groaned.

In this world, there are two types of men you should never mess with.

First, there's the man on his way home, about to be separated for a long time; his lust is like a wolf, wanting to make up for all the pleasures to come in one go.

Second, there's the jealous man, burning with jealousy, determined to vent his jealousy as lust, ravaging you mercilessly to vent his hatred.

...

Why am I so unlucky to encounter both of these complex and intertwined situations at the same time?

Right now, he's pinning me hard against the sink, wantonly violating and playing with me, his lust like a tiger descending the mountain, almost tearing me apart.

I recall high school, because of an anonymous love letter, he maliciously plotted against me, seemingly innocently touching my breasts for three whole years.

Now, he's caught me being confessed to and kissed by a student in public...

But it's clearly not my fault.

I was terrified by that boy myself.

Yet here I am, enduring his domineering and fierce lust,

feeling utterly wronged, more aggrieved than Dou E. "

...

What are you thinking about? So lost in thought? They're about to come in, aren't they?" The massive thing beneath him suddenly withdrew, leaving only the lonely, restless flower cave, its opening and closing seductively, like a delicate flower, relentlessly tempting him.

Chapter 074 ~ The Soft Moans on the Washbasin 4 ~ (Gao

sighed softly, his voice almost inaudible. Looking at the little figure in the mirror, her eyes filled with affection, tears welling up as if about to fall, his heart softened. In the end, he couldn't bear to let her suffer or be troubled.

Hearing the approaching footsteps and voices, he picked up the slightly dazed Rose, who seemed lost in thought, and nimbly and quickly slipped into the innermost stall, pinning the little figure who had just come back to her senses against the door. His massive thing then plunged into the seductive flower cave with a soft, wet sound, stirring up waves of pleasure.)

"Mmm..." The delicate woman in his arms let out a soft moan, her slender, delicate hands quickly covering her rosy lips. Two crimson blushes on her cheeks resembled blooming azaleas, exquisitely beautiful. Her eyes were hazy, half-open, half-closed, exuding a myriad of allure.

Her tight, delicate orifice gripped his massive member, contracting and spasming in waves, sucking and drawing in endless pleasure and tingling, as if he were enveloped in the finest silk, surrounded by undulating waves.

His breathing became slightly heavy, feeling an alluring suction deep within her flower-like opening, like a secluded path, making him lose his senses and become intoxicated. He couldn't help but thrust harder and more fiercely into her. His

penis rubbed against her plump vulva, chasing the trembling, sensitive flesh deep inside, teasing out waves of clear, glistening spring water that splashed and flowed onto the tip of his penis, the warm, wet sensation almost driving him mad.

...

He lifted me high, my feet off the ground, my back against the door. The coldness seeped through my clothes. His hands were on my buttocks, my long legs spread wide, wrapped around his waist. He brutally invaded my tender flower, thrusting in mercilessly to the very end.

"Ugh..." A gasp escaped my lips as I felt the swelling, the heat inside my flower-like opening, as if it were about to be completely stretched open. The passage writhed and contracted, trying to accommodate and adapt to this sensation. A surge of excitement rose rapidly from the depths of my flower.

I covered my slightly parted red lips with my small hands, swallowing the moan that escaped my lips, trying to hold my rapid breathing. I heard the girls chattering in my ears.

"The beautiful teacher said that Teacher Wang is her cousin! No wonder they look a bit alike," one girl said.

The huge thing inside me withdrew slightly, then thrust upwards with force, penetrating deeper and tighter. "Whoosh..." A rapid wave of pleasure washed over my entire body, my toes pointing slightly upwards, pointing straight up.

“But I feel like Teacher Wang’s gaze is always so gentle when he looks at her. It doesn’t seem like a family member,” another girl quickly retorted. His

enormous, menacing penis remained inside me. He lowered his head, sucking on my delicate neck, his incredibly agile tongue sliding provocatively up and down, bringing a wet, sticky sensation.

“Maybe… they’re having an affair,” another girl said mysteriously.

…Hearing this, I was startled, tightly covering my mouth, trying to calm my slightly rapid breathing caused by the shock. I thought to myself: This guess is too perceptive; maybe she’s just talking nonsense.

But… we really are having an affair.

At this moment, his penis was inserted into my vagina, gently poking and prodding, sending waves of tingling, itchy sensations through my vagina, leaving me conflicted, a feeling of indescribable emptiness rising within me.

"Maybe Teacher Wang is pinning her down somewhere right now, ravaging her mercilessly." As soon as this female student finished speaking, a chorus of agreement and laughter erupted. "Yeah, maybe in a secluded grove, or on an empty meadow... these are all great places for sex as described in books."

Before the voice faded, another chimed in, "And the indispensable washbasin, the cubicles..."

"Could it be right next to us?" A clear voice rang out, startling me again. My vagina reflexively twitched, gripping the penis tightly, my whole body tense, in a state of high alert.

"Huff..." His breathing became rapid, feeling the penis tightly gripped by layers of petals, sucking and squeezing with abandon, as if unable to hold back any longer, the penis thrusting in forcefully, pulling out slightly, then plunging in again.

"I think I heard rapid breathing? Which of you is excited? Could it be..." a girl asked, somewhat confused.

"Please, you're just being too sensitive and imagining things, right? We didn't hear any other sounds." Fortunately, another voice quickly refuted her.

"Alright, alright, the bell rang for class, let's hurry up, the math teacher is a freak, he won't let us be late, hurry up!" Just as she finished speaking, they heard the sound of rushing water, footsteps, and the girls' conversation gradually fading away.

...

"Ah... um... mmm... ha... huff..." Soft moans flowed from her tender red lips, lingering and captivating, stirring the soul.

He gripped my buttocks tightly, slamming me against the door. He pulled his penis fully out, then thrust it back in fiercely, plunging it straight into my tender cervix, grinding it vigorously before pulling it out without a second thought. He aimed at my dripping wetness and rammed in again, each thrust more forceful and violent than the last, almost sending me flying.

I felt like I was being crushed to death, only able to breathe rapidly and moan softly.

The increasingly intense thrusts and pounding drove me to the brink of ecstasy.

My vagina felt hot and numb from the friction, making me feel limp, as if I were melting, uncontrollably sliding down, only to be forcefully pulled back up by his relentless thrusts.

“Zhaojun…my good cousin…I’m about to…ha…be…killed by you…um……” I babbled incoherently, feeling waves of pleasure in my vagina, one wave receding only to be followed by another rushing in, layer upon layer, almost overwhelming me.

“Cousin, you’re so lewd…huff…your vagina is so tight…greedily gripping me…ha…” he murmured, his large hands freely groping my plump, round, pink buttocks, moving left and right, rubbing intimately against them in response to the thrusting of his massive member.

"Ah...uh...so deep...it's really going to pierce me...uh...uh..." My fingers tensed, gripping his shoulders tightly. My vagina arched slightly, and the soft, thumping sounds of his thrusting filled my ears, making my face flush and my heart race even more. All my senses were focused on my vagina, the soft, delicate flesh being pulled out and then deeply penetrated, as alluring and tempting as a blooming red rose.

"My cousin is so good...I...I'm going to...fuck you through!" As soon as he finished speaking, his penis withdrew slightly, aimed at the depths of my flower, and began to thrust violently, each time hitting the soft, sensitive cervix. The tingling sensation was mixed with a slight stinging pain, making me both resist and welcome him. I twisted my slender, soft waist, actively responding, letting his penis grind back and forth, bringing endless pleasure.

The rhythm seemed endless, waves of spring water mixed with cloudy white liquid slowly flowing down, dripping gently from where the two were joined. The dense thicket intertwined, adorned with tiny, fragmented spring dewdrops, crystal clear and utterly captivating, becoming even smaller and more delicate with each movement.

...

Suddenly, he gripped my pink buttocks tightly, his penis thrusting forcefully like a machine gun, a powerful strike penetrating deep into my cervix. Hot semen shot out like bullets into my tender flower, the scalding sensation making me tremble uncontrollably. My whole body tensed like a bow, my vagina spasming, gripping his penis tightly. A large gush of warm spring water slowly overflowed from deep within, mixing with his cloudy fluid, blocked by his penis, swelling and remaining inside.

He slowly withdrew his penis, and a spasm ran uncontrollably through my vagina. Waves of tingling, itchy, and empty sensations made me moan softly, "Ah... um..." The sound was lingering and alluring, reluctant to leave.

Before the moan faded, he inserted his penis diagonally into my vagina, slowly thrusting a few times before penetrating deeply, enjoying the involuntary spasms of my vagina.

"Mmm..." I breathed a sigh of relief, happily nestled in his arms, my fair legs wrapped around his strong waist, my vagina sucking on his large penis, enjoying the afterglow of each orgasm.

Chapter 075 ~ Two Hearts in One Place

Bai Qi stood by the window, tall and straight, gazing at the misty rain outside, his expression tinged with melancholy. Ever since that morning when Rose was snatched from his arms by another, and he resolutely turned and left, the whole world had become gloomy, as if all the scenery had lost its color.

That day, he chose to leave, but that didn't mean he would give up.

Thinking of Rose, that seemingly ordinary, delicate little girl, warm ripples spread through the deepest part of his heart, distant like clouds on the horizon, a gentle breeze on the seashore, lingering and melodious.

He didn't want to let go. At first, he thought it was because he couldn't forget her wonderful taste, that rare and exquisite beauty, so intoxicating and unforgettable, that he was obsessed and couldn't forget her.

Perhaps it was because of her unusual behavior; after the breakup, she didn't come looking for him, begging him, but instead turned away without hesitation, seeking a new love.

But as his heart slowly settled, as his chaotic thoughts gradually cleared, he suddenly realized that this inexplicable feeling wasn't what he had initially thought.

That infatuated, lingering feeling in his heart, a feeling he had never experienced with anyone else—was it love?

Whether it was a woman who looked slightly similar to her, or a woman completely different, passionate and fiery, none of them could attract his attention anymore. Night Moon is the best example.

That… this haunting, unforgettable, constantly yearning feeling must be the legendary love.

He loved Rose. He didn't know when it started, but he had fallen deeply in love with her.

That's why he liked to tease her, to bully her. He

shamelessly used her birthday as an opportunity to strike first, luring her to his home, and then devouring her.

