[Urban] New Game World (Complete) - 25-27

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Chapter 16: The Blow from the Photograph (Part 1)

For the next few days, the kind-hearted wife avoided the old beggar and had Sister Zhang stay at the villa with her every night. She devoted herself entirely to her work, leaving early and returning late. Knowing she still deeply loved her husband, and having been raised with strong moral principles, she maintained a distance from the old beggar.

She had considered asking him to leave that very night, but her kind heart prevented her from speaking up, considering his thin, pitiful appearance and his limp, broken leg caused by her.

The timid old beggar, seeing his wife's deliberate avoidance and the absence of her angelic smile, dared not cause trouble.

Meanwhile, at school, the disgusting Wang Gang, due to the previous incident, made Rouxue wary of him and she avoided him constantly. Disgusted, Wang Gang dared not force himself on her again. After all, his wife's father was quite powerful and influential, and he could only secretly admire his wife's tall, sexy figure and angelic face every day.

After his father-in-law's friend found her a job as a boiler operator at a hospital, his wife took the old beggar to that hospital and helped him settle everything. Although the old beggar didn't want to leave the villa, he knew he had no choice but to leave.

Even so, his kind-hearted wife still felt a little sorry for the old beggar.

During this period, after finishing work during the day, I basically spent my evenings playing online games.

Our team's opponents had recently hired a skilled player to assist them. I led my fleet in several PK battles, gaining the upper hand and crushing the opponent's fleet. I took extra care of the player they hired.

Not for any other reason than his online name, "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue," and his IP address showed Hangzhou.

After a fierce battle, only the battleship "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" remained in the enemy fleet, stubbornly resisting. "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" was indeed formidable, sinking several of our battleships and heavy cruisers. However, she was ultimately no match for me. Guided by reconnaissance aircraft, my battleships destroyed "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue's" main guns and boilers from a distance. Instead of

bombarding her with heavy artillery to send her to the bottom of the sea, I left the sinking to my remaining frigates and torpedo boats—a perfect opportunity for them to gain experience points.

Without power and main guns, "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" was like a toothless, sick tiger, but she still relied on her heavy armor to resist the small-caliber guns of the frigates and returned fire with her secondary guns.

This girl certainly had a spirit of surrender!

Watching our escort ships and torpedo boats besiege the enemy battleship, and seeing the enemy battleship's online name, "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue," I suddenly felt a strange sensation, as if a group of men were besieging their wife! A strange thrill stirred within me!

Watching the "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" battleship slowly sink under our relentless and intense artillery fire, I seemed to see our wedding night, the beautiful Rouxue trembling nervously beneath me, her tight passage's last protective layer desperately resisting my scorching cannon fire, finally breached, surrendering to my guns…

The battle ended, and players from both sides gathered in the fleet chat room, discussing the tactics and experiences of the past few days, agreeing on a time for the next battle, and the topic unconsciously shifted to "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue." Those

who play naval battle games are all men, and when men gather online, the only things they talk about besides games are women.

"Wow, this guy's ship name is so unique..."

"Yeah, Mu Rouxue's name sounds so feminine..."

Someone asked curiously, "Is Mu Rouxue your crush, or something..."

"She's my wife!"

replied the user with the username "Marry Mu Rouxue."

"Pfft—"

I spat out a mouthful of water.

"Oh, I see. Is your wife pretty?"

someone asked. Whether someone is pretty or not is always a topic of interest.

"100% head-turning rate on the street!"

the user with the username "Marry Mu Rouxue" boasted proudly.

Ugh, who is this guy? He dares to impersonate me! But he probably doesn't realize that Mu Rouxue is my wife. My ID is currently in Xinjiang. I have to expose this guy. Wait, although Mu is a rare surname, there are bound to be people with the same name in Hangzhou...

I shook my head self-deprecatingly. I was really a little nervous. I watched everyone chatting.

The user with the online name "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" seemed to revel in being fawned over, boasting to his group members about his wife: 175cm tall, 34C teardrop-shaped breasts, curvaceous figure, a former beauty queen at Zhejiang University, now a teacher at a prestigious university…

Isn't that exactly what my wife is like? The name might be a coincidence, but all the characteristics described by "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" matched my wife perfectly, making me uneasy. Could it be…?

How could it be? I tried hard to banish these thoughts. My kind wife had always been raised with strict discipline; I clearly remembered the first time I took her virginity… I felt a little ridiculous.

This "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" IP address was from Hangzhou, so he seemed to be an admirer of Rouxue, only able to fantasize online. Such a person deserved nothing more!

Thinking this, I felt great, watching "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue's" performance in the chat room with a mocking expression, like watching a ridiculous clown put on a show.

Everyone is a born actor. In the real world, these men in the chat room are probably all upright gentlemen. But at this moment, in this virtual world, they've all shed their masks from real life. A group of men chatting together is like a pack of lecherous wolves.

"Without makeup, is there really a woman as beautiful as you describe?"

someone began to question the description of "Marry a wife like Mu Rouxue."

"Yeah, how many women can be this beautiful and have such a great figure?..."

"Brother, are you kidding us?... Haha!"

"Bragging online is free..."

Once one person questioned it, more questions followed. After all, the beauty of Mu Rouxue described in "Marry a wife like Mu Rouxue" had deeply stimulated and damaged the self-esteem of the men in the group. Everyone has a wife or girlfriend, and every man has the instinct to boast about his wife or girlfriend. Now, someone is describing his wife as a goddess, and comparing her to his own woman, the huge difference naturally aroused the jealousy of the other men and damaged their self-esteem.

"Haha, my wife is even prettier than Fan Bingbing...haha!"

"No picture, no truth!"

"Marry a wife like Mu Rouxue" is clearly a person with extremely high self-esteem. Being ridiculed like this, he was obviously very unwilling to accept it. Under the provocation of the crowd, he quickly posted a photo of a woman in a bathroom.

This "Marry a wife like Mu Rouxue" was very meticulous, using a photo editing app to blur the bathroom background, making it impossible to see any bathroom features.

The photo was probably taken with a shaky hand, the image is somewhat blurry, the face is not clearly visible, the woman's dazzling white skin is half-bent to the side, her full, round buttocks are plump and perky, and she is taking off her black stockings. This posture makes her thighs look long and muscular. She is also wearing a pink bra and a pair of lace panties, and with the support of her three-quarter cup bra, her breasts appear to be quite ample and voluptuous.

"Wow, black stockings! So sexy and alluring..."

I couldn't help but exclaim as I looked at the photos posted by "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue." My wife's long, slender, and fair legs would definitely be even more seductive in black stockings. It's a pity that she always thinks she should be a role model as a teacher and doesn't dress too sexily.

"She looks like she needs to be fucked. Probably a slut!"

Looking at the photos posted by "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue," I couldn't help but think something malicious.

"Damn! That skin, that figure, top-notch! Absolutely a beauty!"

Although the photos were a bit blurry and her face wasn't clearly visible, her figure and skin had already aroused the imaginations of the men in the chat room.

"Damn, I love that ass!"

one netizen said crudely and directly.

"Look at the spine and butt crack, pretty good figure."

One group member seemed to have some appreciation for human aesthetics.

"Damn, those breasts are huge, perfectly round! They'd probably sag terribly without a bra..."

A group of men commented unrestrainedly. "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" didn't get angry; instead, she became smug, further stimulating the men to fantasize about this woman with her full, round buttocks, their comments becoming increasingly vulgar.

"It would be incredibly pleasurable to fuck her..."

"That position, that big ass...perfect for doggy style!"

"Brother, do you have any naked ones? Frontal ones? Post them quickly!"

one group member pleaded impatiently.

"Who is this? She's so attractive, a real beauty!"

I finally couldn't help but ask.

"My wife—Mu Rouxue!"

When this "Marry Mu Rouxue" said this,

everyone

gasped in amazement, and my heart skipped a beat.

It couldn't be my wife! Although she looked somewhat like her… impossible! Absolutely impossible! The woman in the photo was also very fair-skinned and had a great figure, but she was still inferior to my wife! My wife's waist was thinner, and her buttocks were rounder and perkier! This "Marry Mu Rouxue" guy must have found a nude photo of a woman to impersonate my wife and fantasize! It seems this guy knows my wife, is secretly in love with her, and since he can't have her, he found a similar photo to slander and impersonate her. How despicable! "Brother

, do you have a front view? Hurry up and send one! I can't take it…"

Just looking at this photo of her in underwear, many people couldn't stand it.

Another cropped, headless photo appeared. As I scoffed at the men's comments in the chat room, my heart skipped a beat.

My God! It's my wife! Though her face isn't visible, I know that body all too well!

In the photo, my wife is completely naked, standing under the showerhead. Countless water droplets playfully frolic on her delicate body, splashing and sliding wildly from her beautiful curves. Her body, reflected in the water droplets, is exceptionally radiant and alluring, like the most seductive enchantress from mythology. Her wet hair and the dark tuft of hair clinging to her skin, in the stark contrast of black and white, are even more fatally alluring.

Those exaggeratedly undulating curves, her full breasts, her slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, her large, rounded hips contrasting with her waist, her long legs… who else could it be but my wife?

My heart felt heavy, as if a huge stone was pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe. How could this be? How could this be?

The men in the chat room were instantly aroused, making lewd comments and praising her. No one could have imagined that the woman's husband in the photo was struggling to breathe in this chat room.

"Those breasts, wow, so big! So round and firm, absolutely amazing to the touch!"

one member praised his wife's breasts highly.

"Wow, so big and not sagging... damn, even perky! I can't take it..."

"Big and firm! Perfect for a milk cannon..."

"Lush and verdant pubic hair!"

someone succinctly praised his wife's pubic hair.

"Her figure is amazing, it's a pity we can't see her face, she must be a beauty."

one member lamented.

"Definitely a beauty, must be comfortable in bed!"

someone was already fantasizing about intimate contact with this beautiful teacher.

"Hmm, great figure, fit! Big breasts, slim waist, round hips, long legs... a Western woman type! Perfect for masochism, haha!"

one man watched with relish, fantasizing about his wife.

A woman as fit and naked as my wife is even more likely to stimulate a man's inherent possessiveness and aggression.

The comments from my friends in the group chat felt like knives stabbing into my heart; I felt an urge to kill! Shen Yunxiang, how dare you comment, "She looks like she needs to be fucked, probably a slut!"

Haha… How ironic! Your own wife's body is being watched and lewdly commented on by dozens of men, and you're completely oblivious, even joining in the comments!

It took me a long time to calm down a little from my anger and shame, staring blankly at the two photos. In the first photo, the pose altered Rouxue's figure, and since she was wearing underwear, she lacked physical features, and I couldn't see her face; I didn't immediately recognize her. In the second photo, that familiar, sexy body made me recognize my wife—those breasts…

breasts? I suddenly realized the difference! My wife has teardrop-shaped breasts, while in the photo they are round. Although my wife's breasts swell and round during orgasm, they are clearly not as round as they are in the photo! More importantly, although the woman in the photo had the same nipple and areola color as my wife, her nipples and areolas protruded high from her breasts, especially the areolas... while my wife's areolas were a light, regular ring, as if blended into her breasts, not protruding like that!

It wasn't my wife! I noticed the difference; these details didn't match my wife at all, it couldn't be my wife! I argued, trying to convince myself that it wasn't my wife.

Such coincidences happen; her name and figure were so similar to my wife's!

Poor me, I never imagined that the reason I was convincing myself the photo wasn't my wife was actually my wife's strong reaction under the intense stimulation of the aphrodisiac!

"Brother, please, send a full picture!"

"Yeah, let us see the beauty's face..."

I whispered to myself, "Send one showing her face." I was both worried and hopeful. If she really sent one showing her face, I would be completely relieved. But if...

the screen was filled with lewd comments fantasizing about the woman in the photo who looked so much like my wife. I was so agitated that I tried several times to light a cigarette before finally succeeding.

"Please stop adding me as a friend privately, everyone. I won't be showing my face or photos..."

"Marry Mu Rouxue" announced in the chat room.

A chorus of sighs of regret filled the room. Some said it was a pity they couldn't see her face, missing out on a lot of fun, and asked if "Marry Mu Rouxue's" wife was beautiful.

"Marry Mu Rouxue" proudly replied, "She's alright."

This kind of Chinese-style modesty was unspoken, and everyone understood that this well-built, naked woman was a very beautiful woman.

Yes, I should add him as a friend and ask, otherwise I won't be able to calm down; I have to find out! But he wouldn't add me as a friend, so I had an idea.

In the friend request description, I typed, "I'm Mu Rouxue, an alumna of Zhejiang University. Is it really her?" After a

while

, "Marry Mu Rouxue" added me as a friend and sent a string of questions.

"Are you in Xinjiang? Are you from Zhejiang University? Have you seen my wife?..."

"Yes, I was a senior then, and Mu Rouxue was a freshman. She was the campus beauty; everyone knew her... Is the photo really her?"

I was desperate to get an answer.

"Aren't you her schoolmate? How come you don't recognize her…?"

"Ugh, I've never seen her body, how would I know if the photo is her!"

I forced a smile and lied.

"How can you prove you're Rouxue's schoolmate?"

I selected an old photo of my wife from my laptop. It was a photo she copied to my laptop when she backed up her computer; it was taken during her university sports meet. In the photo, Rouxue was wearing a tracksuit, warming up on the track. Her fair arms, thighs, and beautiful smile stood out against the backdrop of several plain-looking girls around her, her youthful curves radiating vitality.

After hesitating for a moment, I copied the photo and sent it over.

"It was a candid shot I took from afar…"

I explained.

"Haha, what a small world! I actually ran into one of my wife's secret admirers here…"

"You downloaded these two photos from the internet, just to fool everyone, right?… Who would show their wife's nude photos to strangers!"

I deliberately provoked this guy, "Marry Mu Rouxue."

"Haha, I like seeing other men comment on my wife's body... What? Don't understand... Haha, I also like having other men sleep with my wife..."

He's practically insane!

"I bet you're also an admirer of Mu Rouxue... If you can't have her, you use photos from the internet to fool everyone! Do you have any photos of her in person?"

I deliberately provoked him.

"Haha, I don't? My wife posed for my camera, unlike you, who can't just hide and take pictures from a distance..."

"Boss, post a photo showing her face! So no one will doubt it!"

A group member shouted in the chat room.

I then realized that "Marry Mu Rouxue" hadn't set up private chat, and his words were displayed on the public chat screen.

"Okay, today I'll make an exception and post a photo showing my wife Mu Rouxue's face, so no one will say I'm fantasizing!"

Then a photo appeared on the screen!

Chapter 17: The Impact of the Photo (Part Two)

The woman in the photo is undoubtedly my wife Rouxue!

A photo I've never seen before!

A photo of my wife in a swimsuit! A photo of her posing and smiling at the camera, obviously not a candid shot!

In the photo, the wife is wearing a somewhat conservative, ordinary one-piece swimsuit. The striking light blue color of the swimsuit makes her skin appear snow-white. Her hair is styled in a bun, highlighting her well-proportioned figure and curves. Her beautiful face is complemented by her prominently erect breasts. The

U-shaped neckline of her swimsuit reveals two rounded mounds of her breasts, which converge to create a cleavage. The prominent breasts exude an undeniable voluptuousness. The padding on her swimsuit appears relatively thin, almost revealing the outlines of her nipples.