That exquisite taste… once tasted, lingered in his heart constantly, impossible to shake off. It gave him nightly dreams of love, and every time he woke up, there was no one beside him; a profound loneliness, like a bone-deep wound, almost consumed him.

If… he hadn't bullied her so maliciously, if… he hadn't devised the twin game to toy with her, if… he hadn't so easily said goodbye, would the outcome be completely different now?

Would the petite, lovely, and lovable Rose be nestled in his arms right now, letting him love and cherish her at will?

Thick, long eyelashes veiled his dark eyes, trembling slightly. A few drops of moisture reflected in his deep, starry eyes. He stood silently, motionless.

His slender fingers clenched tightly in his palms, knuckles turning slightly white.

Unfortunately, he realized it too late. He had never sorted out his feelings for her.

Why had she given up on him so easily? Why had she run away so quickly? Without even looking back at his heartbroken state?

Of all the waters in the world, I only want a single sip.

But that sip had already been taken by someone else

…

His handsome face was elegant, with sharp features, seemingly calm and composed, but beneath lay a turbulent undercurrent. His long eyelashes slowly opened, revealing a shimmering light in his eyes, as black as lacquer. "

...

Rose, I'm leaving tomorrow." Zhaojun withdrew his penis, dressed, and gently laid me, limp and powerless, against him on the ground. He wrapped his arms around my slender waist, pulling me into his broad, strong embrace.

I nestled my head against his warm, musky chest, letting him clean and care for me. I felt a weakness in my calves, a tingling sensation spreading from my calves to my thighs. His fingers held a tissue, carefully wiping me, and streams of mixed fluid flowed from my swollen vulva.

"Zhaojun," I murmured, feeling a tingling, swollen sensation around my vulva, causing me to shift my legs slightly uncomfortably, leaning lazily against him, "I can't bear to leave you."

He hadn't even left yet, and I was already missing him, already worried. What would I do if he really left? These past few days together had been sweet and fleeting, but my love had grown stronger with each passing day, deeper than the waters of Peach Blossom Pool.

I saw every little thing Zhaojun did for me, and it warmed my heart. His kindness, his devotion, his gentle tenderness, and his domineering jealousy are all deeply etched in my memory.

Chapter 76 ~ Two Hearts Yearning for Each Other

Zhaojun's large hands, seemingly casually placed on my chest, gently squeezed my soft, full breasts, and placed a tender kiss on my red lips. His

clear, melodious voice flowed smoothly like a spring, gently passing by my delicate ear. He said, "Rose, I will miss you every moment. Your image resides in my entire heart, in every gesture, every smile."

I flipped my hand back, pressing it firmly against his chest, and opened my lips, saying, "Zhaojun, I will... miss you, I... can't bear to part with you." My voice choked slightly, my eyes felt swollen, and my vision blurred.

This familiar feeling—it's just a brief separation, so why are my tears flowing uncontrollably?

Why does a sudden panic rise within me, as if the most important thing in my life is about to be swept away by the wind?

I desperately wanted to reach out and hold on, but I felt powerless to do so. I could only watch helplessly as it slipped away inch by inch, disappearing from my life force…

This feeling of helplessness…

Tears streamed down my face like broken beads.

For a moment, I was sobbing uncontrollably.

“I’ll come to be with you after I’m done with this busy period.” A large hand affectionately stroked my silky hair, while the other hand gently wiped away my tears. Seeing my reluctant tears, a comforting yet tender smile curved his lips.

He spoke softly, his words like a gentle breeze: "My wild goose, fly freely, but remember, never stray too far from me. When you fly, listen attentively to the music I play with all my heart; that will be the direction you return home. I will always look up, gazing upon you, the love of my life..."

His beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, alluring with a drunken glow, overflowing with deep affection, sweet and delightful.

I shook my head, speechless, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. A voice in my heart kept saying, "No, no... don't leave me..."

A wave of indescribable panic made me reach out and hug him tightly, letting the inexplicable tears soak our clothes.

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What is regret?

Regret is testing again and again, unintentionally pushing her further and further away. When he suddenly looks back and finds her gone, it's too late to turn back; he can only watch helplessly as her figure gradually disappears.

The presence of Rose was like a morning mist in the woods, growing ever more indistinct. Her graceful figure gradually faded into the thick white fog. When he frantically reached out and looked around, she was already gone.

Panic ensued. It felt

as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out. He desperately tried to chase after her, desperately trying to chase after her, but he couldn't find his way.

Was this what the ancients meant by "concern leads to confusion, and those involved are often blinded"?

Bai Qi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, like fallen leaves dancing in the autumn wind. His dark eyes stared fixedly into the distance, ethereal and empty.

Before, he could usually guess her thoughts with a high degree of accuracy. Now, in his panic, he couldn't understand her every move. And with Zhaojun by her side, protecting her flawlessly…

He frowned slightly, pursed his lips, his handsome face, as clear and elegant as a Chinese landscape painting, showing a thoughtful expression.

Sun Tzu's Art of War says: Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle.

Chapter 77 ~ Two Hearts in One Place

. Wang Zhaojun, student council president of A University in B City. Her grades are outstanding, and her management and organizational skills are equally excellent. She maintains a strict private life, with countless suitors, but her love life remains empty. Rumor has it that she had a girlfriend in high school named Rose.

Rose, Rose…

The name echoes in my heart again and again, pure and elegant, shrouded in mist.

Bai Qi smiled faintly, like ripples on the water's surface, gentle and serene. His starry eyes narrowed slightly, dark and deep.

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I lay on the bed, my face deathly pale, my bright eyes tightly closed, my pearly white teeth gently biting my lower lip, my slender hands pressing against my heaving chest, still shaken.

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After Zhaojun left in the morning, I prepared my textbooks and lesson plans and went into the classroom.

Upon seeing me, the students fell silent for a moment, then a chatter broke out. A malicious voice rang out, "Yushan, the beautiful teacher is here!"

The students glanced at me with giggles, then turned to look at the boy with the black-rimmed glasses who had confessed his feelings to me, chattering amongst themselves, their eyes shifting between us.

These kids, bored to death from studying every day, this morning's scene certainly satisfied their curiosity, adding a splash of color to their mundane lives.

Ignoring their commotion, I calmly said, "Class has started, please be quiet." My voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but clear and calm.

I paused, looked around, and waited a while, watching them gradually quiet down.

A few boys in the back row, their eyes darting around, continued their quiet discussion. My gaze swept over them almost imperceptibly, and the chatter paused.

Suddenly, I stopped, my eyes meeting his. The boy named Yushan stared directly at me, his eyes through his black-rimmed glasses burning hot, almost scorching me.

I subtly shifted my gaze and said, "Today we'll have a composition class. The topic is fantasy and reality. You have two class periods to think about it, then put pen to paper and hand in your compositions after class."

After assigning the homework, I sat on the podium and carefully observed the students deep in thought: some were biting their pens, writing furiously; some immediately pulled out composition books and kept flipping through them; and some had a stack of books in front of them and were dozing off…

Intense gazes fell on me. I looked over sharply, and there was Yushan, propping his chin on his hand, staring intently at me.

I looked back defiantly, meeting his gaze directly, without flinching or avoiding it.

Our gazes collided, sparking a series of fires in the air.

Is this how a student should treat a teacher?… I muttered to myself, my eyes feeling a little tired.

Are all students these days so rebellious? ...I couldn't hold on any longer. Just as I was about to escape, I saw Yushan's very satisfied smile. His young face was like a blooming peach blossom, dazzling and captivating.

Suddenly drawn to his smile, I was slightly lost in thought. That radiant smile...it felt so familiar, like I'd seen it somewhere before.

But Yushan, what a beautiful name. It reminded me of an elegant man, as graceful as a silk fan. Looking at him, those black-rimmed glasses obscured so much, making me feel like I was looking at flowers through a fog, unable to see him clearly, yet he saw me perfectly.

It's so unfair. Next time, I'll try wearing glasses too.

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Chapter 078~ Two Hearts

Yearning for Each Other. After a while, I came to my senses and saw the students below diligently writing, the soft rustling of their pens echoing in the quiet classroom.

I routinely stepped down from the podium, deciding to walk around the classroom. Just as I was about to take a step, I caught a glimpse of Yushan's finger beckoning me.

Go or not?

He beckoned to me with his finger again.

I had no choice but to take two steps forward, slowly shuffling to his side. "What is it?" I asked, trying to keep my distance.

"Teacher, this is my essay. Please take a look," he said respectfully, handing me a brand-new composition book with both hands.

Only half an hour had passed, and he'd finished so quickly? I muttered to myself, taking his work, glancing at him briefly, before calmly shifting my gaze to the book itself.

At first glance, I was completely captivated…

“Deep within my soul lies a secret, my life a secret I cannot reveal.

In an instant, I felt an eternal love,

but the torment is that this love is hopeless, and I must remain silent,

while the one who has stirred my love remains oblivious.

How can I make her aware?

A few soft words,

winning her heart

, a love so profound and alluring.

On the sink, a soft moan.

Unrestrained affection, and roses bloom.”

Upon seeing the last few lines, my mind went blank, as if I were in a vast, empty space. My joints were stiff, I felt petrified, only my fingers trembling.

The white text on black ink kept replaying in my mind: sink, soft moan…

that morning's lovemaking, he found out

, didn't he? Everyone knows?

I looked at You Shan, my bright eyes filled with panic, a turbulent sea of emotions, and tears slowly welling up in my sparkling eyes.

What to do? What to do? What should I do?

Why did Zhaojun leave at this crucial moment? Who can I rely on?

There's no one left for me to rely on, so what should I do?

...

"Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know, but he doesn't." His voice gently drifted into my ears, meant to reassure me, yet it struck me like a hammer blow, waking me up.

What was this? A threat? An uncontrollable anger rose within me, my face flushed red, my misty eyes fixed on him.

"I like you." His lips moved, but no sound came out; those four words were crystal clear.

Two students around us noticed the unusual atmosphere, turned around, and looked at us with slightly puzzled expressions.

"Teacher, how did my writing go?" he asked respectfully, dispelling the other students' doubts.

"Let me take a closer look first." I feigned composure, carefully putting away my notebook and clutching it tightly in my hand. I walked to the podium, sat down, and glanced around. The students were still diligently writing, the soft scratching of their pens a calm and steady sound that masked the earlier turmoil.

I opened my notebook and stared intently at the last few sentences, as if trying to devour them, my face expressionless.

Time had never felt so unbearable; each second felt like an eternity, making me incredibly restless. There was always a burning gaze fixed on me from below, unabashedly watching me, that all-knowing look, as if it had seized my vitals, clinging to me relentlessly, refusing to leave.

"Ring ring ring..." As soon as the bell rang, I grabbed my textbook, lesson plan, and composition book, and fled the classroom as if a ferocious beast was behind me, ready to devour me whole.

...

I skipped the next class, becoming a complete deserter.

I rushed home, lay on my bed, still shaken.

Reaching for my phone, I dialed. A soft, sweet voice answered, "Dad, it's me, Qiangwei... My school just called and said I need to prepare for exams and my thesis right away, and I need to rush back. But I still have half a month left in my internship here, what should I do?... Hmm, I feel like I already have enough internship experience and I've gotten the hang of it, so I'll just skip the rest of the internship... Okay, then please tell Teacher Yang that my internship is over... I'll pack my things right away and go back to school tomorrow... Okay, then arrange a car, I'll hitch a ride to school tomorrow."

Hanging up, I breathed a sigh of relief, a huge weight lifted from my heart.

If I can't afford to offend him, I can avoid him.

Thinking of Youshan, my heart tightened again.

He knows, will he tell everyone?

... Probably not

.... This is evidence he used to blackmail me; if he tells anyone, it won't benefit him, and it won't threaten me anymore

.... Although he says he likes me, he's using this to blackmail me; his only goal is to get with me, isn't it?

...Yushan, such a nice name, clean-cut black-rimmed glasses, and a refined and elegant appearance, yet his mind is full of lewd thoughts, he's really not a good person.

...Never mind, he has no evidence anyway, I'll just pretend I was bitten by a dog.

...

Seeing Rose's delicate mind turning and thinking, after directly rejecting Yushan, her troubled thoughts were thrown to the back of her mind, and she gradually calmed down.

The lovemaking in the morning was too intense, and she barely managed to stay awake for a class. Plus, she was frightened, so now that she was relaxed, a hazy sleepiness came over her.

Her small red mouth opened slightly, and she yawned rather inelegantly. The petite and lovely girl turned over, curled up into a ball, and within two seconds, even and long breathing could be heard.

Chapter 079 ~ Two Hearts

Yearning for Each Other When she woke up, the sky outside the window was already darkening, the room was dimly lit, and the furniture stood quietly in a hazy light.

I blinked, stretched, closed my eyes, and slowly opened them a moment later.

My head felt a little stuffy when I woke up, probably from sleeping so long. But I was in a good mood; the things that had been bothering me were gone, and my heart felt light and airy, like a pure white cloud. I

reached out my small, soft hand, felt around on the pillow, grabbed my phone, and checked the time—7 o'clock.

No wonder the sky was so dark. I stuck out my tongue and called out loudly, "Mommy! Daddy!"

No one answered. I called twice more and gave up.

They really are something; they slipped out without a sound while I was sleeping

…

My white fingers scrolled through my contacts, found Qingying's name, pressed the button, and after two beeps, the call connected.

A soft, slightly seductive voice drifted over: "Rose, where have you been? You went home and forgot I existed? You haven't contacted me in so long. You only care about the opposite sex, not your heart."

I laughed. This little girl, after being trained by Feng Xu for so long, has become a quick-witted, chattering little sparrow.

Clearing my throat, I offered two tempting words: "Qingying, I have two pieces of news. Which do you want to hear first?"

"Two... good news and bad news? Then I want the bad news first." Her soft voice hesitated, agonizing for a long time before suddenly making up her mind and saying decisively, with a touch of righteous indignation.

"Hey~ my dear little Yingzi, I'm going back tomorrow~~" Her voice trailed off, playfully rising. I happily announced, a mischievous smile blooming on her small face. I'll be back tomorrow to torment you!

"Ah~~..." A surprised scream rang in her ears, making her eardrums vibrate slightly. "You're coming back! Really?"

"Just kidding."

"...Liar, you made me so happy. I was even thinking that if you came back, I'd prepare food for you to taste my cooking. Feng Xu said it's delicious, very delicious~" The little girl was clearly self-praising.

"Okay, then I'll come straight to your house tomorrow, you have to treat me well!" She smiled secretly, feeling as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

"Ah~~ You're really coming back~~ Rose, I missed you so much. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Okay, where will you pick me up?"

"At the dormitory."

...I'm so helpless, this lazy little rascal. Her lips twitched, feeling quite helpless.

"And there's another piece of news?" This little sparrow is very clever, she's been tricked many times but hasn't gotten dizzy, Feng Xu has really taught her well.

"I have a boyfriend." The smile on her lips blossomed more and more, like a beautiful peony, charming and captivating.

"You're bringing up old news? I already knew about this." The voice on the other end of the phone was calm and serene, as if she knew everything all along.

"...It's not Bai Qi." I retorted.

"I know. Qiangwei, isn't that the beauty you brought over last time?"

"..." I was speechless.

"You want to ask me how I know, is that it? Please, dear sister, don't you know I have eyes that can spot infidelity?" The voice became excited, "He's very handsome, his eyes are very affectionate when he looks at you, but what really made me see it at a glance was the hormones in the air. He exudes an aura of love for you from head to toe."

"..." I was even more speechless.

"Oh, okay, Feng Xu is back, I won't say more today~ See you tomorrow, mwah." The other end hurriedly hung up.

"Beep beep beep..." A busy tone came from the phone. I paused, then pressed the button on my phone. I buried my face in the soft pillow, half annoyed and half sweet, thinking that

even she could see the tender feelings between Zhaojun and me. So, am I the only one in the world who mistook Zhaojun for a woman? But such a stunningly beautiful woman, capable of captivating a nation…

The melodious ringtone sounded, and I picked it up casually, holding it to my ear, saying irritably, “Who is it?” Disturbing my reverie and longing.

“Rose, my little goose…” A clear, captivating, slightly magnetic voice sounded, “So angry? Is it because you were interrupted while thinking of me?”

“You flatterer. Who would miss you? I was sleeping, and your call woke me up.” Her tone was fierce, but my heart softened, as if soaked in sugar water, sweet and tender.

“Then… baby, did you dream of me?” A soft laugh sounded in my ear.

“No.” I answered honestly; I had fallen into a deep sleep as soon as I drifted off, completely dreamless.

“Baby, don’t you miss me?” Zhaojun’s voice was somewhat aggrieved.

"I miss you..." A soft chord in my heart was gently plucked, and for a moment, an inexplicable feeling swept over me. I held my phone and read in a barely audible voice: "Enter the gate of longing, know the bitterness of longing... Longing is long, remembrance is long, short longing is endless... If I had known it would bind my heart so, I would rather we had never met."

Longing is alluring, unforgettable, and a day apart feels like three autumns.

"Baby, I'm sorry to have troubled you." His voice was soft, like a gentle breeze soothing me, making me feel even more wronged, and my nose felt a little sore.

"Zhaojun..." I called out softly, sweetly, and tenderly.

"I miss you," he said, "Your soft moans linger in my ears, your image echoes in my mind, your fullness, your jade legs, your private parts, your hidden beautiful pearl, your incredibly tight and enchanting little hole..."

Hearing his words, my face flushed red, hot and swollen, like the artificially created red apple in Snow White's stepmother's hand. He's such a lecherous man, what's he thinking about all day?

I stammered, "What are you thinking about?" So lewd.

"Thinking about you, my princess, my enchantress. You've me head over heels, don't you know that?" His voice was a little hoarse, his soft, gentle tone making me shy yet reluctant to hang up.

"...I don't know." The honest little rabbit blushed and whispered.

"Hehe," a hearty laugh rang out, "Baby, my body is thinking about you too." His clear, spring-like voice seduced me subtly. "

...I miss you too." My pussy felt warm, a little numb, a little empty.

"Then, baby, kiss me."

"Mua~" A sweet kiss flew towards me.

"Such a sweet, soft kiss, it reminds me of your soft, rosy lips, your nimble tongue, and the sweet taste. It makes me want to kiss your little mouth fiercely, to silence your lips, and to play with them wantonly."

"Okay, come on," I readily agreed. It seemed that because he couldn't see my face or sense my emotions through the phone, he felt as if I were shrouded in a thin veil, both sinful and secretive. Suddenly, his playful impulse was aroused.

"My little tongue wanders around my lips, like a small, rosy cherry peeking out, tempting you," I deliberately lowered my voice, speaking seductively in a slightly magnetic tone, while licking my lower lip with my tongue.

"Huff..." His breathing became heavier, and he gasped for breath. "You little devil, the moment you opened your mouth, my huge thing started swelling uncontrollably. What should I do? Look, do you want to take responsibility?"

"I stretched out my soft palm and carefully covered your huge thing through the thin clothing. Hard and dangerous, standing there vibrantly, imposing and aggressive. My slender fingers gently unzipped the zipper and slid in, curiously touching your mushroom..."

His breathing became more rapid. "Baby, keep going, it feels so good... It wants your comfort, your tenderness, your love..."

"But my little hole is so uncomfortable, warm and clear water slowly flowed out along the flower path, slowly seeping into the snow-white panties, the wet marks telling you, I miss you..."

“Baby, my enchantress, I long to caress your tight little hole, to feel its intoxicating pleasure, to gently touch your hidden pink pearl with my massive member, to occasionally thrust it in and out, to feel your slight trembling, and the moist, alluring spring water…”

I breathed softly, my fair, slender fingers following his words, quietly sliding towards my private parts, carefully and gently touching my pearl. A slightly itchy sensation rose with the touch, mixed with a tingling, numb feeling. “Mmm…” I bit my lower lip, breathing softly.

“Does it feel good?” He seemed to have guessed my every move, asking with a faint smile.

“It feels good…” I answered softly. My fingertips gently pressed against the pearl, flicking it up and down, a rapid tingling sensation swept through my body from the pearl, a sour and soft feeling, so comfortable.

“My massive member needs your comfort too.” My voice was like a child who couldn’t get candy, adorably unreasonable, demanding fairness.

“But, I don’t know how…” I was torn.

"What a silly baby." He sighed helplessly, shaking his head at her innocent, naive, and adorable words.

Stupid? He actually called me stupid? It was supposed to be a doting word, but I just couldn't swallow it. I may not have seen a pig run, but I've at least eaten pork. I absolutely can't let him look down on me.