Looking at her simply covered body on the screen, every man feels an urge to tear that thin layer of polyester fabric to shreds.

"Wow! She's an angel! She's practically a goddess..."

"Brother, is your wife a model? She's so beautiful!"

"I can't take it! I want to masturbate to her!"

"Damn, she's so beautiful even without makeup! I'm so jealous..."

"Nosebleed!"

My mind was a complete blank, my head was spinning, and I could tell from the photos that my wife was posing for the camera. The wife in the photos was mature and sexy, very different from her innocent self before marriage; it was clearly taken after we got married. My wife is very composed; even when she goes out with female colleagues after we got married, she tells me everything. Why don't I know which time my wife went swimming?

Who is this man? How does he have my wife's sexy swimsuit photos? And those two bathroom photos he posted earlier, are they really my wife? But the nipples and areolas in the second photo don't match up! What's going on? What's happening?

My head started to throb, and I pounded my head, unable to understand the connection.

Just as I was basking in my headache, feeling smug about marrying "Mu Rouxue," someone's words startled us both.

"Oh my god, isn't that the Chinese female soldier...it scared me, she really looks like..."

It was our team's "Torpedo Boat from Beibu Gulf" who said this. "Who does she look like?!"

"Marry a wife like Mu Rouxue" and I typed this almost simultaneously.

"No, nothing...I must have mistaken her for someone else, logging off, bye!"

"Torpedo Boat from Beibu Gulf" then logged off.

Everyone was engrossed in fantasizing about Rouxue's swimsuit photos, and almost no one paid attention to "Torpedo Boat from Beibu Gulf's" impersonation. Except for me, because I knew "Torpedo Boat from Beibu Gulf" was a very down-to-earth young man, a Vietnamese exchange student, and a Chinese. We met in the fleet. His gaming skills were very low, and when we went out to battle, no one wanted to cooperate with him. Only I, out of pity, always carried him, protecting his little boat during battles, and letting him reap the rewards of victory. Therefore, we got along very well, and knowing he was Chinese, our relationship was quite good. But at this moment, I didn't have time to ask what

he meant by his earlier comment, "Oh my god, isn't that the Chinese female soldier...it scared me, she really looks like..."

The photos posted by "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" were driving me crazy.

The atmosphere in the chat room was electric, and "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" was especially excited. Men who were usually impeccably dressed had all turned into lecherous wolves, chanting in unison, "Post sex photos!" Just as I was getting worried, "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" posted a photo that infuriated me.

In the photo, my wife was straddling a man, completely naked. Her smooth, white body was like a finely crafted cello, indescribably beautiful and elegant. The photo captured the moment my wife had just reached the highest point from being on top of the man, the slightly dark shaft of his penis standing out prominently between her parted, snow-white legs, the tip of which was inserted into the dark tuft of hair between her thighs! In the photo, my wife's eyes were tightly closed, her mouth wide open, it was impossible to tell if she was breathing heavily or moaning loudly, her beautiful long hair flowing freely, frozen in the image. The image of my wife's large, teardrop-shaped breasts, rising and falling with her body's movements, was frozen in time. Small undulations would only cause both breasts to bounce simultaneously; only a frantic, twisting motion would create such unequal swinging frequencies. In the photo, her two teardrop-shaped breasts appeared so full and imposing that her not-so-wide chest seemed unable to contain them, overflowing and swaying dramatically to the sides. Those pink nipples, those small areolas… it was undoubtedly Rouxue!

In the photo, my wife stood above the man like a struggling white horse.

"Why? Why did you betray me!"

Every cell in my body began to explode, my blood began to burn. A sharp pain shot through my chest; I pressed my left hand desperately to my chest, my whole body trembling.

The screen was filled with the men's vulgarities.

"Wow, they're already doing it so early in the morning!"

"Guanyin sitting on a lotus, so sexy!"

"I love this position, with that flowing hair."

"Damn! That slim waist and plump butt, it would be even better if she sat on me!"

"Still connected to the big boss, so awesome."

"To do it just once, I'd die happy!"

*Thump—*

I slammed my fist on the table, a murderous urge rising within me! I wanted to kill the man who had slept with my wife! I stared fiercely at the man in the photo, as if staring too long would allow me to recognize this bastard. Unfortunately, only part of the man's body was visible in the photo.

"Damn it! This bastard!

Taking a picture of me without my consent!" I zoomed in on the photo and suddenly noticed three small black moles on one side of the man's buttocks, forming a triangle. Damn it, isn't that me?

Sure enough, upon closer inspection, the small patch of background visible in the photo was indeed my bedroom.

I remembered—it was the morning before my business trip, watching my mother-in-law's interview program, which had aroused me greatly. I had pulled my wife over; the window was open, the curtains were open! My wife had been yelling, "Honey, close the curtains! Someone will see us..."

I had turned my head to look out the window, wondering if anyone across the street could see the erotic scene unfolding in this room? Could they see this beautiful body, lost in ecstasy, rising and falling?会不会辨认出这个女妖一样的荡妇，就是市一中的最优雅的优秀女教师呢？

没想到那天竟然真的有人在对面偷看，并偷拍！肯定是这个“娶妻当娶慕柔雪”混蛋！

我后悔那天清楚的孟浪，更恨这个偷拍的混蛋，竟然还冒充柔雪是他妻子，并将这偷拍照片发出来！我一定要揪出这个混蛋！

此刻我恨的牙痒痒，只想怎么才能找到这家伙，狠狠揍他一顿！

在众色狼的强烈的乞求下，“娶妻当娶慕柔雪”又发了一张让我彻底崩溃的照片！

照片中，妻子像狗一样趴着，上半身失去了支撑完全爬到了床上，浑圆的屁股高高的挺起，难以想象她的身体有如此的柔韧度。那雪白的丰臀，像去壳的鸡蛋一样的嫩滑。下垂的那对丰满的水滴乳房被压在床铺上，被挤成了圆饼状，丰腻的乳肉扁扁的从身体和床垫间挤出来。

The wife's face was buried in the soft sheets, her long, disheveled black hair falling over her face and upper body. Through the hair, one could see her flushed, alluring face, her brows furrowed in a pitiful frown, her mouth open, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her expression utterly lewd.

No wonder she looked so pitiful with her furrowed brow; the position in the photo, with her upper body pressed tightly against the bed and her buttocks raised high, would be uncomfortable for any woman, especially since her snow-white buttocks were now bright red, clearly from being slapped by a man!

No wonder she looked so lewd and her eyes so glazed; the photo clearly showed their intertwined organs, her vulva penetrated by a thick, dark penis, her delicate labia already bloodshot. The photo froze at the moment the penis reached its deepest point, most of her delicate labia being pulled inside by it.

The photo clearly showed slippery fluid seeping from the opening of their bodies.

Both of them were covered in sweat, their skin glistening. Behind the wife's high, protruding buttocks in the photo was a gaunt, dark-skinned man; only his chest and below were visible. From his wrinkled skin, it was clear he was an old man!

A disgusting old man! The old man's withered, dark hands were forcefully pulling the wife's hips backward, trying to force his disgusting penis into her body!

I could no longer explain this as a voyeuristic act. Who was this old man? How could my wife be so engrossed in this disgusting old man?

My emotions, which had just begun to recover, collapsed again!

"Wow, an old man pushing a cart!"

"Great body, makes me want to fuck!"

"So deep, so good."

"That ass, damn, it'd be top-notch to push!"

"Hey boss, why did the person change? Which one is the boss? Who is this skinny, dark-skinned guy?"

"Haha, a friend of mine!"

The bastard called "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" laughed loudly, "Sharing happiness, sharing a wife... hahaha." "Wow, I'm so envious!"

"Please, boss, add me as a friend!"

"Let me get close to the goddess too! My... my wife... boss, you can use her freely!"

"Yes, yes! I'm willing too, please grant my wish..."

"Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" laughed and went offline, leaving behind a group of excited perverts.

I'm devastated, I feel like I've been plunged into an ice cellar. Impossible, absolutely impossible. I must have seen wrong, yes, I must have seen wrong, my wife is so pure and holy... no, no way!

The fourth photo was a candid shot of me and Rouxue, but how do I explain this fifth photo? Who is that skinny, dark-skinned old man?

Two days have passed. I haven't eaten, drunk, or gone to work, just sitting in front of the computer. I've given myself a thousand reasons not to believe it, not even to care. But I can't. My wife holds such an important place in my heart. For over a year, she's been my everything, my entire life. And now…

no, it's not like that…

Is that my wife in the fifth picture? She looks so much like her, but… but that extremely lewd expression is something my pure and innocent wife could never have!

Yes, it's not my wife! Isn't the woman in the second picture almost identical to my wife in body? But those prominent areolas and nipples are definitely different from my wife's!

Yes, it's not my wife! The woman in the fifth picture is the same woman in the second picture! She just happens to look like my wife, and that bastard used her to impersonate her!

That must be it! That guy mixed my wife's swimsuit photo with the photos he secretly took of us, along with other photos, even fooling me into thinking they were all the same person!

That must be it! It's just that one woman looks like my wife!

My kind and conservative wife would never do anything to betray me!

The thought of someone impersonating my wife made me feel a little better. Only then did I realize I was hungry; I hadn't eaten for two days. I discovered I could barely stand; I'd been sitting in front of the computer for two days straight!

I slowly and carefully massaged my legs to get the blood flowing.

"Hey bro, have you been online these past two days? AFK?"

It was "Torpedo Boat from the Beibu Gulf" appearing in the chat room.

I then realized that there were only the two of us in the fleet chat room; I was the only one online for the past two days.

"You little brat! Explain yourself clearly... private message me!"

I remembered the inexplicable comment "Torpedo Boat from the Beibu Gulf" had made after seeing my wife's swimsuit photo. (

Excerpt from a story: Entanglement

☆, Prologue)

He held her, gently stroking her soft, long hair.

The person in his arms trembled slightly.

He sighed softly, kissed her hair, and greedily inhaled its intoxicating fragrance.

The two held each other like that for a long, long time.

Until he finally spoke, a soft sigh escaped his lips. "I'm sorry, there are many things I won't say, but—" He paused, cupping her face in his hands, a bittersweet yet captivating smile spreading across his face, "I know I want you to stay by my side."

☆, 01 Hi, Jian Ya

transferred schools in Grade 10 because her family moved. When she walked into this completely unfamiliar classroom, she was stunned.

He was already a handsome boy, and among this group of blond-haired, blue-eyed classmates, his beautiful dark eyes and stylish black hair were too striking.

But to meet him again, and to be classmates with him again—

the world really was a little too small.

Jian Ya felt inexplicably uneasy and looked away.

During the break, everyone introduced themselves to Jian Ya in a friendly manner. She wasn't introverted, because here, introversion would be politely isolated.

"Do you know Jake? He's from the same place as you," Kate, whom she had just met, asked with a smile.

His name was Jake?

She only knew his Chinese name—Zhan Zijie.

Jian Ya followed Kate's gaze and looked over legitimately. Zhan Zijie was laughing and joking with a group of boys. He was the only one in the whole class who hadn't greeted her.

She could understand if he didn't greet her, or rather, ignored her. She turned back to Kate and smiled faintly.

The bell rang for the last class of the morning, and the classroom buzzed with noise. As Jian Ya was about to leave with the flow of students, a male voice sounded behind her—

"Hi, Jian Ya."

Jian Ya's heart skipped a beat. Turning around, she met those beautiful eyes. The voice sounded strange, as if it weren't her own—"Hi."

"Let's go eat together!"

His tone was so casual, as if they were inseparable friends.

"Okay."

She hadn't expected him to speak first, and she secretly told herself that pretending to be a stranger wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

The two walked silently towards the school gate.

"I never thought I'd run into you again."

"Me too."

Zhan Zijie glanced at the girl beside him. "I'm taller than you now."

"Hmm..."

After an awkward silence, "You weren't like this before."

Jian Ya tilted her head, looking at him with a questioning gaze.

"You used to throw my backpack, fight with me, hehe..." Zhan Zijie stared ahead, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Was that all he remembered? She didn't know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.

“Back then—” She and he were still young, but he had truly been an awful deskmate.

“Back then, I just really hated people calling me that,” he interrupted her.

Jian Ya bit her lower lip upon hearing this, because because of her, her classmates throughout junior high all called him a string of numbers. At that time, many boys in school liked her, mostly from the older grades, but inexplicably, the boys in her own class all disliked her, especially Zhan Zijie.

The two of them argued and fought countless times in front of a group of gloating classmates, until one time he made her cry—he tore her homework, which she had spent an entire night working on, to shreds.

“I’m sorry,” Zhan Zijie saw her tears and froze for a long time before finally uttering a single sentence.

What good is an apology? What’s the point of having the police? Jian Ya threw all her books at his face, “I really hate you! Zhan Zijie!”

He didn’t know that she had a crush on him the first day she saw him in school because he was very handsome. Unfortunately, he… being a fangirl is always tragic. Jian Ya angrily wiped away her tears and rushed out of the classroom.

When she returned to the classroom, her answer sheet had already been taped shut.

The next day, when she went to school, Zhan Zijie had a new nickname—his student ID was +63; he was the 63rd boy to like her.

Jian Ya was incredulous. She looked at Zhan Zijie, who ignored her.

He liked her?! Pigs can climb trees!

However, her classmates united to mock and even bully Zhan Zijie, as if he were a traitor…

This joke had gone too far! Jian Ya felt uncomfortable seeing and hearing this, and finally couldn't hold back any longer—

"Stop it! I like him!" That's right, she liked this handsome boy who was the same height as her, with even longer eyelashes, and she liked this only jerk who ever argued and fought with her! She

just

hadn't expected the consequences of her bold declaration…

"Are you still in contact with my brother?" Zhan Zijie suddenly asked, his eyes fixed on her.

Jian Ya's heart tightened, and she shook her head.

“Oh…” He gave her a cute smile. “Are you free this weekend? I can introduce you to some friends.”

“Okay.”

Often, people who haven’t seen each other for a long time will be indifferent or speechless. It was already good enough for her and him.

They were classmates again.

☆, 02 Not going home tonight

. Saturday morning, Jian Ya was picking out clothes in front of the mirror. She suddenly didn’t know what to wear. Cute? Casual? Or sexy? Today she was meeting not only Zhan Zijie, but also his group of friends. Casual was safer, right…

She put on a loose white cardigan and dark gold hot pants, then turned to choose a bag. If his friends were all designer brand lovers, she could carry a Birkin or Chanel bag… If not…

Jian Ya was going crazy. It was just a party! She picked up a bright purple LV bag with the logo barely visible and rushed to the door.

“Is the clock at home broken? It’s 10 o’clock now, isn’t it?” Jian Luo teased Jian Ya, who always slept in on weekends.

“There’s a party today.”

“You’ve already got dates after only a week here? Pretty good market.” Jian Luo clicked his tongue.

Jian Ya rolled her eyes at him. It was the old market, actually not even that… but she didn’t want to mention Zhan Zijie to Jian Luo—it would definitely be a barrage of questions preventing her from leaving the house.

She couldn’t drive; she’d just passed her 7-1 driving test, so she hailed a taxi to her destination. There were more than ten people there. Jian Ya immediately spotted Zhan Zijie. He was wearing a casual jacket from the same brand as hers, dark jeans, and white sneakers.

Sunlight shone on his face, his long eyelashes casting large shadows below his eyelids, and his lips, more beautiful than a girl’s, were a delicate pink.

“You’re here,” Zhan Zijie glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Jian Ya nodded somewhat awkwardly.

“Jake, your girlfriend?” a slightly teasing male voice rang out. Jian Ya looked in the direction of the voice, five words flashing through her mind—playboy type.

She had a deep-seated aversion to this type of boy, glancing at him before looking away. But his problem…

“He’s in my class, we were classmates three years ago,” Zhan Zijie introduced casually.

Jian Ya felt a strange, subtle prick in her heart.

“What a coincidence? Hello, Keith, Guan Qijun.” Guan Qijun extended his hand to greet Jian Ya.

Guan Qijun? Sounds like Miyazaki Hayao. Jian Ya suppressed a smile and extended her hand.

Her hand was firmly grasped; she tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go. What did this mean? Jian Ya looked up at Guan Qijun, and the moment their eyes met, he released her hand.

“Your classmate hasn’t told me her name yet,” Guan Qijun asked Zhan Zijie with a playful smile.

“Jian Ya. Simple as Jian, elegant as Ya.” Zhan Zijie slightly raised his handsome, slender eyebrows.

“Jian Ya? Nice name.” Guan Qijun turned back to look at Jian Ya, his smile deepening. “Jian Ya, be casual, everyone’s very casual.”

She didn’t want to be casual with someone she had just met who seemed quite charming. Jian Ya nodded and followed Zhan Zijie and the others to greet them.

“Let’s park the cars here, let’s go.” Guan Qijun led more than ten people to the two rented travel trailers, and they set off in two groups.

Jian Ya and Zhan Zijie sat together, opposite Guan Qijun and his girlfriend, Sissi, a cutely dressed girl.

"Jian Ya, was Jake always this quiet?" Guan Qijun spoke again.

Jian Ya thought about it seriously. At first, she thought Zhan Zijie was very aloof and eccentric, which didn't match his appearance, but after learning a lot about him from his brother, she completely understood.

"He's alright," she said, knowing that a neutral answer was always safe, especially since the person they were talking about was sitting right next to her.

Guan Qijun shrugged, then suddenly blurted out, "I've known Jake for two years, and this is the first time he's brought a girl out. Your relationship must have been quite special before."

Jian Ya gasped. Since she shamelessly confessed her feelings for him, their relationship had indeed changed. He stopped bullying her or deliberately causing trouble. After a short period of ambiguous, non-holding-hands-only flirting, their relationship suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse…

This description left her bewildered. Jian Ya cautiously looked up at Zhan Zijie, who also turned to look at her.

She liked his big eyes.

He liked her big eyes.

They gazed at each other silently for a moment, then Guan Qijun laughed arrogantly, "Looks like she's really something special."

Actually, she still liked him, even after he inexplicably yelled at her and ignored her.

He still had feelings for her, even though he had been disappointed in her.

Jian Ya quickly integrated into the group, hiking and playing with them. After the BBQ that evening, she realized a problem—how to get home? They couldn't possibly drive her home alone… There were no taxis available, and waiting for one would take a long time. Besides, her parents had repeatedly reminded her not to take a taxi alone at night… But she had never considered staying out overnight, nor had she ever.

"You're going home?" Zhan Zijie frowned.

Jian Ya nodded, "I'll call my brother to pick me up. You guys continue having fun."

"It'll be a downer if you go alone."

"…" Jian Ya hesitated for a few seconds, "Then I'll tell my brother I'm not going home tonight."

The firelight reflected on Zhan Zijie's face, and for a moment, Jian Ya had a strange feeling that he looked like an innocent child hiding a devilish smile.

"Want to sleep back on the trailer?"

Jian Ya immediately shook her head. A couple in the trailer were making out, and it was a miracle the trailer hadn't collapsed from the shock. "It's my first time camping and sleeping in a tent, it's so much fun, and it's amazing to see the stars like this,"

Zhan Zijie said, gazing at her beautiful profile, now in the dim light, before finally speaking, "Jian Ya—"

"Hmm?"

The moment Jian Ya looked up at him, he lowered his head and kissed her.

☆, 03 Haven't you done this before? (Caution)

His kiss was so unexpected. Jian Ya didn't even know if her eyes were open; her mind was blank.

Zhan Zijie ran a hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head and turning her towards him.

Only when his lips left hers, and Jian Ya felt the wetness on her lips, did she realize he had really kissed her. Her heart suddenly raced—he kissed her?!

She wanted to savor the moment, but she couldn't remember anything that had happened just seconds before. Had his tongue entered her? Her

first kiss was gone just like that…

Why did he kiss her? Did he still have feelings for her? Or had he ever truly liked her?

The campfire burned peacefully, the surroundings seemingly too quiet… Jian Ya stared at the bright flame, her tension almost suffocating.

Please, say something…

But Zhan Zijie only watched her silently, her reaction filling him with an inexplicable joy.

Jian Ya waited a moment, then couldn't help but let out a soft "Uh…" and looked up at him.

His expression was somewhat serious, making Jian Ya even more flustered, but the next second he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her passionately again. She shouldn't have looked at him with those shy eyes; it would only make him want to take it further.

Jian Ya froze again, her kiss not focused on anything, just letting his tongue roam in her mouth. His domineering lips and hot breath sent chills down her spine.

A strange fear gripped her.

Zhan Zijie pushed her to the ground while kissing her, one hand gently kneading her breasts.

Jian Ya instantly stiffened. What… what did he want to do?

Zhan Zijie noticed her stiffness, propped himself up from under her, looked at her like a startled little rabbit, and softly asked, "Do you like me?"

What?

When boys and girls are intimate, isn't it usually the girl who cares more about this question? Does she like him? She definitely liked him before, and liked him a lot... But now... She's only known him for a week, she doesn't know...

Zhan Zijie looked at her hesitant, even troubled expression and bitterly curved his lips. His feelings for her returned quickly, or rather, the first time he saw her again, he realized that he had just deliberately avoided thinking about the past.

His smile captivated Jian Ya. At first, he was always arguing with her and never smiled at her. Later, when they were at peace, he would smile at her, but it was very occasional, because he wasn't a boy who smiled often. When he smiled, two cute dimples would appear at the corners of his mouth... Later, he wouldn't even look at her, let alone smile at her...

She missed him, with a touch of sadness that was once strong but has now faded.

The initial "I don't know" turned into a barely audible "Mmm." At least before and after him, she hadn't liked anyone else.

Her voice was so soft it made one doubt her credibility, but he heard it. Trust her one more time, trust her one more time… Originally, his invitation to meet her and his decision to keep her there were purely wicked intentions, but now he wavered, a wavering tinged with joy.

Yet his desire for her was pure and unwavering. He leaned down and kissed her again, fiercely, like a storm. His hands roamed over her beautiful curves… finally slipping inside her clothes, caressing her breasts through her bra.

Did her single word grant him permission to do something? Jian Ya's mind was a jumbled mess. Actually, doing this kind of thing at this age was normal; right now, in the car and in the other tents, everyone who wasn't alone was doing it. But that didn't mean she had to follow suit, and she couldn't help but wonder—did he invite her out simply to have sex with a girl?

Was anyone okay with it?

Jian Ya desperately wanted to ask him the same question—"Do you like me?" But Zhan Zijie reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then proceeded to knead her breasts without any restraint.

"Ah..." Jian Ya gasped, her body trembling uncontrollably. She wasn't used to being touched like that...

"Jian Ya, are you scared? Why are you trembling like that?" Zhan Zijie lifted his head from her neck.

She had only kissed once today; how could she not be scared of such rapidly escalating touch? But looking at him, she forgot what to say.

"Haven't you done this before?" Zhan Zijie asked again, his eyes fixed on her. But he regretted it as soon as he asked. He didn't want to know about her past. He knew very well how many boys had surrounded her three years ago, and she was a girl who didn't know how to refuse. He knew even better how direct the boys here were; he couldn't imagine what those three years of emptiness held.

What did he mean by "Haven't you done this before"? Jian Ya was somewhat hurt upon hearing this. Initially flustered and unsure what to say, she answered the question immediately, "No."

Zhan Zijie paused slightly, his dimples deepening the next second. He shouldn't have shown such overwhelming joy, but it was truly hard to hide. His joy wasn't because she was a virgin, but because it allowed him to find peace and even liberation from his past.

Perhaps, there really was nothing between her and that person.

Perhaps, they could really start over.

"Aya..." he called her, pulling her up and removing her top and bra, then pressing her down to the ground again. His lips and tongue slid down her slender neck, licking and kissing her full breasts that were covered in goosebumps, his hands reaching to undo her hot pants...

"Ah..." Jian Ya's back trembled, and she couldn't help but arch her back, her small hands grabbing the hot pants he was pulling down.

"Aya, I want to do it with you, I really want to." Zhan Zijie reached back to her breasts, kneading her two round mounds, his lips and tongue repeatedly sucking and teasing her small nipples.

Jian Ya felt very uncomfortable from what he was doing, wanting to hide and escape but not being able to. If he really wanted it... she was willing... she was just purely afraid. It's okay, it's something that has to be experienced eventually. And since it's her first time with him, she shouldn't have any regrets... Jian Ya secretly comforted herself, mustering her courage to reach out and hug him.

Zhan Zijie was delighted by her consent and initiative. He kissed her lips and pulled down her hot pants and underwear, leaving her naked beneath him. His long fingers explored her most intimate place, about to part her tender petals, when Jian Ya squeezed her legs together, tightly gripping his hands.

Her body continued to tremble, her eyes tightly closed, as if awaiting torture. This sight made Zhan Zijie chuckle. It was the first time he had ever seen her so afraid. She used to overturn his desk, throw books at him like cotton balls, storm into the boys' restroom and yell at him, grab his hair and wrestle with him in the classroom…

even her confession was first.

Compared to the obedient and cute image other boys had of her, she was incredibly real in front of him, having cried, laughed, made a scene, experienced everything… “Aya, relax…” Her tension was making him nervous too.

She wanted to relax, but it was really hard to do. And there was an inexplicable strangeness in her heart; perhaps this kind of lovemaking was too sudden, and she was completely unprepared. However, she slightly parted her legs in response to his words. The moment his hands were freed, Zhan Zijie didn't continue caressing her, but instead straightened up and took off his clothes.

Jian Ya listened to the rustling sound of clothes being removed, her nerves tightening even more. She couldn't hold on any longer, maybe next time... She opened her eyes and propped herself up, "Zhan Zijie, we—"

But he pressed her back to the ground, spread her legs, and his fingers covered her labia, searching for her vulva.

"Ah... I... we..." Jian Ya was so frightened that she kept backing away, "Next time... next time—"

"Aya, don't be afraid," Zhan Zijie interrupted her, one hand around her waist, the other lingering at the entrance of her vulva, "It will hurt a lot if you do this, really relax." Faced with the little white rabbit that was about to escape, he could only choose to—pounce directly.

It hurts? She knew it would hurt, but how much would it hurt? Just from his mention of it, she already started to feel pain! Jian Ya tried even harder to back away.

"Aya, I'm coming in." He had barely finished announcing it when he guided his hard, thick penis to her vagina and thrust it in, breaking through the thin membrane without hesitation when he encountered resistance.

☆, 04 Only Wanting to Retreat (Caution)

"Ah—" A scream and a low growl simultaneously echoed from inside the tent.

Zhan Zijie remained inside her, stroking her face and whispering, "You're going to call everyone."

Jian Ya's face flushed red, and she mumbled softly, "I didn't mean to..."

Zhan Zijie took in her expression, kissed her lips, and asked with a smile, "Does it hurt?" His entry was somewhat rapid and forceful, but he wanted to penetrate her deeply, to completely conquer her forbidden territory. Her vagina tightly gripped his penis, still contracting and convulsing—he

had truly possessed her.

It hurt when he first entered, but now it was just a numb, stinging pain. His erection was making her uncomfortable… Looking up at him, she saw a satisfied smile on his face, like a child who had eaten candy. Jian Ya subconsciously shook her head…

“Then I’ll move,” he said, and began to slowly thrust inside her. Since it was her first time, he didn’t immediately speed up. Her vagina was so tight that he had difficulty withdrawing each time, but the slow, small thrusts were already incredibly stimulating.

“Does it still hurt?” Zhan Zijie stopped when he saw her furrowed brow.

Every movement he made hurt her, but she couldn’t very well ask him to stop… Jian Ya shook her head.

“Is it comfortable?”

How could it be comfortable… Nodding was too insincere, but shaking her head would hurt a man’s pride… Could he please stop asking her such pointed questions? Jian Ya softly uttered two words, “It’s okay…”

“Then can you handle it if I go faster?” He really wanted to take her wildly.

Good heavens! Is sex really a pleasurable thing? She couldn’t feel anything at all! The Zhan Zijie of the past would never have considered her feelings, even building his pleasure on her pain… She was very uncomfortable and embarrassed by his behavior. She couldn't possibly shout to him boldly, “Just do it, don't worry about me!” during their first time making love.

“Aya—”

Jian Ya nodded eagerly.

Her reaction made him inexplicably anxious. He hung out with Keith and his group; he'd been with women before, but never a virgin, especially not her. He was really serious about it, not wanting to be the only one enjoying himself.

Why did she always make him feel so easily defeated? There was no pleasure in getting stronger with each thrust; on the contrary, it made him want to retreat. But this time, he didn't want to retreat. He tightly grasped that fleeting joy of possessing her, completely withdrawing from her body before thrusting back in forcefully.

“Ah—” The intense tingling sensation, accompanied by a stinging pain, made Jian Ya cry out involuntarily. The next second, she bit her finger to stifle her sound.

Upon seeing this, Zhan Zijie immediately pulled her hands away. "Aya, scream if you want, I love to hear it."

Jian Ya shook her head desperately. "Others will hear."

"Don't worry about them."

"But—"

"They won't hear you." Even if they did, it didn't matter; he wanted the whole world to know that he and she were having sex.

Jian Ya, however, covered her mouth with her other hand. After all, it was a tent, offering no soundproofing whatsoever, and in such an open space, even the softest sound would be amplified. She had only met these people today, and she was already moaning and groaning in front of them… It was too much.

Zhan Zijie watched, grabbed her hands, and placed them above her head. At the same time, his thick member began to move rapidly inside her, faster and deeper, with increasing force, pushing Jian Ya backward. He

repeatedly entered and withdrew, stretching open the layers of tender flesh inside her vagina, thrusting into her deepest core, as if tirelessly making a mark, a mark that belonged only to him.

Her tight, warm vagina enveloped and squeezed him without leaving any gaps, streams of hot fluid flowing down, wetting the inner walls of her passage, reducing the resistance to his thrusts, allowing him to ride her more wantonly…

The urge to ejaculate came fiercely, but he held back; he wanted her to be just as wild.

“Is it good?” He panted, looking up at Jian Ya, then released his grip on her waist, pinching her chin to prevent her from biting her lower lip.

“Mmm…” With no chance to be silenced, she immediately let out a moan. Her body was no longer in pain, but rather experiencing wave after wave of tingling sensations, rising and falling with each of his thrusts.

“How good is it?” Zhan Zijie thrust even more wildly into her tender vagina.

“Very… good… ah—” Jian Ya could no longer bear his onslaught and screamed.

Hearing her moan aroused him so much that his penis became harder and thicker, relentlessly thrusting into her genitals like an iron rod. "Aya, keep moaning, I really love hearing it."