Chapter 080 ~ Two Hearts Longing ~ 6 ~ High

"..." I remained silent.

"Baby? What's wrong?" A questioning voice came from the other end.

Either I'll become a pervert in silence, or I'll explode in silence.

"Zhaojun," I lowered my voice as much as possible, my soft and delicate voice slightly hoarse, charming and alluring, firmly holding his soul, and asking provocatively, "Do you really want... me to help you?" "

Little vixen... of course I want to..." He almost melted at the sound of it.

"Hey, can you feel it? Delicate fingertips slowly sliding on your huge thing, up and down, caressing it wantonly, stroking it lightly, not just lightly touching your mushroom, lightly gliding over the slit at the tip... does it feel good?" I deliberately pressed on.

"So good, so good. It's swelled up in your soft, satin-like little hands. Can you feel it?" he panted.

"No... not big enough. I want to hold it tightly in my hands, feel its burning hardness in my palms, restless and trembling, clamoring to wreak havoc."

"Baby, you seem so innocent, but I didn't expect you to know so much..." He couldn't help but laugh as he enjoyed himself.

"Yes, it's all thanks to your excellent training, Zhaojun..." I covered my mouth, giggling sweetly, two blushes rising on my cheeks. I paused, then continued, "I want to hold it tightly, moving it up and down, back and forth, my soft, delicate palms moving over the huge thing, occasionally reaching the round scrotum, curiously and quickly stroking it, speeding up upwards, pressing the red mushroom, constantly caressing it..."

"So good, little vixen, I can't help but want to enter your flower cave." His deep voice, panting heavily, tempted me. "Let me touch your pearl, see if she's been well-behaved these past few days..."

"She said she misses you, did you hear that?... Missing your nimble fingertips, missing your hard member..." She paused, then said in an extremely tender tone, "Zhaojun, do you see? My fingertips are on the pearl you've been longing for, gently playing with it. A slight itch is coming from there, making me curl up on my toes, straighten my body, and stretch out my fingers to carefully continue touching it, yearning for that tingling sensation..."

I chuckled softly, my slender fingers slowly sliding along the edge of the phone, caressing it up and down, my eyes slightly hazy, sparkling with an alluring light. My other hand lazily rested on my private parts, my pointed fingertips gently and casually twisting the pink pearl. With each touch, broken, tender moans escaped my red lips, whispered almost inaudibly.

"Baby, is it good?" His tone was flat, seemingly nonchalant, but his rapid breathing betrayed his excitement.

"It's great... I can feel the wet, slippery fluid slowly flowing out of my pussy... drop by drop... gushe after gushe... wetting my pants... slippery, warm and wet..." I answered breathlessly.

"Baby, I really want to touch your panties, to feel that endless, intoxicating warmth... Look, your nipples are perky, blooming pink on your snow-white fullness... struggling to receive unrestrained love..." he responded breathlessly.

"Yes, it's swollen, a little empty, I want a large palm to gently cover it, just the right size to hold in one hand, the soft, warm jade, white as cream, exuding a faint fragrance, tempting you..." I said mischievously.

"I'm already tempted by you... I want to pinch your tender pink tips, to tug and pull them gently, watching them slowly unfold into a beautiful sight... I can't resist taking them in my mouth, my nimble tongue gently gliding over your plump, white flesh, teasing the red tips back and forth, feeling them tremble slightly in my mouth, my white teeth caressing the alluring blossoms, stirring up waves of tingling pleasure... Buried in your fullness, I breathe deeply, inhaling deeply in the fragrant atmosphere of your warm, soft flesh..." He spoke with ecstasy, his imagination so vivid yet so beautiful and elegant, that I couldn't help but succumb... My breasts felt soft and swollen, as if they were truly being wantonly played with.

"Do you like it this way?" he asked.

"I like it." I replied with a light smile, my eyes alluring, my voice sweet and melodious, like a nightingale's song: "Such soft, tender, full breasts, white as snow, smooth as satin, the deep, alluring cleavage faintly visible... Doesn't your enormous member want to feel it?" Since he couldn't see or touch me over the phone, I became bolder, wantonly tempting him.

"Mmm...you little devil...I really want to pin you down and ravage you...make you unable to get out of bed for three days and three nights, see if you still dare to say that..." he growled, his tone fierce and domineering, yet revealing a hint of tenderness.

"Come on..." I smiled seductively, my eyes slightly tilted to the upper left, a look of innocence and allure, intoxicating and captivating. "My little hole is hot, swollen, and so empty. It feels like I need your cock to satisfy me, to penetrate me, to thrust into me hard..."

"Baby...too fast...slow down...let me enjoy it a little longer, to savor the unique ecstasy you're giving me tonight..." His voice was smooth and sexy, slow and captivating like a gentle spring dripping: "Let my fingers linger in your private parts, wandering back and forth, teasing your desire, admiring your alluring beauty..."

He didn't give me a chance to reply, continuing gently and tenderly: "I really want to touch your pearl. Right now, it must be shyly standing there, waiting for my love...when my index and thumb gently pinch it, kneading and pulling it back and forth, stroking and tugging it up and down..."

"So comfortable... Ah..." I couldn't stop panting, each breath shorter and more seductive than the last. My delicate, slender fingertips, following his description, pinched my nipples, teasing them up and down. Waves of tingling, slightly itchy sensations washed over me, bringing indescribable pleasure.

"...Your spring water has soaked my palms, the wet, hot feeling is driving me crazy..." His voice was even lower and hoarse, almost a shout.

"Come on, can you feel it? My nipples are swollen, wanting your suckling... And my little hole is opening and closing, contracting and relaxing, yearning for you with utmost tenderness... Glistening dewdrops overflow from the depths of my flower, constantly calling out to you, the delicate, pink, and tender flesh appearing and disappearing before you with the movement of my opening..." Such bold and shameful words easily came from my mouth, whether it was the darkness that lured out my sinful side, or the distance that seduced my lewd side.

“Ha…you damned little vixen, I really want to fuck you to death, so that all you can do is moan and gasp, and you can’t say any more seductive words…” he said viciously, his breathing becoming more and more rapid.

“Zhaojun, watch this, the snow-white, slender fingertips left the pearl, slowly sliding down, to the entrance of the flower cave that was so eager and empty, it only lingered for a moment before being eagerly swallowed by the thirsty little cave…the soft, tight flower path tightly wrapped around the slender fingers, writhing layer by layer with great pleasure, savoring the presence of that foreign object…although it’s very small and thin, it feels so good…waves of pleasure are about to overwhelm me…” My voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible, only my gasps revealed my passion and supreme pleasure…

“Baby, tease the soft flesh on the upper left side.” he commanded breathlessly.

I kept my word and obediently pressed my fingertip against the soft flesh on the upper left side of the flower path, a small, bean-sized object. "Ah... um..." A series of soft moans escaped my lips uncontrollably. A tingling, electric-like pleasure swept through my entire body, and a gush of spring water flowed from the depths of the flower, spraying onto my finger...

My whole body felt limp and powerless, my mind blank, I couldn't hear any sound, only rapid breathing. I savored the intoxicating, ecstatic pleasure spreading from my flower-like opening throughout my body. My fingers were still inserted in my flower path, pressing against that soft flesh, motionless, letting the warm, moist spring water slide over me...

...

After a long time, I gradually heard a voice in my ear. His voice on the other end of the phone asked with wicked intent, "My sweet baby, did you just have an orgasm?"

This bad guy, I can't let him get away with it. I replied innocently, "...Yes, I just had an orgasm, my body is weak and powerless, so I won't keep you company any longer, please do as you please." Before I finished speaking, I hung up the phone decisively. I'd let him tease me just now, and now I'd make him suffer the torment of unfulfilled desire.

A bright, mischievous smile played on his lips, but his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. He yawned, rolled over, curled up into a ball, and drifted off into a deep sleep.

...

"Beep...beep..." The phone went dead. Zhaojun smiled helplessly, glancing at his still-erect, erect member, clamoring for release. He shook his head, thinking to himself: This Rose, with such a cute personality, is really annoying... After seductively teasing him, she just leaves. She's so childish, never grown up. Doesn't she worry about him being lonely and cheating on her in the middle of the night... Oh well, when I see her again, I'll definitely ravage her, train her, and give her pointers to avenge today's humiliation.

He stood up, resignedly heading to the bathroom for a cold shower...

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

...

Bai Qi had a strong premonition that, either today or tomorrow, she would definitely return to school.

Return, return to his side.

This intense inspiration, growing ever sharper with his composure these past few days, made him increasingly aware of the scent of roses…

It sounded mystical, almost unbelievable.

Yet, these past two days, as if by telepathy, every cell in his body seemed to rejoice, as if welcoming the most precious treasure of his life.

His mood shifted from initial anxiety to overwhelming anticipation; the intense longing threatened to consume him.

…

As the ancients said, “A day apart feels like three autumns.”

These past few days had been agonizing; he had lost his appetite, each second feeling like an eternity. And

now, it seemed, the end was near.

…

Bai Qi looked up, gazing at the full moon on the horizon. As the thin mist gradually obscured its bright light, his eyes were deep and unfocused, a faint smile playing on his lips: this intense longing, lingering in his heart, would gradually fade tonight; tomorrow, he would see his beloved again, and begin a new, determined pursuit. February 5th,

Chapter 81 ~ A Trembling Tomorrow (Bai Qi! Xiong Qi)

I slept almost all day yesterday. I woke up at dawn.

Outside the window, a few birds chirped softly, melodious and sweet.

I got up and went to the bedside, parting the curtains adorned with pale yellow flowers. A breath of fresh air rushed in.

I took a few deep breaths, feeling the beauty of nature. A faint smile bloomed on my lips, my eyes clear as a stream.

I glanced at the clock; 5:30, still early.

I stretched, starting to pack my luggage while lost in thought.

Yushan, a beautiful fan, what a lovely name… but his behavior was so unpleasant… He said he liked me, such a young child, was it because he lacked maternal love? Seeing me felt like seeing his mother?… Like Shinichi seeing Nana?… But that overwhelming sense of threat was so unsettling!! His gaze pierced through his black-rimmed glasses, as if he could see right through me… but he himself hid behind those glasses, making him impossible to understand…

...Forget it, I'd better not think about it anymore. Anyway, he drove me away, and we won't have any contact anymore.

I sighed, and before I knew it, I had packed everything.

Looking at the time, it was just past six.

With an hour and a half to spare, I leisurely went to the kitchen, made a cup of honey tea, and, carrying the cup in both hands, returned to my room. Sitting at my desk, I turned on my computer, watching the screen gradually light up. My slender fingers gripped the long handle of the spoon, stirred it gently, and then I scooped up a small spoonful of water, slowly bringing it to my cherry-like mouth. A sweet and fragrant taste melted in my mouth.

So delicious, so sweet! It touched my heart.

My slender fingers typed a few letters on the keyboard, logging in. The desktop background was a beautiful, bright landscape painting. In the center of the painting was an adorable plush rabbit, sitting quietly on a green lawn, gazing blankly into the distance—this was the desktop background Zhaojun had created for me. The plush rabbit was handmade by him; he said the little rabbit was silly and cute, just like me…

I looked at the desktop background carefully, remembering his words, and couldn't help but smile secretly.

I opened a webpage, entered "postgraduate entrance exam forum," found the section for University A in City B, and searched for information related to the postgraduate entrance exam.

The Chinese Department at University A is very prestigious, ranking second in the country, and it has a doctoral program. This means that if you get in, you have the opportunity to directly pursue a PhD.

There are many people asking questions, sharing their experiences, and seeking fellow graduate school applicants here…

After filtering out a lot of useless information, I started carefully reading the more helpful posts.

Senior students who were admitted to University A for graduate studies analyzed that University A is very difficult to get into because there are many applicants but very few admissions. In addition, many students are recommended for admission without examination, and the university itself excludes students from other universities…

As a result, thousands of people are scrambling for a single spot.

So difficult, so competitive… I sighed softly, thinking of Zhaojun waiting for me on the University A campus, and I felt full of confidence and motivation.

This time, I must work hard to reach Zhaojun's side and make her look at me with new eyes.

…

“Rose, breakfast is ready. Come and eat quickly, the driver will be here to pick you up soon.” My mother's voice came from the kitchen.

"Okay," I replied loudly, closed the webpage, clicked the shutdown button, quickly got up, rushed into the kitchen, took a rather exaggerated deep breath, and exclaimed, "It smells so good! Mom, what did you prepare? It smells so good! It's making my stomach rumble."

Flattery never fails. Hearing my praise, Mom couldn't help but smile. While handing me breakfast, she said, "Black bean soy milk, fried eggs, and meat pancakes."

"That's quite a feast, Mom's hands are so skillful." I picked up my chopsticks and started eating. "

Mom," a sudden thought flashed through my mind, and I mumbled, ignoring the food still in my mouth, "I want to take the postgraduate entrance exam."

"My dear daughter, you still want to study?" Hearing this, Mom looked up at me, her face full of surprise.

"..." I looked at her speechlessly, trying to swallow the food in my mouth.

"Sweetie, get married soon after graduation," she coaxed me in a very doting tone.

"Mom..." I looked at her pleadingly, my bright eyes blinking, filled with tears and endless pleas.

"..." She hesitated, looking at my pitiful appearance, and sighed, "Alright."

"Mom, I won't be coming home for a while. Focus on your exams at school, okay?" I wolfed down my breakfast and soy milk, then snuggled into her arms, acting all cute.

"Mom, you have to miss me, okay? Call me often..." I leaned close to her cheek and secretly planted a kiss.

"You're so old, still acting like a child," she complained, but couldn't stop smiling, nagging me with concern, "My dear daughter, take good care of yourself at school. Eat your meals on time, go to bed on time, go to bed early and get up early, don't stay up late..."

After

hearing her caring words, I picked up my luggage and went downstairs to wait for the bus. The thought of leaving home brought a bittersweet feeling; I was reluctant to leave.

I shook my head, shaking off the sadness, and firmly told myself, "I'll work hard for the future I've chosen."

I got on the bus, gazing at the fleeting scenery outside the window, missing Zhaojun a little. Holding the phone, I hesitated for a long time before putting it down, not wanting to disturb his sleep.

Looking at the time, three more hours until we reached school.

...

Her pure eyes flickered, shimmering with a faint smile.

Rose leaned lazily against the seat, completely unaware that her destined fate was silently approaching.

...

Carrying her luggage, I got off the bus and stood at the school's main gate, looking at the school, a wave of uncertainty washing over me.

Scenes from before flashed before my eyes like a movie: my first meeting with Bai Qi, the time we spent studying together, the exquisite breakfast he brought me in the morning, the passionate encounter on the playground at night, his secret rendezvous over the wall in the middle of the night, the helplessness and heartbreak of being told the truth that morning, and the beautiful scene of the talented young man and beautiful woman gazing at each other on the stage that day...

I sighed, pulled myself out of my thoughts, shook my head, and ordered myself not to think about it anymore.

...

The wide, flat road was deserted. I strolled leisurely along the shaded roadside trees, took out my phone from my handbag, and called my mother to let her know I was safe. The call connected quickly.

"Hello, Mom, I've arrived at school. Yeah, I'm on my way to the dorm. Okay, I'll take care of myself, bye." I said, hanging up the phone, and immediately stopped.

My eyes fell on a pair of white casual shoes.

In a good mood, I kept my head down, trying to avoid them, and continued on my way.

But it seemed the owner of those shoes was deliberately trying to spite me. I moved to the left, and they followed; I moved to the right, and they followed again.

So annoying.

I looked up impatiently, opening my mouth to speak, but when I saw the person standing in front of me, my mouth opened and closed again, but no sound came out.

Bai Qi stood before me, silent, staring intently at me, his dark eyes unfathomable, his handsome face, like a landscape painting, carrying an inexplicable seriousness.

I stared at him blankly, completely surprised that the person who had just been swirling in my mind was now in reality, and for a moment I didn't know what to say.

Chapter 82 ~ A Trembling Tomorrow (Bai Qi!)

He woke up before dawn.

He hadn't slept well all night, his mind preoccupied with her, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Her face, her figure, every smile and gesture filled his mind.

With a determined smile and bright, piercing eyes, Bai Qi got up, dressed, and decided to arrive at the school gate early, waiting for that adorable, lone lamb to fall into his trap. He couldn't remember how long he waited

;

it felt like an eternity, before he finally saw his beloved, the girl from his dreams, slowly step out of the car, carrying her luggage and waving goodbye. Then, as she walked, she leisurely made a phone call, head down, smiling and speaking softly, so nonchalantly that she didn't even realize she'd been standing there for so long.

Only when she was right in front of him, almost bumping into him, did she belatedly stop, trying to walk around him without even looking up.

So, she went left, and he followed; she went right, and he chased after her relentlessly.

After two or three such attempts, she seemed impatient and finally looked up…

Bai Qi gazed longingly at the little girl before him… Staring at him in astonishment through her large, misty, watery eyes, her snow-white, porcelain-like face framed delicate, arched eyebrows slightly furrowed, a high, straight nose with a small, slightly upturned tip, and a small, pink mouth like a cherry blossom, slightly parted in surprise, revealing a glimpse of her adorable little tongue peeking between her pearly teeth. The

rose he had longed for stood before him, her lips parted alluringly, her beautiful eyes gazing at him with adoration… A surge of heat ran through his lower abdomen, and his entire body ached with longing.

His gaze, fiery and deep, was fixed on her, like a fierce leopard eyeing its prey, poised to strike.

…

Bai Qi's focused gaze sent a chill down my spine.

It was like a hungry wolf staring menacingly at me, this poor, lonely lamb.

A pang of bitterness shot through me, and for a moment I didn't know what to say. After a moment of stunned silence, I composed myself, raised my hand, waved, forced a smile, and said, "Hi…"

as a greeting. In my heart, I thought: Even if we can't be lovers, we can still be friends. The reason was simple: he was the powerful and influential student council president. Offending him meant he could easily wipe out this nobody with a flick of his finger. Besides, he had so many fans; I could simply ignore him now. And then, who knows how many secret reprisals I'll suffer. I've always been a wise and discerning person.

He looked at me, silent, his gaze growing increasingly focused, his eyes growing darker.

The atmosphere seemed somewhat stiff, the air around us tense and stagnant. I gradually began to tense up, swallowed, cleared my throat, and secretly encouraged myself, opening my mouth slightly: "Good morning, senior, it's nice to see you..."

I stopped myself in annoyance. What was I even saying? My mind was blank; the words that came out sounded like those of a devoted fan, completely infatuated.

He remained silent, his starry eyes fixed on me, his expression somewhat dazed and dreamy, a faint joy and a touch of sadness flashing across his handsome face.

"Senior?" I tilted my head, my bright eyes filled with questioning confusion, and looked at him, asking, "Is there something you need? If not, could you please move aside? I'd like to go get some breakfast first..." My stomach obligingly growled twice, confirming my words.

...

Seeing her swallow hard, his eyes darkened further, his lower abdomen contracted tightly, a spark of electricity flashing through him, and his manhood began to rise.

He stood straight, motionless, trying hard to control his intense reaction, not wanting to alert him or disturb the little one he cherished before him. Hearing Qiangwei's words, Bai Qi was somewhat dazed, vaguely recalling how she had called him "senior" in a sweet voice before, and how they had even argued about the form of address... Now, hearing her call him "senior" again, his heart swelled with a bittersweet feeling, as if something was about to overflow.

She said she was hungry and asked him to move aside. Then her stomach growled twice, and the little girl's cheeks flushed slightly, seemingly a little embarrassed, but her eyes remained fixed on him, as if proudly telling him that what she had just said wasn't an excuse, but the truth.

Looking at the vibrant and lively Rose, he smiled happily. His thoughts raced, and the gloom that had hung over him for days suddenly vanished, replaced by a clear, sunny sky, bringing immense comfort.

"Rose," he said, his voice gentle as water, as clear and melodious as a mountain stream, "I'd like to invite you to breakfast."

... Huh? I stared

at him in disbelief, unable to believe my ears. He was so formally inviting me to breakfast? His hand was even outstretched in front of me...