She didn't want to moan, but he was thrusting into her so hard that she couldn't help herself.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Her cries and moans ignited Zhan Zijie's lust to its peak. "Oh...Aya...I'm going to cum!" With that, he thrust violently a few times, his trembling body spraying hot, thick fluid deep into her womb.

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☆、05 Compulsive

He released her, then hugged her, burying his head in her chest, panting heavily.

This was the most pleasurable lovemaking he had done since losing his virginity.

It excited him, and it moved him.

Three years ago, on the first day of school, she lifted her shirt in front of him, clipped a hair clip to her ill-fitting school skirt, and then casually sat down in the seat to his left. That was nothing, but as soon as she sat down, the hair clip flew off and landed at his feet. He didn't pick it up, and after a while, a sweet female voice came from beneath him—

"Hi, my name is Jian Ya."

He looked down and saw her squatting at his feet, smiling up at him.

She laughed heartily, but her large eyes betrayed her…

“Oh,” he responded casually.

She quickly became the talk of the class, and during breaks, he had to give up his seat to them, feeling a pang of disdain at her radiant smile—she truly accepted everyone. However, when her attention expanded to the entire school, the boys' attitudes changed. Nobody liked their classroom being besieged by a group of peeping Toms, with upperclassmen from all grades freely entering and leaving, ruining the learning atmosphere and filling it with a pink, frivolous vibe.

Yet she remained unrepentant, and frankly, he loathed it. He wanted to treat her like she was invisible, but that was impossible, because there were always gifts for her in his desk, and if he gave one to her, he'd have to explain that it wasn't from him.

How did the argument start? Was she looking at his student photo? He couldn't remember. Anyway, once it happened, it happened again. Strangely, he was usually too lazy to talk to people, but arguing with her became addictive. Seeing her angry gave him a strange sense of pleasure, and in the end, he genuinely started looking for trouble.

Sometimes he even dreamt of arguing with her.

He always thought he was different from other boys, that he wouldn't chase after a playboy; instead, he stood up for those boys who got played.

Until she cried.

He was stunned. For a long time, he was speechless except for the words "I'm sorry." The next second, she threw a book at his face. He had just breathed a sigh of relief when she ran away.

A group of boys looked at him with admiration, but he felt no pride. Ignoring their astonishment, he boasted as he picked up the scraps of paper scattered on the ground and carefully pasted them back together.

He had only done it impulsively or unconsciously, but the whole grade changed his nickname for her. 63? To hell with it!

But being called that so insultingly time and time again, how could he not be angry! Like a girl like her who wouldn't say no to boys? Thanks… He reiterated countless times that he had no feelings for her, only to receive more gossip in return.

When he wanted to prove his innocence by giving her the cold shoulder or even bullying her more, she jumped out and shouted, "It's me who likes him!"

He was shocked, yet overjoyed. He was thrilled because she liked him? That night, he kept telling himself, "Am I kidding?"

The next day at school, his heart raced whenever he saw her. He was doomed.

Her confession made him famous overnight. No. 63, the ultimate heartthrob… He still felt a bit repulsed, but only by that number. There were also many unpleasant comments, mostly attacks on him. Not tall? Indeed… Jian Ya was taller than him in heels. An immature little boy? Okay… he didn't like his appearance either. Too weird-tempered? Didn't care… he didn't need to be understood. Bad at studies? Yes… he always slept in class.

But after hearing it so many times, it was hard not to care. He didn't think highly of himself, but others belittled him… like a attention-seeking clown.

Being liked by her was terrible. It was so bad he even doubted if she really liked him… He suddenly feared her confession might just be a joke.

That day, amidst the buzzing gossip, they were strangely quiet.

After school, she called out to him, who just wanted to escape. “Zhan Zijie!”

He turned around nervously but pretended nothing was wrong.

“I’m sorry…”

Sorry for what? Was it really just a joke? He waited silently for her to continue.

“Don’t be angry, I didn’t expect it to turn out like this…” Her voice grew softer and softer; where had the 120 decibels that used to deafen him gone?

He wanted to say he wasn’t angry, he only cared whether she was telling the truth. But he didn’t ask, just stiffly said “Oh.”

She smiled incredibly sweetly and brightly, “Then I’m leaving, bye-bye!” and ran off in a flash.

What did he mean? He scratched his head and followed her out of the school.

The next day, there was a box of chocolate milk in his desk with a smiley face on it. The third day, there was a box of cake in his desk, also with a smiley face. On the fourth day…

he didn't throw those things at her, because she used to get revenge on him by drawing smiley faces like that all over his books. He was happy, but also a little lost, wanting to give her something in return, but all the boys had already given her everything they could…

He stopped arguing with her and instead maintained a peaceful relationship, taking the teasing and jokes of others as tacit agreement. Jian Ya would keep notes for him, and even fearlessly handed him her completed exam paper during a test.

Actually… she shouldn't have been the one to take the initiative.

Her birthday was approaching. For the first time, he asked his guardian for money to buy a crystal bracelet, because she had mentioned liking it in a magazine a few days ago.

He had intended to give it to her that day, but then he thought about how her hands would get tired from receiving so many gifts… His relationship with her… was very secretive, and frustratingly so, even though she had confessed her feelings for him, there were still a lot of other people who liked her.

The day before her birthday, he unusually arrived at the classroom first, stuffed the gift box into her desk, and then wandered around the campus with his backpack until almost time for class before returning to the classroom.

She opened the gift, but there was no sound.

What was going on?

He wasn't intentionally anonymous; it was just… an accident.

During break, she turned her head, blinking her expectant eyes, and asked, "Did you give this to me?"

Wouldn't it be pointless if he didn't admit it? He nodded.

"Thank you! I love it so much!" Her voice and expression were full of excitement.

At that moment, it was hard for him to hold back his smile. "An early birthday present,"

she said, putting the bracelet on her wrist and waving it in front of him. "I'll wear it forever."

Besides "Oh," he couldn't find the words again, suddenly remembering that many boys had given her jewelry before, but she seemed to have never worn it…

If only it could always be like that… How wonderful.

However, the next day, when he received a large bouquet of roses from someone and listened to that person tell a bunch of romantic stories, and the heroine was her—

he smiled.

How could he forget what kind of girl she was?

Did she really like him…?

Zhan Zijie looked up and saw Jian Ya with her face covered. He pulled her hand away. "What's wrong?"

"I really want to go home right now," Jian Ya said, her eyes downcast, not looking at him.

"What's wrong?" To say something like that right after making love...

"How embarrassing!" She couldn't believe she could shout so wildly.

“The women here are screaming even louder than you, and the men can only hear their women screaming. Aya, it's nothing.” Zhan Zijie chuckled. He was afraid to tell her how much fun his friends had to have.

He felt goosebumps rise on her smooth skin. “Hurry up and get into your sleeping bag, it’s still cold at night.” He then withdrew his limp member from her. Staring at her beautiful private parts, the red and white fluid flowing from the pink hole, dripping onto the ground.

He had taken her purity, yet he had questioned it. He liked her, always liked her with unease. Even after having her, he would compulsively confirm and affirm it repeatedly.

“Aya, do you like me?”

The moment he withdrew from her, Jian Ya felt a sting. Following his gaze… she hurriedly closed her slightly sore legs, propped herself up, and cried out softly as her thighs touched the wet ground, “It’s over!”

“What now?” Zhan Zijie frowned, his question ignored by her.

“We got the tent dirty…”

Zhan Zijie sighed. “It’s okay, it’s Keith’s, I’ll buy him a new one.” Seeing Jian Ya shivering from the cold, he immediately pulled her into the sleeping bag with him.

The two were pressed tightly together, and he stroked her face, asking again, “Do you like me?”

☆、06 What do you think? Foolish (Shen)

Jian Ya felt very uncomfortable pressed close to him, or rather, more nervous than when they had made love earlier. She had never even held his hand before… but now, after only a week of reuniting, they had slept together…

She didn’t feel regret, just a little surprised by her own impulsiveness.

Impulsiveness is truly a devil…

Was the influence from three years ago really that great? Could this three-year gap really be ignored? Even though she had no experience in that area, she knew he wasn’t a novice. Most importantly, he wasn’t like before; he had become more adept and knew how to control her.

Jian Ya looked up at him in the dim light. He had grown very tall, and although still handsome, he had become more masculine. To avoid sacrificing her hymen in vain, she changed "I used to like you a lot" to "I like you" in front of Zhan Zijie, who felt like a stranger to her

. Upon hearing this, Zhan Zijie hugged her tighter and kissed her passionately. He only released her when Jian Ya started pushing him away.

"Then do you like me?" If the answer was negative or even slightly forced, she wouldn't let him continue taking advantage.

"What do you think? Silly girl," Zhan Zijie chuckled.

This meant… he liked her, right? But hearing him call her a silly girl, the domineering attitude from three years ago returned, and he relentlessly asked, "Then why did you suddenly ignore me back then?"

She had truly been heartbroken for a long time.

"Because you were a womanizer," he snorted casually.

"Me, a womanizer? Are you kidding me!" Jian Ya shouted indignantly.

"Calm down, everyone heard you."

This guy was so shameless! He wanted her to moan shamelessly during sex, but couldn't even speak up against his slander? But Jian Ya still lowered her voice, "I really didn't cheat on you."

"Let's not talk about it anymore, it's all in the past." At least now she had no contact with that person, at least now she belonged to him.

"Because of Zhan Ming? There's really nothing between us." Jian Ya asked the question that had bothered her for years. Three years ago, Zhan Zijie threw a bouquet of roses in front of her and then ignored her. Whenever she approached him, he would avoid her, and whenever she opened her mouth, he would say, "I don't have time, I don't want to listen."

Later, she found out that the flowers were a gift from his cousin, and she had accepted them without any reason.

"Aya, let's not talk about it anymore." Zhan Zijie rolled over and pinned her down. "Let's do it again, hmm? "

Huh?! Before Jian Ya could react, Zhan Zijie kissed her again, one hand reaching down to her lower body, his long fingers stroking back and forth along her tender flesh.

"Mmm..." Jian Ya trembled involuntarily because of his actions.

Her trembling excited him. He liked her awkward and helpless appearance, and his desire quickly revived, pressing against her private parts intermittently. He savored the sweetness of her lips and tongue, then took her earlobe into his mouth, his tongue teasing it playfully…

“Ah…no…it hurts so much…” Jian Ya couldn’t help but turn her head away, her body tingling with goosebumps from a strange tingling sensation.

“It’ll feel better soon,” Zhan Zijie chuckled, blowing hot breath into her ear. “Aya, I’m coming in.” With that, he thrust his thick member forcefully into her long-awaited opening.

“Ah—” Her lower body was suddenly stretched open, the pain no less intense than the first time causing Jian Ya to cry out softly.

Zhan Zijie also let out a satisfied growl, the feeling of forcefully pushing open the layers of tender flesh inside her opening and plunging all the way in was wonderful! He couldn’t help but withdraw completely again and again before thrusting in fully.

Jian Ya was dizzy from his thrusts and couldn’t help but pout, “Don’t do this!”

“How about this?” He lifted her buttocks, his fingers digging into her boneless flesh, and began to move rapidly in and out of her body.

He thrust in with tremendous force, a brutal force that terrified Jian Ya, but pinned beneath him with nowhere to hide. As his thrusts grew faster, the stinging pain gradually subsided, replaced by a strange, tingling sensation spreading from her lower body. Jian Ya clung to his shoulders, responding to his movements with moans, "Mmm... ah..."

"Isn't it wonderful?" He was ecstatic. Her newly opened vagina, which he had only just begun to explore, gripped his thick member tightly, sucking, squeezing, and clamping him relentlessly...

He still couldn't believe it, couldn't accept this fact that was both unexpected and exhilarating.

She was so pure that he wanted to be gentle, to cherish, to protect her, but even more, he wanted to imprint her mark on him, a mark he could never erase for the rest of his life!

This time, as long as she didn't hurt him, he would absolutely hold onto her, hold her tightly...

He lowered his head and swallowed her moans and cries, feeling her rapid breathing. Her body was burning hot, just like his, soaking the sleeping bag covering them.

The air grew thin, and Jian Ya was suffocating. She couldn't help but push him away, but he only invaded her more fiercely.

This Zhan Zijie was so unfamiliar!

"Ugh..." She really couldn't breathe.

He finally let her go, letting her gasp for breath, accompanied by the moans he loved to hear, "Aya..."

"Mmm..." Jian Ya frowned as she endured his demands. His thing was as hard as an iron rod, relentlessly thrusting into her. "Slow down... ah... I can't take it..."

He loved this extreme friction of flesh and skin, and couldn't slow down, nor did he want to. "Oh... Aya... give it to me... give it to me..."

She had already given him everything, but she couldn't bear what he gave her. His stamina was still amazing. Her lower body went from stinging pain to pleasure to numb pain as he penetrated her, but he still kept moving. "Zhan Zijie, it hurts..."

"I'm almost there... just bear with it a little longer..." Zhan Zijie buried his head in her neck, licking and biting her while panting heavily. He gripped her hips tighter with his hands for one last thrust.

"Ah! Slow down! Ah—" Jian Ya tried to break free as he pounded into her.

Just as she screamed, Zhan Zijie shuddered and ejaculated his hot fluid deep inside her...

Both of them were soaking wet.

His penis was still inside her, making her feel uncomfortable. Jian Ya blushed and asked softly, "Can you come out?"

"Let's sleep like this," he didn't want to come out.

"I can't sleep like this..." The sleeping bag was soaked like a water bag, and with him clinging to her like this, it would be a miracle if she could fall asleep.

Zhan Zijie chuckled, kissed her forehead, withdrew his member from her body, climbed out of his sleeping bag, took a t-shirt from his backpack, and pulled Aya up to help her dry off.

"Ah... I can do it myself," Jian Ya immediately stopped him.

"Let me help you," Zhan Zijie insisted, a sweet dimple appearing at the corner of his mouth.

...She was most vulnerable to his smile! She wanted to tell him, "Please tone down your smile," but lowered her head and let him touch her. She wasn't this infatuated with everyone, but Zhan Zijie's looks were definitely her type...

After he cleaned her up, he put the t-shirt he'd worn during the day on her, hastily wiped himself down, put on some pants, and headed out of the tent.

"Where are you going?" "

To borrow a sleeping bag." (

Author's note:

If at that age you weren't attracted to someone because of their appearance or personality, I'd rather be beaten to death than believe it.)

Please leave lots of comments! My cbox and comment section aren't just for the previous columns... This story is somewhat realistic but purely fictional. I just didn't want too much exaggeration, so I wrote it however I wanted. Updates will be irregular (don't worry, I can update twice a day when I want to). Sigh... I'm racking my brains every day trying to finish "Broken" and "MQC" as soon as possible.

☆, 07 This is Lucky Kiss.

When Jian Ya woke up, there was no one in the tent. There was no terrible pain in her lower body, just a faint soreness. She hurriedly put on her clothes and walked out of the tent. She saw Sissi in front of her. She wondered if Sissi was imagining things, but Sissi looked at her strangely. "There's no one in RV now, go wash up."

"Thank you." Jian Ya smiled amicably and rushed to the car. After washing up, she looked at herself in the mirror, and her heart inexplicably raced. Yesterday felt like a dream... She gave Zhan Zijie her first kiss and her first time, but she and he weren't even boyfriend and girlfriend.