But I refused. I didn't want any more contact with him. Having made up my mind, I firmly opened my mouth... ... Seeing her expression, Bai Qi guessed her thoughts. Seeing his beloved Rose about to refuse his offer, he hardened his heart, his right hand swiftly flipping upwards, aiming for her neck, and bringing it down heavily. His other hand caught her limp body, pulling her soft, fragrant body into his embrace. ... Looking around, he saw no one. Bai Qi smiled contentedly, quite pleased with Feng Xu's efficiency. This student council election could potentially promote him to vice president, making him one of his two wings. He held Qiangwei tightly, his loving gaze fixed on her. He quickly walked to the car nearby, opened the door, placed the unconscious girl on the back seat, turned back to retrieve her luggage, and closed the door. He leisurely got in, fastened his seatbelt, started the engine, slowly released the clutch, and gently pressed the accelerator. The car started slowly and smoothly drove out of the campus. Chapter 083~ A Trembling Tomorrow (Bai Qi! Rise Up!) This time, when I slowly woke up, my head and neck ached terribly. My mind was dull and buzzing. I was a little groggy, but I vaguely felt that I had been sleeping for the past two days. I pouted; the pain made me extremely unhappy. Lying in bed all the time, my whole body felt like it was rusting. If I kept sleeping, I'd turn into a little pig. I slowly got up, sat on the bed, and pressed my snow-white hands against my forehead, pressing hard on my temples. A pair of warm, large hands gently landed on my shoulders from behind, gently massaging them with just the right amount of pressure. With his massage, the stiffness in my neck gradually improved. After a while, the pain subsided slightly, and I... My mind gradually cleared. His large hand withdrew, and his warm, soft lips pressed against my delicate neck, kissing it lightly and caressing it lovingly. A tingling, electric-like pleasure surged through my veins, rushing towards my heart. I was startled, my whole body tensing. I frantically tried to recall the scene before I fell asleep… It seemed that Bai Qi had elegantly extended his hand, offering it to me, his eyes filled with an intense tenderness, sincerely inviting me to breakfast? My face suddenly turned deathly pale. I opened my mouth slightly, my voice soft and uncertain, and asked, “Senior?” My voice trembled uncontrollably. "Hmm?" A voice, as alluring as fine wine, softly hummed, the last syllable lingering, seductive and captivating. I froze completely, unable to believe my ears. My heart ached as if a thorn had been pierced, trembling with a slight pain. What... what sins have I committed? I've unknowingly cheated on my husband, inexplicably climbed into Bai Qi's bed, and presented Zhaojun with a brightly colored green hat. No, no, this isn't the time for such thoughts. I should calm down and analyze the situation... But at this moment, my heart just wouldn't settle... I could only sit stiffly, afraid to turn around, my face deathly pale, my dewy eyes filled with a pitiful look, like a helpless, helpless little rabbit caught in a cunning hunter's trap. "What are you thinking about? So focused?" A seemingly concerned question, but upon closer listening, it carried a malevolent glint in my eyes. "Nothing..." I stammered, answering cautiously. I was carefully watching for any movement behind me, afraid that Bai Qi might suddenly become aroused and force himself on me without warning. This... a man and a woman, alone in a room, with mutual attraction and burning desire, it would be easy for them to seduce each other and end up in bed together. Even if I had enough self-control and remained faithful, would Bai Qi willingly let me go? If he did, he wouldn't have brought me here in the first place... It's really... The more I thought about it, the more I felt like crying. And then I saw his actions. His warm, soft lips slid up and down my neck, occasionally sucking lightly or heavily, like butterflies fluttering by, bringing waves of indescribable sensations—tingling, itchy, fleeting, yet causing a tingling weakness throughout my body. I wanted to pull away, but the moment I moved, his long arms encircled me, placing them on my breasts, pressing down gently, his large hands enveloping my fullness. "Senior...Senior?" I reached out my small hand and without hesitation covered his, grasping it tightly. I felt him tremble, his arms tightening around my shoulders, his head buried in my neck, his soft breath tickling my delicate skin. … Bai Qi couldn't hide his excitement. He hugged her tightly from behind, resting his head gently on her shoulder. His dark, lacquered eyes narrowed slightly, his long, thick eyelashes trembling, unable to conceal his overwhelming emotion. Since she left, those bright eyes, that soft, delicate body, those tender little hands, the warm touch of her tears—these had lingered in his memory, elegant and captivating, almost fading, yet always occupying the deepest corner of his heart. Every time the night was still, they would silently creep into his heart, making him unconsciously reach out to grasp them. But each time, he foolishly grasped nothing, grabbing only air. Now, when those longed-for little hands tightly gripped his, the warmth, the tense strength, the real touch—he finally confirmed that this time, Rose was truly by his side. And this time, he would absolutely not let go. Chapter 084 ~ A Trembling Tomorrow (Bai Qi! Rise Up!) 4 Earlier , when she was in a daze, unconscious, he sat by the bedside, quietly gazing at her sleeping form. Waves of emotion surged within him, an irresistible sense of satisfaction slowly engulfing him. This happiness came too suddenly, filling him with inexplicable panic, as if none of it was real. It wasn't until he reached out and gently stroked her silky black hair, her rosy cheeks, her delicate neck, her long, white arms, and then tentatively touched her small hand, grasping her fingers, that he confirmed her existence, confirming it wasn't just a dream. At first, he thought that when she woke up... Waking up to this sudden situation, facing his presence, would she ignore him, cold as ice, completely disregarding her existence, or would she cry and scream, begging him to let her go? But neither of these scenarios occurred. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes glistening with tears, her pitiful appearance both pitying and wickedly tempting him to torment her: to make her writhe and moan beneath him. As he thought this, a burning current surged through his lower abdomen, gathering in his groin, his whole body aching with desire. He involuntarily tightened his arms, holding her even closer … I felt him pull me closer, as if trying to writhe me completely into his embrace, silently holding me tightly.

Seeing him like this, I remained silent. A long time passed, and he still made no further move.

But this posture made my whole body stiff, my legs numb, as if countless fine needles were constantly pricking me. My tender red lips softly asked, "Senior, do you know who I am?" My voice was soft and low, as if afraid of disturbing a sleeping tiger.

"Rose." His voice was deep and distant, like a babbling brook.

"Senior, do you remember? Rose, you picked it with your own hands and cruelly tormented it." It was you who pushed me away.

He remained silent, his arm seeming to loosen, his head resting heavily on my fragrant shoulder.

"Senior, actually, there's something I've never understood. Something you discarded yourself must be unimportant, dispensable. Why do you still desperately pursue it now?" I smiled vaguely, vaguely recalling the excruciating pain of that morning. The scars that were almost healed were torn open cruelly by him in silence.

Seeing that he didn't move, and I couldn't break free no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't help but feel a little irritated. I blurted out, "Senior, you've been through so much. To put it bluntly, what kind of woman haven't you been with? One scheme is one thing, and you successfully got my body. But why, after all this time, do you still scheme against me? Why did you bring me here without my permission? Is my body so alluring that you can't forget me, can't bear to let go?"

I clearly felt the hot body behind me stiffen. I laughed self-deprecatingly, "Senior Bai Qi, I'm exaggerating, aren't I?"

"Rose, I love you." His voice was clear as spring water, deep as the sea, and fragrant as red wine, gently brushing against my ear.

"Do you think I'd still believe you?" I laughed, but my eyes stung and blurred. "Senior Bai Qi, you saw that someone wanted me and couldn't believe my market value was so high. You're utterly puzzled, why would someone want something you so casually discarded? Is it because there's some wonder about her that you haven't yet experienced? This... has piqued your curiosity, leading to your actions today, is that right?"

"Rose, I love you..." His voice was somewhat bitter, each word penetrating my ear.

"Love me? Your love is so cheap. Haha, then do you want to know how much I hate you?" For some reason, tears, like pearls from a broken string, uncontrollably splashed down, sliding down my cheeks and landing on his arms wrapped around me. The burning sensation almost scalded him, then cooled with lightning speed, leaving a bitter aftertaste.

“I hate you! I hate your twin game, how you toyed with me like a puppet… I hate you! I hate that you disregarded my wishes and forcibly took my virginity… I hate you! I hate that you wantonly played with my feelings… I had almost forgotten you, stopped thinking about you every moment, and even stopped hating you, so why won’t you let me go? Why are you still so relentless?” My words were slow, but they stirred up waves of pain in his heart, each wave deeper than the last, a heart-wrenching agony.

…

“Rose, rather than let you forget me, I’d rather you hate me for a lifetime.” His arms tightened, almost breaking me.

Hearing his words, I was completely enraged. I screamed, "I don't want to!" I began to twist and struggle, desperately trying to break free from his embrace. "You wish! Why should I remember you for the rest of my life? I have my own life to live, I have people I love, people who cherish and love me. Why should I remember a selfish, wicked playboy like you?"

The more I struggled, the tighter he held me, pulling me into his arms, pressing against his broad chest, his hot, smooth, silky skin.

I was startled and looked down. My remaining clothes were disheveled and half-undone, the buttons on the front undone, the clothes draped around my waist, partially revealing my full breasts, my slender shoulders, and my delicate bare back pressed against his naked body.

"Get away. I hate you, I never want to see you again!" I struggled to turn around, pushing him away with all my might. I stumbled and fell onto the bed, struggling to get up, to jump off the bed, to escape this man.

A pair of long, slender arms stretched out, a large hand gripping me tightly, refusing to let go. "Rose..." His voice was thick with bitterness.

"Get away! I want my Zhaojun. I am Zhaojun's now, forever hers. I have nothing to do with you anymore... Let me go... Ha..." Before I could finish speaking, he yanked me forcefully into his arms, his angry, starry eyes fixed on me, the fury within them churning like a raging sea.

"Besides raping me and toying with me, what else can you do?... Even if you get my body, my soul will forever belong to Zhaojun. I will always love him." Seeing his anger, I was consumed by rage, my almond-shaped eyes gleaming with a fierce fire, bathed in fury like a phoenix reborn from flames, both alluring and holy, as pure as the moon in the sky, as alluring as a spider lily blooming in hell.

"Get away from me! Stay away from me forever! I never want to see you again!" I shoved away Bai Qi, who was staring at me blankly, and arrogantly climbed off the bed. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I dashed towards the door.

Unfortunately, I overestimated my abilities. My hand had barely touched the doorknob when I was sent flying through the air, crashing heavily onto the bed. The fall left me dizzy and disoriented, my vision blurred, and I couldn't tell which way was which.

"Hate me?" He chuckled softly, his voice gentle and soothing, like the finest red wine gliding over silk, yet it sent a shiver down my spine. The sound of his laughter fading was followed by the tearing of his shirt.