As soon as she opened the bathroom door, Zhan Zijie got into the car and saw her, a cute smile spreading across his face. "Don't get out, we're about to drive back."

It turned out everyone was waiting for her, this lazybones, to wake up… Jian Ya's face flushed slightly, and she obediently nodded.

He sat beside her as he had when they arrived, without any intimate gestures. If he only said those things to her for a one-night stand, if he wanted to pretend nothing had happened… Just as Jian Ya was lost in thought, Guan Qijun across from her gave a wicked smile. "Jian Ya, why didn't you come up to sleep yesterday?"

Jian Ya was slightly taken aback. She couldn't very well say that she and Zhan Zijie stayed in the tent doing something naughty so as not to ruin his plans, could she? She hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat hesitantly, "I stayed in the tent watching the stars…"

Guan Qijun laughed inexplicably, casually replying with an "Oh."

"Keith, will you go shopping with me this afternoon? I want to buy shoes," Sissi snuggled into Guan Qijun's arms, acting coquettishly.

“Okay, buy whatever you like,” Guan Qijun patted her head, like petting a kitten seeking its owner’s affection.

Sissi immediately leaned in happily and gave him a loud kiss.

Jian Ya turned slightly to look out the window. To be honest, she didn’t think much of Zhan Zijie’s friend and his girlfriend. She’d seen plenty of people like Guan Qijun—not afraid of being broke, but afraid of having too much money; not afraid of not having women, because women always flocked to him like a swarm of bees. As for what kind of women, the naive ones thought that devoted, foolish waiting would bring a prodigal son back. The smarter ones knew when to stop, enjoying the company and getting whatever they could.

Clearly, Sissi wasn’t naive.

She wouldn't look down on Sissi, because several of her friends felt the same way before she moved. They believed youth was capital, not something to be squandered. Rather than childish relationships, they preferred to find a rich guy to play with; good looks were a bonus. After all, they'd be chauffeured around in luxury cars, have someone pay for everything, and have all their plans arranged so they wouldn't be bored

. Even worse, if those friends knew she'd given herself to Zhan Zijie last night, they'd laugh at her for being foolish.

Was she foolish? Jian Ya glanced at Zhan Zijie. If he didn't genuinely like her, then she was truly foolish… But a sliver of hope remained—she and he weren't strangers, and a sliver of relief—he wasn't like Guan Qijun.

But this hope and relief were fragile, because the past three years had been a blank for both of them. Saying he was different was based on her perception of him three years ago. Now, he hung out with someone like Guan Qijun, and they had sex… He had changed somewhat, but how much had changed, she hadn't had time to understand.

Jian Ya shook her head inwardly, thinking, "Don't overthink it, it'll only make me unhappy..."

Back at the parking lot, after a brief farewell, Zhan Zijie looked at her. "Where do you want to go?"

Jian Ya didn't want to wander around aimlessly. "Home."

"Aya, have you taken your driving test?"

"I just passed my 7-1."

"Did you bring your license?"

Jian Ya nodded, somewhat puzzled.

"Then you drive, I'll go home with you." Zhan Zijie pulled his car keys from his pocket and handed them to her.

"Huh?!" "

A 7-1 only requires a Class 5 driver to accompany you." He smiled and pulled her towards the car.

She knew this, and she also knew that Zhan Zijie was a year and a half older than her, so having a Class 5 license wasn't surprising. But she hadn't driven a car since attending driving school, and the thought made her legs weak. "No need, I can't drive."

"You have to practice eventually; if you're afraid to drive, you'll never drive." Zhan Zijie smiled enticingly, pushing her into the car, securing her with the seatbelt, and closing the door.

"I...I really can't drive..." Jian Ya pleaded with a pained expression as he got into the car.

"Don't worry, I'm a very good teacher."

She was worried about herself! "Zhan Zijie..."

"Aya, you used to be fearless, why are you so timid now?" Zhan Zijie blinked his beautiful eyes teasingly.

"I'm not timid!" Although her legs were trembling slightly, she puffed out her cheeks and loudly retorted.

"That's good, start the car." Zhan Zijie turned to her, looking relaxed and carefree.

"Don't blame me if I crash the car."

"Okay."

"Don't blame me if I cause traffic chaos."

"Just don't drive on the sidewalk, it's okay."

Only an idiot would drive there! Jian Ya glared at him fiercely and started the car in a huff. Just as she was about to step on the gas, Zhan Zijie shouted "wait!" Jian

Ya was so startled that she immediately pulled her hands and feet back, looking at him nervously. He reached out and cupped the back of her head, leaning in to kiss her. Jian Ya stood there dumbfounded, letting his tongue roam freely in her mouth until she was breathless and protested softly. Only then did he release her. "This is a lucky kiss," he said

. Jian Ya looked at him, her face flushed and her heart pounding, her breathing erratic.

Could a teacher who scares and teases students like this be considered a good teacher?!

☆, 08 The legendary car sex? (Caution)

The whole way, Zhan Zijie only taught her how to drive, saying nothing more. "Aya, don't hold your hands so tightly, relax,"

Jian Ya nodded at the rearview mirror, her nerves still tense.

Zhan Zijie gazed at her, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Jian Ya followed his instructions and didn't drive onto the main road, but rather a less crowded side road. After driving for nearly half an hour, she realized this wasn't the way home. "Where are we going?"

"Just stop up ahead," Zhan Zijie pointed to a grove of trees ahead.

The car came to a smooth stop, and Jian Ya breathed a sigh of relief.

"You drove well. I'll take you out for a few more drives in the future."

And later… Jian Ya's face flushed slightly, and she softly murmured, "Mmm."

"Aya…"

When Jian Ya turned to look at him, he leaned in and kissed her. His tongue domineeringly plundered every sweet taste from her mouth, and Jian Ya remained passively letting him kiss her.

It was as if she were kissing a piece of wood, but he didn't mind. She was truly inexperienced, and inexperience—that was good. He pulled away from her lips, his beautiful eyes lowered, staring at her face so close to his. "Aya, try kissing me."

Jian Ya was about to speak when he kissed her again. Her ears were filled with the pounding of his heart and those words from before. She mustered her courage and gave a small response, following Zhan Zijie's tongue.

"That's it," Zhan Zijie chuckled softly and continued.

The two locked in a passionate kiss, his hot breath brushing against her face, making her feel inexplicably hot. Jian Ya, slightly uncomfortable, backed away, but Zhan Zijie pressed his entire body against hers, unbuckling her seatbelt with one hand and slipping the other inside her clothes, cupping and kneading her breasts…

A jolt of electricity immediately ran down Jian Ya's spine, and she involuntarily trembled. A hazy thought flashed through her mind—was he going to have the legendary car sex with her?

His increasingly rapid breathing and the hand unbuttoning her pants told her the answer. Wasn't car sex usually done in the dead of night in a secluded place? She didn't know where they were, but it was still broad daylight! Jian Ya hurriedly pushed him away, "Not here…"

"No one's coming," Zhan Zijie answered confidently, kissing her neck, as he reclined the front seat and continued to pull down her hot pants and underwear.

Although Jian Ya was apprehensive, she didn't object. Because many of her former friends and classmates didn't make love at home, going to a hotel was too extravagant, and going to a motel was too tasteless, so messy places became the ideal places for sex.

"Really no one's coming?" Jian Ya asked softly to confirm.

"I don't want anyone to see my woman's body either," Zhan Zijie said naturally.

These words were more effective than any sweet talk, and Jian Ya let him continue. After stripping her lower body naked, he pressed himself against her, his legs between hers, and quickly unbuckled his belt.

Zhan Zijie didn't immediately enter her, but instead reached for her private parts and stroked them back and forth. His fingers slid between her labia a few times and became wet. He kissed the corner of Jian Ya's mouth and whispered with a smile, "Aya, you get wet so quickly."

Jian Ya's face flushed. This uncontrollable physical reaction made her helpless. Just as she was thinking about how to explain the shameful truth, Zhan Zijie thrust into her vagina hard.

"Ah!" The two of them cried out simultaneously from the intense union.

Last night, they only did it twice, which wasn't enough for him. He wanted to repeatedly experience her body, to be tightly enveloped by her little hole, to possess her again and again!

He cupped her pert buttocks and began to move rhythmically without hesitation, thrusting open the tender flesh inside and plunging into the warm, deepest part. After a while, he couldn't help but lift himself up, looking down at his purplish-red, thick member moving in and out of her pink flower. The intense visual stimulation and the tight friction of her skin made his breathing become increasingly rapid and heavy.

Her body was so delicate, exuding a youthful charm that drove him crazy.

He looked up at her, her eyes slightly closed, her face flushed with passion, incredibly alluring. Her intermittent, sometimes soft, sometimes loud moans further fueled his lust.

This girl lying beneath him, letting him thrust into her, was his.

"Aya, do you like me?"

"Mmm..." Jian Ya responded in a daze, lost in waves of pleasure. "

Will it always be his...?"

"Do you like making love with me?"

"Mmm..." The next second, Jian Ya cried out softly, "Ah... a little gentler..." He thrust so hard...

Upon hearing this, Zhan Zijie captured her lips and kissed her passionately, his lower body withdrawing and penetrating even faster, pounding her clitoris even more violently. He didn't know what was wrong with him; she wanted gentleness, but he just didn't want to give it to her.

He wanted her to remember his body, to remember how he made love with her, to remember everything.

Jian Ya was dizzy from his thrusts, trying to dodge, but the space inside the car was too small. Her left leg rubbed against the car door from time to time, and her right leg tapped against the gear shift lever. She tried to move her body to find a comfortable position, but her buttocks were held tightly by him...

"Ah!" Jian Ya finally couldn't help but shout out.

Seeing her furrowed brows and pained expression, Zhan Zijie immediately slowed his movements and asked, panting, "What's wrong?"

"Ah..." Jian Ya's brows furrowed even more tightly, "I...I have a cramp!"

Author's Note:

Writing about entanglements is unstoppable, and very fast, a strange phenomenon... \/Wishing all my darlings a happy Dragon Boat Festival and a wonderful weekend~ Haha~ This is for those darlings who only read this article and don't go to the old section~ I'm busy writing the old article, so I'm making up for this update. If you like it, darlings will also like it~

☆, 09 He's Not Right for You

Zhan Zijie remained inside her, "Where's the cramp?"

"Ah...left leg..." Jian Ya's face turned pale with pain, and she cried out softly.

Zhan Zijie immediately stroked her left leg, "Where's your left leg?"

"Ah! No! It really hurts!" Jian Ya wanted to move, but Zhan Zijie was pressing down on her, so she had to push him up.

Zhan Zijie chuckled softly, withdrew from her, pulled up his pants, and climbed back into the passenger seat. "It'll feel better if you straighten your legs,"

Jian Ya said, stretching out her legs as soon as she had a chance to move, rubbing her feet as if no one else was there. Only when her feet felt a little better did she remember there was someone next to her, and she quickly glanced at Zhan Zijie—he was propping his forehead up, scrutinizing her, his lips tightly pressed together, but his deep dimples betrayed him…

a leg cramp halfway through sex… couldn't there be fewer unexpected situations for a novice like him! Jian Ya's face turned as red as a tomato, inwardly cursing in annoyance. Now her leg cramp was gone, but she was sitting naked from the waist down… Jian Ya stared at her underwear and shorts, wanting to put them on, but putting them on meant stopping. Oh my god! It was so embarrassing! Her lower body was exposed to the silent air for less than three seconds before Jian Ya whispered "I'm sorry," quickly grabbing her pants and putting them on.

"Sorry for what?" Zhan Zijie couldn't help but tease her.

She was practically drowning in shame! Jian Ya remained silent, her face flushed.

"Okay, I'll drive you home." Although his still swollen and hard member was uncomfortable being confined in his pants, he got out of the car and switched seats with her.

"Does your leg still hurt?" Zhan Zijie asked, breaking the silence as they waited at a red light.

Jian Ya slumped her head and mumbled, "Much better."

She looked just like she did three years ago after they officially became a couple. Remembering how she had transformed from a tigress into a kitten… Zhan Zijie's smile deepened.

"Is this your home?" Zhan Zijie glanced at the house outside the car.

Jian Ya nodded and hurriedly jumped out of the car. "Drive carefully on your way home, bye!"

"Aya, wait!" Zhan Zijie grabbed her and kissed her forehead. "Remember to answer my calls."

Jian Ya nodded frantically, then dashed home.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Jian Luo smiling mischievously. "Who was that in the car?"

Jian Ya ignored him and went straight upstairs.

“I covered for you yesterday, you know. If you don’t tell me, I’ll tell Mom and Dad that their good girl wasn’t at her classmate’s house yesterday.” With that, Jian Luo leaned into the living room and called out, “Dad—”

“Classmate!” Jian Ya immediately covered his mouth.

“Mom—”

“Zhan Zijie!” Jian Ya glared at him fiercely and ran upstairs.

Jian Luo followed her upstairs. “Zhan Zijie? Zhan Ming’s younger brother?”

“Yes.”

“He’s your classmate?” Jian Luo was extremely surprised.

“Yes, he’s in the same class as me.”

“Wow, the world is so big!” Jian Luo exclaimed in amazement.

“Is there anything else? I need to take a shower!” She felt extremely uncomfortable.

“You were with him last night?” Jian Luo frowned slightly. “Aya, you wouldn’t be with him—”

“I’m taking a shower.” Jian Ya ran into the changing room to get a change of clothes.

Jian Luo frowned even more, chasing her to the changing room door. “Aya, he’s not right for you.” That guy’s temper is too strange. Jian Ya will only get hurt if she’s with him, just like three years ago, when she had a confusing relationship that left her heartbroken for ages.

"Brother, I really need to take a shower!" Jian Ya rushed into the bathroom and locked the door.

He's not right for you.

She didn't know what "right" meant. If emotions could be analyzed rationally, there wouldn't be so many people rushing into marriage, and so many people divorcing after living most of their lives together.

She only knew that now and in the past, he was special and unique to her. Jian Ya looked at the full-length mirror in the bathroom; her naked skin was covered with the marks he had left.

If she had sex with him based solely on impulse, how strong would that impulse be?

But... he hadn't used a condom!

Jian Ya quickly finished showering, changed into a white dress, grabbed her phone and wallet, and rushed out.

It was the first time she had gone to a pharmacy to buy emergency contraception. She was extremely embarrassed answering the pharmacist's questions, and after getting the pills, she ran away like a thief. Just as she swallowed the pills, her phone rang.

"Aya, are you outside?"

"Yes."

"It's not safe to be out so late," Zhan Zijie's voice tried his best to remain within the bounds of worry. He had only been gone a short while, and she had already gone out. I asked her several times today where she wanted to go, and her answer was always the same two words—home.

“I’m going home now.”

“Where are you?”

Jian Ya looked around and gave me her address.

“Find a coffee shop nearby and sit for a while, I’ll come find you,” Zhan Zijie said firmly before hanging up.

Jian Ya gasped and immediately threw away the remaining birth control pills.

When he came to pick her up, his expression was somewhat serious, but his tone was relaxed. “Want to go for a walk?”

“Yeah…” Jian Ya forced an unnatural smile.

Those beautiful eyes were fixed on another pair of sparkling eyes—she was lying.

“Let’s go to my place for a while,” Zhan Zijie suddenly suggested.

Jian Ya was taken aback, glanced at the road outside the car, and knew he wasn’t planning to take her home. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t curious about where he lived. Jian Ya nodded, “Okay.”

He lived in an apartment suite not far from the school. Walking in, she saw it was very simply and plainly furnished. “Do you live alone?”

“I always live alone,” Zhan Zijie shrugged, answering nonchalantly.

Jian Ya lowered her eyes, somewhat saddened. Actually, Zhan Zijie's family was quite wealthy, as they were relatives of Zhan Ming's family. However, his parents divorced when he was six, each remarrying and having new children. Neither parent intended to raise him, instead hiring a guardian. When Zhan Zijie was seven, he fell from the third floor and spent nearly a year in the hospital without his parents visiting him even once. She knew this because she had asked Zhan Ming about it; at the time, she was curious why Zhan Zijie, a year older than her, was in the same grade.

She knew quite a bit about his past, albeit with a touch of gossip. Perhaps because of this knowledge, her feelings for him were both heavy and intense.

Zhan Zijie gazed at her. To be honest, he didn't like her current expression. He stepped forward, pulled her into his arms, and whispered, kissing her neck, "Aya, let's continue..."

"Continue what?" Jian Ya was startled by his words and actions.

“Continue what we didn’t finish in the car.”

Author’s note:

negative things

by selwyn

I really don’t feel like writing MQC TT. Should I continue writing about entanglement?

☆, 10 Can you completely let go when we have sex? (Caution)

Zhan Zijie picked her up and carried her to the large table by the window, deftly removing her skirt. Jian Ya stared blankly at him. She hadn’t even been in his house for five minutes before he stripped her clothes off… Did this guy only have sex in his mind?

“Aya, your underwear is so cute.” His words made Jian Ya jump again. She had only gone out to buy medicine, so she had casually put on a set of underwear—a light green panty with a lively monkey jumping around on it, and a pink and yellow striped bra, completely mismatched! Jian Ya

really wanted to bang her head against the wall like a tofu. Just as she was about to cover herself up, Zhan Zijie spoke, “Do you want to take it off yourself?”

His eyes were full of teasing.

Jian Ya suddenly realized that no matter how much the boy in front of her had changed, his annoying side of liking to tease her had been perfectly preserved. She wouldn't take it off! Instead, she decided to put on the dress he had taken off! Jian Ya was about to grab the dress when Zhan Zijie grabbed her, "Let me help you take it off." He then unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties.

Before she could object, she was completely naked.

The next second, he kissed her lips, his hands grasping and kneading her breasts, occasionally tugging at her small nipples.

"Ooh...it hurts," Jian Ya complained, pulling away from his kisses.

Hearing this, Zhan Zijie kissed her again, no longer pulling at her nipples, but instead using his thumb to press and tease them, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. "How about this?"

"Mmm...no...it tickles," Jian Ya shuddered at his movements, goosebumps rising on her arms. She unconsciously twisted her body to avoid his touch.

"Hehe, you're really sensitive," Zhan Zijie lowered his head and took her breast into his mouth, his tongue teasing her pink nipple with agility, licking and sucking it clockwise and counterclockwise.

"Ah..." Jian Ya immediately moaned, her body trembling even more violently.

Zhan Zijie's lips twitched at her reaction, "Is this the most comfortable?"

"Mmm..." His lips and tongue were soft and hot, making her whole body heat up.

Hearing her affirmation, Zhan Zijie didn't continue. His tongue traced down her graceful curves, and as soon as it touched the soft hair of her private parts, Jian Ya immediately closed her legs and pulled back.

"Aya, open your legs, let me kiss you," his unfathomable black eyes looked into hers, his voice carrying an irresistible allure.

"Don't kiss there..." Jian Ya shook her head.

"I like kissing you there, open your legs," her refusal reminded him—he hadn't kissed her all over.

"Really don't..." Jian Ya blushed deeply.

"Aya, let me kiss you there." Zhan Zijie looked at her and instead of doing it himself, he wanted her to open her legs for him.

Jian Ya looked at him with difficulty—her pretty and lovely face shone with expectation, but the corners of her mouth turned up in a wicked arc, making her look like a wolf in sheep's clothing, a devil wearing an angel's mask! She bit her lower lip and trembled slightly as she opened her legs.

"Aya, open them wider,"

his request made her so ashamed that she just wanted to run away, "Really, don't do this..."

"When you make love with me, you have to completely let go, okay?" He wanted her to give herself completely.

Jian Ya heard this and bit her lower lip even tighter, opening her legs to the angle she couldn't hold on any longer.

Zhan Zijie smiled with satisfaction and lowered his head to kiss her tender private parts.

"Ah!" Jian Ya immediately exclaimed and moved her body backward.

Zhan Zijie quickly grabbed her thigh and pulled her back, burying his head between her legs again, his lips parting her pink labia, finding the clitoris and sucking and licking it passionately.

"Ah...no..." The pleasure was so fierce that Jian Ya couldn't help but push his head away.

Zhan Zijie didn't stop. His tongue circled her clitoris, then slid down her labia, licking the tender flesh inside her vagina.

"Ah! No..." She couldn't bear the stimulation and pushed him away more forcefully.

Zhan Zijie continued, his tongue relentlessly pushing aside the layers of tender flesh, lightly yet firmly scraping her tight, warm inner walls, teasing her with shallow and deep thrusts. Soon, a surge of heat rushed to his tongue, and he immediately withdrew to the entrance, sucking her nectar.

He had never kissed a woman there before, but now he did everything he could to make her enjoy the pleasure his lips and tongue brought her.

Because he also enjoyed it, enjoying her soft moans, enjoying her writhing body, enjoying her trembling.

Her fluids flowed more and more, and he sucked every last drop into his mouth before probing her vagina again, scraping and digging like a well, drawing out even more. His lips were wet, and his nose was filled with the sweet scent of her after her bath. Perhaps Jian Ya had an unchanging side, like the strawberry scent on her body, which she had smelled the same three years ago. It

was incredibly sweet.

Jian Ya was completely lost in his lips and tongue. She realized that a man's mouth could bring such immense pleasure, no less than the pleasure of being penetrated. Her hands, which had been pushing him away, were now tightly wedged into his hair, her hips rising and falling with his movements, and her legs clamping his head firmly between them. She felt hot, so hot that she felt like she was suffocating, her lower abdomen was convulsing violently, she was about to explode!

"Ah...ah...ah..." she unconsciously cried out louder and louder until her lower abdomen began to swell and ache, "No more...I really can't take it anymore!"

Zhan Zijie felt her vagina contracting sharply, knowing that she was about to climax, he immediately pulled away and hastily pulled down his pants, and at the moment Jian Ya reached her climax, he thrust his thick, hard, iron-like member inside her!

"Ah!" The two of them screamed and growled at the same time.

The tightness of her vagina during her climax was so intense it felt like it was about to snap him, gripping him tightly with each thrust. Zhan Zijie gasped, gripping Jian Ya's slender waist and moving rapidly.

Jian Ya, still weak from her climax, let him thrust in and out, but then suddenly remembered something and cried out urgently, "Zhan Zijie, stop!"

Author's Note:

Hiding here to write H feels good, haha~

After listening to Kat's "Whine Up" for ages, I discovered she sang "Unstoppable"...\口/ Darlings who like the new story, I updated 3 chapters this weekend, next week... next week we'll see (hey).

Hiding here all the time, you know I'm in a state of low energy...

silence for silence.

☆、11 The Opened Condom Box (Caution)

She had so many different experiences during sex. She knew it herself. But—"Zhan Zijie, stop!"

He couldn't stop at this point, taking her refusal into his mouth and thrusting powerfully into her deepest depths.

"Ugh..." Jian Ya dodged and weaved to avoid him.

Zhan Zijie frowned, slowed his movements, and asked breathlessly, "What's wrong?"

"We... ah... ah... we need to use protection..." Jian Ya groaned as she struggled to finish her sentence.

"Aya, I ejaculated inside yesterday, let's buy some pills tomorrow," he admitted to himself that he was selfish, knowing it was her first time and therefore not wanting to use a condom.

Seeing him continue, Jian Ya anxiously whispered, "I already took the pills." The pharmacist had said that this pill shouldn't be taken too often.

Hearing this, Zhan Zijie stopped, staring at her. "You went out to buy pills?"

"Yes..." Jian Ya replied softly, blushing. Although she lacked experience, she had basic common sense; at her age, having sex without a condom was practically suicide. She secretly bought the pills because she didn't want to blame him, but having thrown them away earlier, she really didn't want to go back to the pharmacy to answer a bunch of very private questions.

Zhan Zijie chuckled, pecked her lips, and withdrew his penis from her. "I'll go get some condoms."

Jian Ya sat on the table, watching him take an opened condom box from the drawer. A sudden tightness gripped her chest. He kept condoms at home, even used ones…

Zhan Zijie put on a condom, spread her legs again, and thrust his thick member into her vagina.

Her lower body was once again violently stretched and filled, the stimulation making Jian Ya want to scream, but she bit her lip and let out a muffled groan. Had he brought girls home before? Did he have other girls now? When did he buy those condoms? How many were left? Her mind was suddenly filled with a jumble of questions, making it impossible for her to focus on the lovemaking.

Zhan Zijie held her buttocks, repeatedly thrusting in and out, his movements becoming increasingly rapid. Her vagina was incredibly wet yet gripped his penis tightly, each friction sending shivers down his spine. He greedily invaded her forbidden zone, wantonly ravaging it...

but she remained quiet. Staring at her furrowed brows and biting lip, though her pitiful appearance aroused his lust, he preferred her passionate response. "Aya, moan if it feels good,"

Jian Ya murmured, enjoying his penetration, yet her enthusiasm waning.

Zhan Zijie raised an eyebrow, withdrawing his member to the entrance of her vagina, rubbing it slowly a few times before thrusting in all the way.

"Ah!" Jian Ya cried out, unable to hold back her moans.

"Keep moaning like that, don't stop,"

Zhan Zijie said, falling silent again, only breathing heavily. He repeated his trick, teasing her with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, forcing her to scream occasionally.

"Stop playing like that!" Jian Ya was extremely uncomfortable with his half-hearted thrusting.

"What's wrong?" he asked, sensing something was amiss.

Jian Ya shook her head silently.

Zhan Zijie watched, pulled her to the edge of the table, bent her legs and made her brace them on the table, then began thrusting like a madman into her wide-open vulva.

"Ah...ah..." His movements were too violent for her to bear, "No! Be gentle! Ah...slower...ah...a little!"

Zhan Zijie held her tightly, thrusting into her tender little hole even more mercilessly, as if punishing her for her inattentiveness, or perhaps venting the inexplicable anxiety caused by her.

"Ah...it hurts! Ah..." His thing was thick and hard, like an iron rod, pounding into her, fast and powerful, soon a tingling pain came from her lower body.

Zhan Zijie listened and his long fingers probed her wet labia, pressing her clitoris and circling it quickly, then he lowered his head and sucked on her nipple, his thick thing thrusting in and out even more violently, "How about this?"

The small opening still ached from his penetration, but his advances reached every other sensitive spot on her body. Waves of tingling pleasure surged through her brain like electric currents, leaving Jian Ya both in pain and pleasure, only able to moan helplessly.

He continued to torment and tease her body, until his penis swelled to an unprecedented thickness and hardness. Zhan Zijie breathed heavily, "Oh... Aya... I'm going to cum..." He then thrust forcefully a few more times, holding her trembling.

Jian Ya let him hold her. She was actually very hot; he had taken away most of the thin air from her nose, but she was too weak to move. Her heart pounded, but the rhythm reaching her ears was erratic, caused by the rise and fall of his broad chest pressed against her. Her body was covered in sweat, not dry at all, but slippery because she had just showered. She had never felt the strawberry scent on her body was so strong, but there was something strange about it—a hint of condom.

Jian Ya lowered her eyes; she still felt uncomfortable.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. She used to be more curious than a cat, inquiring about everything about him, but now, she'd suddenly become timid… She knew he could have sex; she'd known since their first time together. But why was she so fixated on that box of condoms…

fixated on it, and uneasy?

The thing inside her went limp, and Zhan Zijie released her. Jian Ya waved away her wild thoughts with a touch of self-loathing, grabbing her bra and putting it on.

Zhan Zijie looked at her; she'd been acting strangely since earlier. "What's wrong?"

Jian Ya shook her head.

He snatched the dress from her hand. "Are you unhappy?"

Jian Ya shook her head again.

"You weren't like this before, you'd just say what you wanted to say—" She was someone who couldn't hide her feelings, and even now, he could easily sense them.

Yes, she felt she was becoming more and more like a child! But she couldn't bring herself to ask the questions she wanted to ask. "I'm not unhappy," Jian Ya immediately interrupted him. Was it

because he wasn't gentle enough? He had worn a condom and had indeed been at it for a long time… "Did I hurt you?"

Jian Ya's face flushed. "No…"

He couldn't ask any further.

Zhan Zijie sighed and pulled her into his arms. "Don't go back tonight."

☆, 12 Not Wanting to Incur Debt

"No... I can't stay out overnight," Jian Ya refused without hesitation.

"Stay with me," Zhan Zijie's gaze was fixed on her.

Jian Ya looked at him, her mind a jumble. Their relationship had progressed rapidly since they met again, but she really wasn't ready. "I didn't go home yesterday... and I have to go to school tomorrow..."

"We can go to school together," he seemed determined to force her.

Jian Ya was torn. She couldn't think of any excuse to stay out two nights in a row. "My parents will say something..."

"Aya, you're not a child anymore," Zhan Zijie continued to stare at her. Yes, he was pressuring her. How much did she like him? Could she simply stay by his side without considering anything else?

Jian Ya counted on her fingers, biting her lower lip, and finally managed to say, "Then I'll tell them..."

She didn't dare call home, so she dialed Jian Luo's number. "Brother, I'm not coming home today."

"Where are you? Are you with Zhan Zijie? Aya, you can't do this—"

Zhan Zijie snatched Jian Ya's phone, speaking calmly, "Hello, this is Zhan Zijie. I'll take her to school tomorrow."

Jian Ya stared at him nervously, wanting to hear a response from the other end, but she couldn't.

A moment later, Zhan Zijie hung up. "Okay."

Jian Ya stared blankly at him, feeling uneasy as if she'd done something wrong.

"Want to take a shower? It's late, let's shower and sleep together," Zhan Zijie smiled easily at her.

Jian Ya nodded subconsciously.

He didn't take a bath with her, but instead prepared a towel and toothbrush for her, leaving her alone in the bathroom. To be honest, Zhan Zijie's place was really ordinary to the point of being shabby. He was only a little over a year older than her, yet he lived like this alone… Jian Ya took a breath and quietly took a shower.

After washing up, she put on the t-shirt he gave her, walked into the bedroom with her legs bare, and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her, looking flustered again.

He stood up, touched her half-wet hair, and said with a smile, "Get in bed and wait for me, I'll be quick in the shower."

"Okay," she replied passively, doing as he said. He had really changed; he used to be more taciturn than her, while she was the more proactive and lively one.

Jian Ya shifted awkwardly on the bed, sometimes lying down, sometimes sitting, until Zhan Zijie came out of the shower, at which point she immediately lay down and closed her eyes. She heard a rustling sound behind her,

and Jian Ya closed her eyes even tighter. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, buried his head in her neck, and his warm breath tickled her, sending a shiver down her spine.