"Want to forget me?" He repeated my words, his dark eyes unfathomable, fixed on me like a cruel serpent or a ferocious beast eyeing its prey. As his words fell, the sound of tearing clothes echoed again, this time, his trousers.

"Zhaojun, save me—" Startled by his actions, my face paled, and I cried out for help without thinking.

"Zhaojun, save you?" The smile vanished from his face, replaced by a dark, almost malevolent gaze. "Who are you calling for help?" His large hand ripped open my underwear, easily tearing it away from my private parts. The thick pubic hair trembled under his predatory gaze.

I reached out to cover myself, but he swiftly grabbed my hand, and with his other hand, he produced a silk scarf from somewhere, binding my wrists together and raising them high above his head. "He can't save you," he said, quickly stripping off his own clothes.

I was terrified, staring blankly at him. After not seeing him for two days, seeing his body suddenly felt so unfamiliar: his broad chest revealing faint pectoral muscles, his beautifully slender waist, his perfect V-shaped curve, and that menacing, throbbing member, standing tall and fiercely facing me.

When had I teased him to make him so excited, so erect? Uh… what time is it, and I'm still thinking about this? I glanced at him timidly, then immediately looked away, my cheeks flushed, constantly reassuring myself: it's okay, seeing things I shouldn't see won't give me pimples. But, his is different from Zhaojun's. Zhaojun's was pink and thick, quite cute, while his was dark and ugly, seemingly longer than Zhaojun's...

"Are you satisfied with what you see?" Seeing me awkwardly turn my head away, a faint shyness rising in my eyes, he was in a good mood. He directly covered my delicate body, spread my legs with both hands, and pressed his hard, huge member against my vulva, rubbing it up and down for a moment before aiming at my clitoris and thrusting in hard.

"Ah..." I screamed, feeling as if I was being torn apart, my vulva throbbing and burning with pain.

He...entered, ignoring my will, thrusting deeply into my body... cruelly tearing me apart once more... Knowing full well that this was inevitable, my heart still ached, a tearing pain almost suffocating me. Hot tears streamed down my face, flowing into my temples, unstoppable.

...

She gasped for breath beneath me, her eyes blurry with tears, gazing at me with misty eyes, crystal tears falling like broken beads, disappearing into her dark hair. Her delicate nose twitched slightly, a little red and swollen. Her pearly white teeth bit down hard on her rosy, soft, and plump lower lip, swallowing back a sob…

His heart ached. Seeing her heartbroken, it felt as if his heart was being ripped into the air. He reached out to wipe away her tears, but then he remembered that her sadness was because of his invasion, because of Zhaojun, not because of Baiqi. His heart sank, and a surge of anger threatened to engulf him.

He had to make her understand clearly that the person possessing her now was not Wang Zhaojun, but him, Baiqi.

He had to make her remember deeply that from now on, the person accompanying her for life was not anyone else, but him, Baiqi.

Chapter 85 ~ Trembling Tomorrow (Baiqi! Rise Up) 5 The intense

sensation of the massive object inside her paused slightly, and her vagina involuntarily contracted and twisted, trying to squeeze out the invading object again and again.

"You little slut, you're so good at sucking, I can't hold back anymore." He breathed heavily, his growls deep, feeling his penis being sucked incessantly by my soft, wet pussy, each suck drawing deeper and deeper. A tingling, ecstatic sensation surged from our joined bodies, like an electric current coursing through my entire being.

Before he finished speaking, his wicked penis thrust forward forcefully inside my tight, slightly dry pussy.

"Ah..." I screamed, feeling the tender flesh inside my pussy being pulled forward, causing indescribable pain.

"You little slut, your pussy is so tight," he whispered in my ear, speaking obscene words gently, "I can feel it, your pussy is locking me in tightly, constantly twitching, as if trying to swallow me whole, a little bit of spring dew glistening, enveloping my huge thing, making me feel so good."

"Stop talking." I twisted my body, trying to silence him, but my hands were tightly bound by him, unable to break free. Hearing his words, waves of shame almost overwhelmed me.

At that moment, I thought even more of Zhaojun's gentleness, the loving terms she used—"baby," "little enchantress"—each word lingering and tender, filled with endless doting, treating me like a precious treasure, afraid to drop me, afraid to melt me. She had always taken such meticulous care of me.

But in Bai Qi's mouth, those words—"slut," "bitch"—always carried a hint of contempt, a wanton manipulation. In his heart, he must have only seen me as a sex slave to be played with at will, to be pampered when he was happy, and to be cruelly hurt when he was unhappy. That

I initially liked such a person must have been under a spell, my mind bewitched.

He withdrew slightly, then thrust in again, pressing hard against my sensitive, protruding spot. A wave of electric-like pleasure mixed with a touch of pain almost overwhelmed me.

I smiled bitterly, feeling my body and soul detach. Though my heart was filled with loathing for him, my body greedily savored the pleasure he offered.

...

Bai Qi savored the overwhelming sensation brought by that legendary instrument he had longed for. His erect penis stirred restlessly within Rose's body, watching the little woman beneath him writhe, her snow-white breasts bobbing before his eyes. Her tight little hole sucked at his massive member with each movement, the slight friction bringing indescribable pleasure.

He couldn't help but slightly withdraw his member, then thrust it in fiercely, pumping wildly in and out of her soft, tight passage, savoring the pleasure of being pulled by her delicate flesh.

Looking at her slightly averted beautiful face, her eyes avoiding his gaze, he lowered his head and accurately kissed her rosy lips. His nimble tongue slid slowly along her full lips, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation, occasionally playfully licking her pearly white teeth.

"Ugh...get away..." I had barely opened my mouth to scold him when his nimble tongue seized the opportunity to invade my lips. His soft, wet tongue seemed to have entered an uninhabited place, swirling and churning wildly in my mouth, teasing my tongue, licking my palate, and playfully probing my little tongue, bringing waves of itchy, tingling, and soft sensations.

"Ugh...ha..." My lips were tightly sealed by his tongue, licking and kissing wantonly, occasionally hooking my tongue and rubbing it up and down, back and forth, intertwining and rubbing against each other...sometimes he would suck on my tongue tightly, biting it lightly or heavily...sometimes he would simulate the rhythm of thrusting, moving in and out of my mouth deeply and shallowly...I don't know how long this went on, but he wouldn't let go, making it hard for me to breathe, my whole body limp, almost suffocating.

"Huff... let me go..." I couldn't break free, a faint redness rising in my eyes, my vision blurred with tears as I gazed at him, looking pitiful and utterly endearing, silently begging him to let me go.

...

He shuddered, looking at my alluring and seductive charm, his massive member grew even harder and stronger, stretching my vagina wide open and swollen.

"Ha... Huff..." Hearing my weak and powerless breathing, he suddenly increased the force of his thrusts, tightly gripping my tongue and refusing to let go. His penis fiercely pounded and struck my secret passage, completely disregarding any techniques like nine deep and one shallow or three deep and one shallow, relying solely on brute force to violently ram into me, repeatedly and brutally impacting the depths of my flower core, almost tearing me apart...

My mind was heavy, I couldn't breathe, and he was thrusting into me so fiercely, my vagina burning with pain, mixed with a tingling sensation like electric current...

These complex sensations intertwined, almost driving me crazy.

Suddenly, he slammed into my cervix, pushing me upwards violently. I panicked, trying to grab onto something to steady myself, but my hands were tightly bound. Somehow, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of an old-fashioned rattan chair in the corner, where someone was lazily sitting, their eyes fixed on us with a bright, intelligent gaze. A chill ran through me; I couldn't catch my breath, and everything went black as I drifted into a deep coma…

Chapter 086 ~ A Trembling Tomorrow (Bai Qi! Rise Up!) 6

I think I had a nightmare. I dreamt that Bai Qi grabbed me, bound me to a bed, tied my hands, and brutally violated me…

The dream was so real, a gray weight pressing down on my heart, leaving me terrified. Every time I think about it, I feel as if I'm sinking into an ice cave, a chill seeping from the depths of my heart that I can't shake off.

…

Lately, I seem to have a strange affinity for beds; I keep falling into a deep sleep, only to be plagued by nightmares.

Upon waking this time, I'm determined to go to the temple to pray and cleanse myself of this bad luck, escape this endless nightmare, and embrace a brighter tomorrow.

Having made up my mind, I prepared to open my eyes. Suddenly, the last scene of the nightmare flashed through my mind: a man sitting in an old-fashioned rattan chair in the corner, leaning lazily against the back, his bewitching phoenix eyes staring intently at me. His eyes, seemingly smiling yet not smiling, held a glistening dewdrop, easily piercing through me.

I was startled and quickly opened my eyes, trying to escape his piercing gaze.

The light was bright and dazzling; the radiant sunlight streamed directly into my eyes through the light orange-yellow curtains. A handsome man's face, like a landscape painting, stood before me, his starry eyes gazing at me with concern.

"Bai Qi!!...What a ghost." I muttered to myself, quite frightened. I quickly closed my eyes, paused for three seconds, mustered my courage, and reopened them. A pair of smiling, starry eyes were deep and unfathomable, staring intently at me.

"It's Bai Qi again!!...Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian, Ji Ji Ru Lu Ling, E Gui Xiao Hui!!" I muttered earnestly with my eyes closed, casually forming a few hand seals, and then forcefully swung my palm, hitting a warm, smooth object with a "smack."

I secretly opened my eyes and watched my small hand strike Bai Qi's left cheek. His starry eyes narrowed slightly, staring straight at me, his expression unreadable.

Seeing me sneaking a glance at him, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and he turned his head, aimed at my palm, and extended his tongue, giving it a suggestive lick.

"Ah!" I was so startled that I pulled my hand back and tightly covered my eyes, refusing to look or think, letting the stolen darkness temporarily engulf me, passively escaping. Faced with the fact that my nightmare had come true, I was so fragile that I just wanted to adopt an ostrich mentality, dig a hole and bury myself in it.

But Bai Qi didn't give me time to escape.

His burning hot penis gradually awakened inside me, viciously expanding my tight, smooth vagina, hot and arrogant. Before I could react, he pulled it all the way out and thrust it in hard. With a "plop," a stream of milky white, transparent, intertwined fluid was ejected. Amidst a slight tearing pain, a tingling, numbing, and soft sensation was created.