They had slept together in their sleeping bags all night, but tonight still felt strange.

"Aya, what brand of shower gel do you use?" Her body no longer smelled of strawberries, but rather of his sporty cologne.

Jian Ya had been pretending to be asleep, but when he asked, she honestly told him about the British brand she'd used for years.

"Let's have lunch together starting tomorrow"

—this was a sign of an official relationship! Jian Ya felt sweet at this invitation to make their relationship public, and softly hummed in agreement. Then, as if remembering something, she turned around and looked at him in the darkness. "Zhan Zijie."

"Hmm?"

"Why did you choose general?" She didn't have many opportunities to attend classes with him each week because she chose IB.

"I'm not really interested in university. It's better to make money early," he replied, his tone unreadable.

Jian Ya fell silent. Was he short of money, or did he genuinely dislike university? Many students here gave up the opportunity to go to university because they couldn't afford tuition or scholarships…

If he didn't go to university… Jian Ya couldn't help but think about two years from now, and beyond that, feeling that something was off.

"What are you thinking about?" He had been self-reliant since before he was independent, and he would continue to live according to his own will every day. He didn't need charity, because those who owed him would still owe him. If he thought he could repay with money, he would feel like he had sold himself out. And those he owed… Zhan Zijie stroked Jian Ya's face; he didn't want to continue owing her.

Jian Ya shook her head and reached out to hug him.

She would love him no matter what. Or rather, she simply loved him just the way he was.

Zhan Zijie chuckled and hugged her even tighter. "Sleep."

11-28

☆、13 I know you're being hypocritical (Caution)

Jian Ya was woken up early by her phone alarm. An unfamiliar room came into view, and she was fully awake the next second. She tried to move but found herself firmly trapped in a pair of arms.

She carefully tried to pry them open, but the arms only tightened. Jian Ya turned around, intending to tell him to get up, but the owner of the arms had his eyes closed.

Was he pretending to be asleep or was he really asleep? Jian Ya stared at his sleeping face for a long time, unable to look away. He had a broad forehead, thin eyebrows with slightly upturned corners, thick, long eyelashes, and beneath his straight, delicate nose were sensual lips with a tender sheen. His pointed chin…

he was truly a boy more beautiful than a girl, making her feel inferior.

As she looked, those beautiful lips curved slightly upwards. Jian Ya blinked, and looking again, he was indeed smiling.

“Zhan Zijie, let me go, I want to get up.”

The moment Zhan Zijie opened his eyes, he rolled over and pinned her beneath him.

Jian Ya looked up at him, bewildered. What was he trying to do?

Zhan Zijie was still smiling, lowering his head to kiss her—Jian Ya immediately reached out to block his mouth, "No, I didn't brush my teeth!"

"Neither did I," he yanked her hand away, the next second he captured her lips in a wild kiss. His hard member rubbed against her thighs repeatedly.

"Ugh..." Did he want to have sex so early?! Jian Ya again reached out to cup his face, trying to stop his kiss, "I'll be late for school!"

"It's close to school, we'll make it," Zhan Zijie continued kissing her neck, his hands reaching down to pull down her panties.

Jian Ya remained silent, mentally calculating the time, but her body trembled and arched at his restless fingers, "Ah..."

"Aya, it seems you want it too," Zhan Zijie smiled wickedly, pulling out his index finger, glistening with juice, and smearing it on Jian Ya's face.

"Hey!" Jian Ya shouted angrily, wiping her face repeatedly. This man was disgusting!

Zhan Zijie chuckled, suddenly spreading her legs and thrusting his thick, hard penis into her vagina!

"Ah!" Jian Ya wanted to jump out of bed and ignore him, but his sudden attack startled her, causing her to scream.

"Oh..." Zhan Zijie also growled. He had woken up very early, in fact, he hadn't slept well all night because his penis hadn't gone soft. Looking at her sleeping soundly, he couldn't bear to wake her, but he couldn't relieve himself with his hand. Several times he wanted to go to the bathroom, but holding her, he didn't want to let go. He tossed and turned all night until she woke up.

Now he could pounce on her like a hungry wolf… He smiled contentedly, pulling her legs up onto his shoulders, leaving her buttocks airborne, her pink private parts fully exposed. He stared intently as his thick member moved in and out of her flower-like vulva, panting as he enjoyed the pleasure of his thrusting wildly inside her tight little hole…

If he could keep having her like this forever, it would be wonderful.

If he could live with her like this, it would truly be wonderful.

Jian Ya was pushed back towards the headboard by his thrusts, only to be pulled back just before hitting it. This position was too embarrassing. Looking at him, who was towering over her, she followed his gaze downwards… and quickly turned her head to glance at the side of the bed, whispering, “Don’t look…” It’s

too exciting to watch like this. Zhan Zijie looked up and saw her face flushed to her ears, and smiled as he said, “I like watching.” With that, he thrust his hips even harder.

"Ah... um... ah..." Because it was early morning, the light in the room left her nowhere to hide. This nakedness, completely exposed and exposed to others, made her tense and extremely ashamed. Her body became unusually sensitive, so much so that every violent thrust of his was clearly transmitted to her brain. Wave after wave of tingling numbness made her groan uncontrollably.

"Aya, you're soaking wet." He was still staring at her private parts, watching his penis bring out more and more honey-like fluid, flowing down her buttocks... The lewd scene made his desire rise even higher.

Her little hole was wet and tight, and it felt really good to do it.

Jian Ya felt even more ashamed. Her body was completely out of control during this, and she really felt it was very comfortable... But when he said it like that, she couldn't help but struggle to get up in shame and anger, and said coquettishly, "I don't want to do it anymore..."

Zhan Zijie immediately put down her legs and pressed his upper body against her. "You have to continue even if you don't want to." He squeezed her buttocks with both hands and increased the speed and force of his thrusts.

"Ah..." Jian Ya cried out shamelessly with his movements.

“And I know you’re just saying that, you actually feel really good and want it,” Zhan Zijie teased her with a smile.

Jian Ya glared at him. This man’s smile was cute, but his words and actions were truly hateful.

“Is it uncomfortable?” She used to glare at him like this when they argued. Zhan Zijie smiled and thrust his lower body into her deepest part.

“Ah!” Jian Ya screamed in stimulation.

“Is it uncomfortable?” He withdrew to the entrance of her vagina again and then plunged in all the way in.

“Ah! It feels good…” Jian Ya was so overwhelmed by his play that she had no choice but to surrender.

Zhan Zijie kissed her forehead with satisfaction. “I feel really good too… It feels so good…”

After what seemed like forever, his lower body was numb from his play, but he still hadn’t ejaculated. Jian Ya couldn’t help but want to beg him, but then she suddenly remembered that he hadn’t used any protection and immediately shouted, “Zhan Zijie, you didn’t bring a condom!”

“I’ll ejaculate outside,” he said, not wanting to get out of bed now.

“Ah… like this… won’t it… ah… not… safe… ah…” He moved faster and faster, and Jian Ya’s whole body was shaking from his thrusts, making it impossible for her to speak coherently.

“Don’t worry, it’s safe…” His breathing became more and more rapid. “Oh… I’m going to cum…” Zhan Zijie growled, forcefully pulling out his thick penis and spraying all his hot semen onto Jian Ya’s body.

Jian Ya looked down and saw puddles of white liquid on her chest and navel, and a wave of nausea washed over her. “Can I have some tissues?”

Zhan Zijie, however, haphazardly smeared his hands on her body. “This is even better for your body than seaweed mud.”

“You pervert!” Jian Ya couldn’t take it anymore and shoved him away, rushing towards the bathroom.

Zhan Zijie watched her retreating figure, shaking his head and chuckling. She would never know how much fun it was to tease her, because he had been alone for so long…

Author’s Note:

I wrote something funny.

Zhan Zijie is a very two-faced person, or rather, very multifaceted. He lacks a sense of security, so he is very domineering and likes to control people. He also has very low trust; he either follows his own beliefs or keeps pursuing things until he can trust them. He's aloof and somewhat misanthropic, often acting and speaking in ways that annoy people. He doesn't need or care to be liked, and might even actively attack or provoke others. He's mostly withdrawn, though he seems to be trying to fit in now. But even if he plays with you and calls you "brother," it doesn't mean he respects you.

His childhood trauma is too heavy, though he won't admit it. So his relationship with Jian Ya has gone from constant fighting to... well, only the person

experiencing it truly knows. Therefore, his appearance (pretty and cute) doesn't match his inner self at all.

Actually, writing the last chapter made me a little heavy-hearted. Perhaps he really doesn't like studying, but he probably never had parents to encourage him to study hard growing up. Even if he got perfect scores, he wouldn't receive praise or anyone would care... I said this story is somewhat realistic, about kids who don't go to university... Hehe, do you guys like this kind of male lead?

☆, 14 I like your chubby

"Zhan Zijie..." Jian Ya hesitated, poking at the blueberry cheesecake with a fork.

"Hmm?" Zhan Zijie inserted a straw into the mango milkshake and handed it to her, leaning back in his sofa chair and responding.

"Could we..." Jian Ya didn't know how to begin. Yesterday afternoon, after Zhan Zijie took her home from school, Jian Luo cornered her and gave her a lecture, saying she was too casual, that this was how she was after only a week since they met again

, and that Zhan Zijie was even more casual, completely disregarding the opinions of her family before hanging up the phone after a few words, and that she wouldn't be a shield anymore. This made it seem very difficult for her to stay overnight at his place, and she couldn't even come home late after school every day. Actually, she was already quite content with their short get-togethers during lunch break, but she didn't know what Zhan Zijie thought...

"Could we what?" Zhan Zijie raised an eyebrow at her hesitant expression.

Jian Ya glanced at him and stammered, "Could we... perhaps... be together during school hours, and after school I... need to go home..."

"Okay," Zhan Zijie pursed his lips and agreed without a second's hesitation.

Jian Ya blinked, slightly taken aback. "Oh," she thought. She really hadn't realized he was so easy to talk to...

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" Jian Ya noticed he was just sitting and looking out the window at the street scene.

"I'm not hungry."

"Even if you're not hungry, you should eat something."

"I don't like these kinds of things."

Jian Ya frowned slightly. It seemed she had chosen the lunch spot according to her own preferences. Boys probably don't like sweets... "Then what do you like to eat? Let's go eat."

"I really don't want to eat anything, don't worry about me." Zhan Zijie smiled, coaxing her to continue eating the cake.

Jian Ya felt uncomfortable eating alone, so she cut off a small piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. "Try it, the cakes here aren't too sweet, they're delicious."

Zhan Zijie leaned back. "No, I don't want any more."

"Try it, please." Jian Ya insisted on feeding him.

Zhan Zijie sighed softly and swallowed the piece of cake in one gulp.

"How is it?"

Zhan Zijie didn't answer, but stood up, walked around to her side, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her passionately as she looked up at him.

"Ugh..." Jian Ya was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and struggled. This was a public place!

Zhan Zijie released her and patted her head. "It really doesn't taste sweet, not even as sweet as the taste in your mouth."

This...this man can sweet talk now?! Jian Ya stared wide-eyed in shock.

Zhan Zijie took in her expression and laughed exaggeratedly, "Haha, because your mouth tastes like mango milkshake." ...

Jian Ya was speechless.

"Can we go out this Sunday night?" Zhan Zijie suddenly remembered something and

asked, "It's Keith's girlfriend's birthday, she invited us to come." To be honest, Jian Ya didn't like his group of friends very much, but now that she was his girlfriend, it wasn't appropriate for him to attend alone. "Okay, should I prepare a gift?"

"No need, I'll prepare one."

For a week, Zhan Zijie only spent time with her at noon every day. He seemed to be very picky about food, disliking this and that, but always stuffing her until she was full.

"You're so mean!" After only a few days, she noticed that her face had become wider.

"What happened?"

"You don't eat anything yourself but force me to eat, I've gained weight!" This man was unreasonably handsome, and it was easy to feel inferior standing next to him. Looking at his well-defined chin and then touching her own, which felt almost boneless, Jian Ya puffed out her cheeks in anger.

"I like you when you're chubby. It feels so good to kiss and touch." Zhan Zijie leaned closer and patted her bottom.

"Hey!"

"The chubbier the better," he continued to tease her.

"...I'm ignoring you."

"Oh," Zhan Zijie responded nonchalantly, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

"Mmm..." Jian Ya pushed him away and tried to dodge, but Zhan Zijie held her even tighter, his hands roaming restlessly from her back to her buttocks... until Jian Ya was breathless from the kiss before he let go. "Zhan Zijie!"

"Aya, you're talking to me again?" Zhan Zijie's smile was utterly wicked.

"You!"

"Don't wear pants anymore, I like you in skirts." Zhan Zijie began to lick and kiss her neck, his lower body rubbing against her.

Jian Ya noticed his masculine aura was very active and said somewhat flusteredly, "What are you going to do..."

"What do you think?" His words were full of teasing.

"This is a school! And...and lunch break is about to end..." Jian Ya immediately pushed him away.

"Let's go to the changing room, it's empty."

If he could, he really wanted to have her without restraint every day.

Author's Note:

Switching to the Sky of Dawn [Restricted]

☆, 15 The changing room is empty? (Caution)

Why did she obediently follow him to the changing room? Jian Ya was pressed against the wall by him, her mind a complete mess. Perhaps she wasn't satisfied with just kissing and touching.

Zhan Zijie usually didn't have many classes with her, they would just go out for lunch, and after school they would go home separately. Sometimes she would call him if she saw something funny on TV, and he would always listen quickly without saying anything and hang up, and then call her again just before she was about to get into bed.

For a budding romance, this really would be unsatisfying.

Although she was the one who suggested this way of being together, his methodical approach only fueled her greed.

His bra was quickly unhooked, but taking off his pants proved much more difficult. Jian Ya finally realized the meaning behind his comment about liking her in skirts; she preferred the convenience of a skirt to this somewhat urgent and desperate act of removing her pants. As

soon as all her clothing was removed, Zhan Zijie spread her legs and began to caress her private parts with his fingers. After a few strokes, Jian Ya arched her back and trembled.

She was wet so quickly. Zhan Zijie smiled smugly, pulled a condom from his pocket, and quickly unbuckled his belt and put it on.

Jian Ya stared in disbelief. He carried condoms with him?!

Zhan Zijie gave her a wicked, unexplainable smile, spread her legs even wider, and guided his erect penis into her vagina!

"Ah..." The feeling of being filled made Jian Ya let out a soft cry.

He thrust into her little hole, which hadn't been touched for days, causing Zhan Zijie to shudder. He gripped Jian Ya's buttocks tighter, turned his head, and whispered in her earlobe, "Aya, hook your arms around me."

Jian Ya obediently clung to him like a koala. He thrust into her again and again, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. The speed was so fast that it gave her a headache. She wanted to ask him to slow down, but her lower body was tingling with pleasure. A huge wave of pleasure surged from her lower abdomen to every corner of her body, making Jian Ya want to endure it all.

"You're so wet and tight down there..." Zhan Zijie panted, staring at her flushed face, his magnificent member pounding fiercely into her tender hole.

Jian Ya looked at him in a daze, and their bodies trembled for a moment when their eyes met. "Kiss me, Aya, kiss me..."

She was no longer unfamiliar with kissing or making love. Although she still felt a little shy, she couldn't help but bring her lips to his. The moment her lips touched his, Zhan Zijie returned the kiss fiercely.