"Ha..." A beautiful, seductive breath escaped from his thrust, as if encouraging him, stimulating him. He withdrew slightly, aimed at the tender opening of my flower, and slowly thrust in, grinding it up and down, left and right. The large, rounded tip constantly teased the area around my cervix, bringing a soft, itchy sensation that slowly spread from our point of union to my lower abdomen, limbs, and my entire body… making me unbearably itchy, yet unsatisfied. Unstoppable spring water gushed from the depths of my flower, pouring onto his penis.

“Hoo… um… I… faster… harder… thrust into me harder…” Overwhelmed by lust, I couldn’t help but reach out and tightly embrace his long neck, slightly raising my body to guide his thrusts, uttering shameful and lewd words in a daze.

But he ignored my requests, his massive member slightly withdrawing, then slightly inserting again, grinding and rotating, his thick, long penis thrusting and pulling between my snow-white, round buttocks, slightly pulling out the tender red flesh, then thrusting in hard, bringing waves of friction, a soreness, and a slight pain.

"Mmm...ha..." As he rubbed against me, my desire intensified. I felt a tingling, empty sensation in my chest, and I couldn't help but arch my soft, delicate body, offering my two trembling, pink, blooming peach blossoms to him.

"Little slut, do you want me to suck you?" Seeing my deliberate approach, he seemed pleased, a slight, elegant smile curving his lips. He leaned down, his lips parted slightly, and took my left breast into his mouth.

"Mmm...ha...suck harder...bite harder...I want...you...harder...ah..." I gasped, feeling his large bite on my breast, a hard suck. A tingling sensation spread from the tip of my breast, throughout my body, bringing me endless pleasure amidst the slight pain.

"The right one too..." I blinked, my beautiful almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears, staring at him, alluring and seductive under the influence of desire.

"You little slut, you're so wanty. You're not satisfied with the left side, you want the right... So, do you want the bottom too?" He maliciously took my right nipple into his mouth, sucking hard twice before turning to the left, lingering there. His huge, menacing penis slightly withdrew, aimed at my sensitive spot on the left, and thrust in fiercely, slamming straight into that soft flesh. The fierce force sent a wave of pain mixed with a slight tingling sensation.

"Ah...it hurts..." A gasp escaped my throat. The pain in my vagina made me tightly hug his neck, raising my body slightly. He took the opportunity to reach out and grab my plump, round buttocks, pulling them hard down towards him. His penis thrust harder into that sensitive spot again.

"Ah..." I screamed, another wave of pain hitting me, making my whole body go limp, collapsing softly onto the silky bed. Only my pink buttocks were raised high by him, our genitals tightly connected, wet and muddy.

"Little slut, is it good?" He seemed to have identified that spot, thrusting and pounding wildly, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, bringing waves of pain and tingling. My little hole couldn't bear the ravaging, sucking, churning, tightening and opening, trying to relieve the inescapable pain.

"It hurts... ooh..." I whimpered softly, trying to escape, but my body was limp and powerless, forced to accept his torment.

"Ugh... Zhaojun... save me... Zhaojun..." My heart cried out for help. But at this moment, he wasn't by my side—too far to help. Besides, I had been so easily taken by Bai Qi, pinned down and played with at will, how could I face him? The more

I thought about it, the more heartbroken I became, my eyes stinging, some crystal tears welling up in my eyes, I tried to open my eyes wide, looking at the ceiling, not letting the tears fall.

"Don't cry...it hurts me..." He trembled slightly, lowered his head to kiss away my tears, his dark eyes, like radiant black pearls, stared intently at me, but his words were wicked: "Let me take good care of you."

His massive member withdrew slightly, then plunged in again, thrusting in and out with nine deep strokes followed by one shallow one, wantonly pounding against my soft, tight flower.

"Ugh..." Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I couldn't resist the pleasure in my body, couldn't control the spasms and joy in my vagina, couldn't resist the waves of tingling, aching pleasure mixed with a faint pain. A bitter feeling welled up inside me, and the image of Zhaojun in my mind grew further and further away, as if I could never reach her again.

...

Little Jujube wants to say here: Beauties, this lovemaking is already in the beginning.

Chapter 087 ~ Intense Bed Scene Being Spied On ~

Who is Gao thinking of?

For whom are those crystal-clear tears falling?

He held her tightly in his arms, yet why did she seem like a wisp of smoke, about to vanish in an instant?

Bai Qi stared intently at the rose in his arms, his thoughts in turmoil at the sight of her tears. His heart felt twisted, aching slightly. He wanted to wipe away her tears, like broken pearls, feeling the warm liquid cool on his palm.

But the thought that her tears were for someone else filled him with an uncontrollable anger mixed with a bitter, aching feeling, almost consuming him.

Her tears, her smile, everything about her, could only bloom for him, Bai Qi, alone.

Unable to control himself, he could only transform his anger into lust, indulging in his love for her wantonly.

He reached out and grasped her slender waist, gently turning her around so he could not see her tears, ignore her pitiful appearance.

His large hands gripped her slender waist tightly, his penis circling inside her with each movement, tickling her. A gush of fluid flowed from the mushroom-shaped tip, smooth and pleasurable, sending a jolt of electric pleasure through her body.

"No..." the lovely girl pleaded sweetly, her voice slightly nasal from crying, a mixture of desire and resistance that was incredibly alluring. She was like a sweet, delicious ice cream, softly lying on the bed, only her pink buttocks lifted high by him.

He withdrew his enormous penis completely, aimed it at her cervix, and thrust it in hard, penetrating to the hilt. He felt the slight trembling and intoxicating tightness deep within her, and couldn't resist pulling it all the way out, then thrusting it in again with a series of soft, wet sounds, the "plop" of flesh slapping against flesh mingling with the sounds of her fluids, creating a continuous, lingering sensation

.

"Ah...no...so fast..." Hearing the lewd slapping sounds, feeling his massive member thrusting fiercely inside me, each stroke striking my tight flower core, sending waves of pain and pleasure through

me. I gripped the silk sheets tightly, ashamed and embarrassed, trying to say words of refusal, but he ignored me.

"...No...let me go..." Not being able to see his face, yet feeling an incredibly pleasurable sensation in my vagina...I'll think of him as my Zhaojun. With this thought, my body began to soften, as if the person behind me truly was Zhaojun, passionately loving me.

"Little slut, you're so tight, you're going to break me...relax..." A deep, mellow voice, like red wine, sounded in my ear. Bai Qi patted my snow-white, round buttocks, quickening his thrusts, forcefully pushing me upwards, only to pull me back. His purplish-red member occupied my soft flesh, greedily thrusting in and out.

"Ha...ha...hoo...um..." Zhaojun...faster...faster...I bit my lower lip hard, swallowing the rest of the words, and couldn't help but sway my pink buttocks from side to side, welcoming his rapid thrusts, letting the hot penis roam wildly inside me, bringing me a tingling, ecstatic pleasure.

The initial pain was replaced by an endless tingling, numbing, sore, and soft pleasure, every part of my vagina began to spasm, tightly gripping his huge member, sucking it incessantly, almost wanting to devour it all.

“Little slut…don’t squeeze so tight…take it slow…ha…don’t suck me so greedily…huff…so passionate…good…good…I will satisfy you…” Before he finished speaking, he grabbed my slender waist and began to thrust into me fiercely, again and again, violently pounding into my little hole, striking my vulnerable cervix, quickly pulling out, and then forcefully and brutally thrusting in again, without any technique, relying only on brute force, ruthlessly ravaging the little person beneath him.

“Ah…ah…I…I’m about to be fucked through…ah…ha…um…Zhaojun…Zhaojun…ha…so good…ah…” The burning, tingling sensation in my little hole made my mind go blank, and I lost my senses, panting loudly.

"Who are you calling for?... Zhaojun?... Who do you think is doing this to you right now?... Zhaojun?... Ugh... You little slut... You're still thinking about him... You're right under me... and you're still calling his name?" Anger made his voice low and hoarse, like a hot iron, about to mercilessly burn me.

He increased his force, his thrusts becoming more savage, each strike penetrating deep into my flower cave, forcefully opening my tight cervix, deeply piercing my soft core, bringing waves of indescribable pain.

"Zhaojun... Zhaojun... Ugh... So numb... So painful... Waaah..." My heart was only for Zhaojun, calling out again and again, wanting him to be gentler, yet unwilling to. My vagina couldn't hold his rapidly thrusting penis, waves of love juice were being churned out, dripping sensually down our joined bodies, soaking the smooth silk sheets.

“It’s not Zhaojun doing you…it’s me…Baiqi…you’re mine…you’ll always be mine…” He thrust hard several times, his massive member swelling even larger, forcefully penetrating deep into my tender womb, trembling slightly as he ejaculated hot, cloudy semen.

“Ah…uh…” I gripped his penis tightly, feeling the gushing streams shooting deep inside me, the scalding sensation making me involuntarily release a gush of fluid, spraying it onto his tip.

Our point of contact was muddy, my womb swollen and tingling, filled with our fluids.

…

“Rose, I love you,” Baiqi said affectionately, his voice filled with indescribable satisfaction and pleasure.

I lay softly on the bed, my eyes slightly narrowed, like a lazy kitten, savoring the afterglow of our passion. I seemed not to hear his words.

Feeling his massive member slowly withdraw from my vagina, the mixed fluids flowing out with his withdrawal, he released my slender waist and got up.

"...

Slap slap slap...This was truly a wonderful mating." A strange voice rang out, indescribably pleasant, like a cloud drifting aimlessly in the sky, distant yet real.

I lazily glanced at the speaker, a pair of slightly upturned phoenix eyes with a half-smile, incredibly alluring, as if containing a drop of crystal-clear dew, their clear gaze fixed on me.

It was that alluring man. I looked away, the exhaustion after our lovemaking making me too lazy to think anymore. But, Bai Qi, that man with the perverse sense of humor, actually let him watch our lovemaking... Oh well, he's already watching, what's the point of resisting?

"Tsk...tsk...wearing pink strawberry shorts...so cute..." He bent down and picked up my panties, holding them in his hand, his fingertips gently caressing them, his gaze lingering on them, teasing me with ill intent.

What a scoundrel. I ignored him. Ignoring his words, I opened my mouth slightly and let out a leisurely yawn. I was a little sleepy and didn't want to think about anything; I just wanted to sleep.

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