He truly loved her submissiveness, her passionate initiative. He wanted her, and he wanted her to want him too.

They forgot the time, the place, everything, only frantically demanding each other's bodies, until a rapid click of a lock turning.

"Anybody there?" Another knock.

Jian Ya was startled, her breath caught in her throat, and she stared at Zhan Zijie, her body stiff.

Zhan Zijie smiled indifferently, not stopping.

"Hey, someone's here!" Jian Ya whispered, anxiously pushing him away.

"It's okay, there's more than one changing room here, she'll leave." "What if she

needs it urgently..." Jian Ya struggled to climb off him.

Zhan Zijie, however, pinned her between the wall and his chest, his lower body moving even more violently. "Why don't you yell a few times, let her know this place is not available?"

Jian Ya glared angrily; this man was utterly shameless!

"Aya, are you staring at me like that to show you agree?" Zhan Zijie chuckled and pecked her cheek. "Since you agree, let's continue."

Jian Ya wanted to curse, but found she had very few targeted words, while Zhan Zijie's relentless thrusting forced her to bite her lip and remain silent.

The girl who had knocked left. Not long after, there was another sound of a lock turning, this time a male voice, "Hello? Excuse me?"

Jian Ya couldn't take it anymore! Struggling to control her voice, she shouted, "Zhan Zijie, stop! A lot of people need to use the changing room!" "

Aya, if we open the door now, the whole world will know what we're doing in there. If you don't mind, I'll stop," Zhan Zijie said, giving her a "I'll do whatever you say" look.

Jian Ya fell silent, as if her soft spot had been grabbed.

"Reply received," Zhan Zijie smiled and continued his actions without hesitation. Although he was interrupted repeatedly, making love in this environment was surprisingly arousing.

"I'll never do it with you at school again!" Jian Ya felt a tightness in her chest, on the verge of tears.

"Don't say that, babe," Zhan Zijie laughed unrestrainedly.

"Keep your laughter down!" Jian Ya angrily punched him.

"Oh...you're so tight..." Jian Ya got excited, and her vagina contracted and convulsed violently, firmly gripping his penis, making him feel extremely good with each thrust.

Jian Ya completely surrendered after hearing this—it was like talking to a brick wall!

Author's note:

Haha, I mentioned this scene to a certain girl, and she shouted, "Yeah, that's so inconsiderate!"

It turns out that the girl had knocked on the door before~ (bursts into laughter)

At school, especially during lunch break, the changing room is still very inconvenient! Haha~ (It's easy to laugh it off...)

☆, 16 He doesn't have time to spend with you,

right? "Are you asleep?"

Jian Ya turned over in bed and rubbed her sleepy eyes. "No."

"Still not asleep so late? What are you doing?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little low.

Jian Ya gasped. She was already asleep, but she lied to avoid making him feel guilty about waking her. "I was counting sheep."

"Hehe, I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow night."

"Okay."

"Go to sleep early, I'm hanging up."

"Hello—" Jian Ya quickly spoke, "Are you outside?" She heard a car whizzing by.

"Yeah."

She really wanted to ask him what he was doing… He called her this late every day, but only to inquire about her daily life, never mentioning anything about himself. Jian Ya pursed her lips, just about to impulsively ask, "Are you—"

"Aya, go to sleep, I'm hanging up."

The phone showed the call ended. Jian Ya pouted, feeling a sudden sense of annoyance, but she didn't want to be a girlfriend who suffocated her boyfriend, so she turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

His tall figure disappeared into the night, his dark eyes gazing at the early summer sky. The moon was thin and clear tonight. The next second, he got into the car and drove towards the deserted house.

Perhaps that house was warm in winter and cool in summer, so now he always felt the temperature inside was unbearably cold.

Was one phone call every night enough?

At least after calling her, he would always remember to come home… “Aya…” he murmured inexplicably, a smile curving his lips as he stepped on the gas.

Jian Ya wore a pearl-white low-back V-neck top, a shiny black skirt, a black Chanel bag, and the latest light gold wedge heels as she walked towards Zhan Zijie’s car parked in front of the house.

He pursed his lips, watching her, and silently opened the car door. When he saw Jian Ya turn her back to him and close the door, his lips tightened even more.

Jian Ya smiled and said hi to him, but he had a sullen face, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Zhan Zijie started the car. His woman was dressed to his liking, but he couldn’t feel happy?

When they arrived at the bar, Jian Ya was stunned, “I can’t go in.” She wasn’t old enough to go to a bar to drink!

“Don’t worry, Keith has taken care of everything today,” Zhan Zijie took her hand and led her inside.

Upon entering, Jian Ya saw Guan Qijun wearing sunglasses. Although it was nearly eight o'clock and still a bit late, wearing sunglasses indoors at this time made her stare speechlessly at the ceiling.

Guan Qijun walked over, put his arm around Zhan Zijie's shoulder, and smiled at Jian Ya, "You're here! Long time no see, Jian Ya."

Jian Ya nodded with a faint smile. Who's his classmate?

Sissi also came over, wearing a rose-colored dress and matching lipstick. Compared to her previous cute and charming appearance, she looked more alluring today. "Thank you for coming!"

"Happy birthday," Zhan Zijie and Jian Ya both wished her well. Zhan Zijie took out a gift box, "This is a gift from Jian Ya and me."

Upon hearing this, Jian Ya immediately stared at the gift box, eagerly waiting for Sissi to open it. Upon seeing the Gucci plush dog keychain, Sissi immediately beamed and said, "Thank you, I love it!"

Jian Ya felt slightly annoyed. She had only ever received a crystal bracelet from Zhan Zijie, and the worst part was that he wasn't a designer brand enthusiast, yet he bought designer items for someone else's girlfriend? This kind of pandering was really damaging his arrogant image in her eyes.

Jian Ya sat down on the sofa somewhat sullenly, while Zhan Zijie was pulled away by Guan Qijun. The bar was mostly filled with Sissi's friends. After greeting them, Jian Ya quietly listened to their conversation.

A little while later, Guan Qijun came over and patted Jian Ya's shoulder. "Jian Ya, do you have a phone?"

Jian Ya nodded, puzzled.

"Can I borrow it? My phone's dead,"

Jian Ya said without thinking, handing him her phone.

"Thank you," Guan Qijun smiled and walked away with her phone. After a while, Guan Qijun returned and patted her again. "You have a phone?"

The bar was noisy, and Jian Ya didn't hear him clearly, responding with a "Huh?"

"You have a phone call, go outside to answer it," Guan Qijun whispered in her ear.

Jian Ya glanced at the screen—Jian Luo—and immediately nodded and ran out. Jian Luo had only reminded her that tomorrow was Monday and asked if she was going home tonight. Jian Ya quickly promised she would. Just as she hung up, she noticed Guan Qijun smiling and shaking his head beside her.

"Your brother?"

"Yeah," Jian Ya looked at him. Without his sunglasses, he looked more normal. Actually, Guan Qijun was quite handsome, definitely deserving of the title "handsome guy," but he was definitely not her type.

"Your brother keeps such a close eye on you, how do you usually hang out with Jake?" Guan Qijun chuckled.

"We don't hang out, we see each other at school every day," Jian Ya retorted, her words carrying a hidden meaning.

"Oh, right, Jake is always busy at night, he probably doesn't have time to spend with you," Guan Qijun replied nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow.

Hearing this, Jian Ya lost her momentum, her mind filled with questions. What was he busy with at night?

Author's Note:

Darlings, here's a brief introduction to Guan Qijun:

In reality, many wealthy boys aren't exactly good-looking, so those who are handsome generally have an inflated sense of self-importance. And most of them aren't stupid. They know how to dress (this varies depending on their social circle), they're sociable, and they like to be in the spotlight (shy and low-key ones are truly rare; Li Ruo would consider them a treasure trove _tsk_).

Playing hard to get might work, but they have a preconceived notion—if a woman doesn't treat them well, it's playing hard to get (bullshit logic, again, they have too much of an inflated sense of self-importance).

They don't take girls seriously. They might not have many suitors, but it's too easy for them to pursue anyone, making them even less attentive to girls. Of course, they also have a desire to change their ways, but they won't say it outright. They might be the kind of people who need a reason to fall in love, yet also need no reason at all.

(Purely personal opinion xd)

☆, 17 Others knew, but Guan

Qijun saw it all. He shrugged and sighed, "Jake has it tough too. He works after school every day until late at night. To be honest, I admire him. He's a year younger than me, and he earns all his rent and other expenses himself. I heard his uncle is quite rich? He refuses money from me, haha, that kid..."

Jian Ya froze. He was working?! No wonder he didn't have time to chat on the phone with her, no wonder he called when she was half asleep...

At this moment, a soft, sweet voice rang out, "Keith, so you're here. Jian Ya is here too? What are you talking about!" Jian Ya came to her senses. It was Sissi.

“We were talking about Jake,” Guan Qijun’s gaze lingered between Jian Ya and Sissi before finally settling on Jian Ya.

“Talking about Jake?” Sissi smiled and looked at Jian Ya. “If you want to know about Jake, just ask Keith. Keith treats him like a brother!”

“No way,” Guan Qijun immediately feigned modesty.

“Yes, Jian Ya, you don’t know, Keith made Jake treat him to a meal, and he gave Jake that TT car!” Sissi snuggled into Guan Qijun’s arms, her tone full of girlish pride.

“You woman…” Guan Qijun smirked, glancing at Sissi.

So the TT he was driving belonged to Guan Qijun? He only paid for a meal? That was practically a gift! Jian Ya looked at Guan Qijun, finding his generosity somewhat frightening.

Guan Qijun continued to smile at Jian Ya, “Now I regret selling him that car.”

“This counts as selling?! Then I want to buy one too, Keith!” Sissi immediately retorted coquettishly.

"Your Z4 is still drivable, isn't it?" Guan Qijun tapped Sissi's forehead.

Jian Ya looked at them helplessly, her mind reeling from receiving so much information about Zhan Zijie that she didn't know.

"By the way, why did you regret giving him the car?" Sissi looked up and asked.

"I originally wanted to lend him my car because I saw he was working and didn't have one, but he refused. So I made a bet with him about a dinner party, and he willingly accepted the car. But with gas prices so high now, wouldn't maintaining the car be even more exhausting for him?"

"I see," Sissi chuckled.

Jian Ya began to feel a tightness in her chest. Were they showing off that she didn't care, while Zhan Zijie was struggling to make ends meet without her knowing?

"Keith, come in quickly, I'm going to visit a friend," Sissi kissed Guan Qijun's cheek and went inside.

Guan Qijun silently watched Jian Ya, who stood there looking somewhat pale, for a moment, then stepped forward and smiled, "I saved my number in your phone. If you can't find Jake or need any help, you can call me." He then followed her inside.

Jian Ya remained standing there like a statue.

She had heard about his childhood, his family, his life, and it had pained her. Perhaps that was a major reason why she was so infatuated with him, unable to forget him.

He still protected himself so well, so nonchalantly that she had to hear about him from others.

At this age, she was still living carefree, Guan Qijun was still recklessly squandering his time, and he… Her heart ached, more painful than before, far more painful.

She tasted a warm, salty bitterness on her lips.

Zhan Zijie… she liked him so superficially, so weakly, so foolishly…

"What are you doing outside alone?" His voice came from behind.

Jian Ya immediately wiped her face.

Seeing her movements, Zhan Zijie frowned and walked up to her, his unfathomable eyes fixed on her face, still bearing the marks of her tears. He asked with certainty, "You cried?"

Jian Ya sniffed, pretended to rub her eyes, shook her head, and forced a smile. "No, I just got sand in my eyes."

(Author's note:

Guan Gongzi changes cars and women as frequently as he changes clothes. If I didn't intend to write a complicated male supporting character…

maybe he'll change in the future, we'll see.) He didn't believe such a lame excuse as "

I'm not hungry

," but if she really cried, he was even more confused. "Have you been outside all this time?"

"Yeah… it's too noisy inside," Jian Ya maintained her smile.

"If you don't like staying here, let's go," Zhan Zijie pulled her into his arms; her smile was so bleak he couldn't bear to look at her.

Jian Ya obediently hummed in agreement.

"I'll go say hello to them, you get in the car and wait for me," Zhan Zijie handed her the car keys.

Jian Ya sat alone in the car, looking at the TT, a wave of sadness washing over her. She had assumed that even though Zhan Zijie's parents hadn't accepted him into their new families, they would still provide for him financially. But leaving him here alone to fend for himself… Jian Ya couldn't help but feel resentment towards his parents.

Just then, Zhan Zijie got into the car, staring at her and asking, "Keith said your brother called and asked you to come home today?"

"Yeah…" She suddenly didn't want to go home; she just wanted to stay with him.

"Then I'll take you home." Had she and her brother argued because of him? Surely it wasn't enough to make her cry…

"Yeah…" She really didn't want to go home; she really just wanted to stay with him.

The two listened to music quietly. Jian Ya secretly watched him, her mind filled with many questions, but she didn't know how to ask. He had never talked to her about himself before or since; everything about him came from others. Even though they were already so close.

She didn't understand, yet she tried hard to comprehend. Was it because he didn't want her to see his vulnerable side? Actually, she knew everything... but if that were the case, she wouldn't know how to ask...

Zhan Zijie glanced at her, "Something to say?"

Hmm... a lot to say. However, she shook her head.

He really did take her home, kissed her forehead, told her to go to sleep, and left in a hurry. It's already past nine o'clock, I shouldn't go to work tonight, right? Jian Ya asked herself, watching the departing car. Going upstairs, she saw Jian Luo looking surprised, but she wasn't in the mood to talk to him.

"You're back so early today," Jian Luo smiled.

"Brother... do you know how much the rent is for apartments near our school?"

Jian Luo glared at her, "What, are you moving out?"

"No, I was just asking."

"A smaller one, I guess."

Jian Ya asked about a month's gas bill and all the other expenses she could think of, adding up to 1000 to 1500. That means at least 2200 a month, and more than 3000. "How much can you earn a month if you work?"

"That depends on what kind of work you do," Jian Luo looked at Jian Ya with a puzzled expression.

“I work at night, about seven or eight hours a day.” She didn’t know what kind of work Zhan Zijie was doing.

“The hourly wage is higher at night and on weekends, ranging from a little over 1,000 to 3,000 a month.” Jian Luo stroked her chin. “Why are you going to work?”

“I’m thinking about it,” Jian Ya replied vaguely.

"Aya, don't you have enough money? Dad gave you two cards with a 100,000 limit!" Jian Luo looked at Jian Ya in surprise.

It wasn't her who didn't have enough money… "I said I was just asking," Jian Ya said nothing more and went back to her room.

Every day at noon he bought her a bunch of food, but he didn't eat any himself or ate very simply… So it wasn't that he was picky… So it wasn't that he wasn't hungry… Jian Ya's heart ached whenever she thought about it.

But that guy was so stubborn, refusing to let her treat him or agree to split the bill… The sweet, happy moments she thought they would share were gone forever…

The next day at school, at noon she avoided his gaze and said she was having lunch with a female classmate, and the third day was the same… On the fourth day, Zhan Zijie blocked her at the classroom door.

"Come eat with me."

"I made plans to eat with Cathy…"

"Have you forgotten you promised to eat with me first?" His tone was cold.

"Then I'll treat you today," Jian Ya mustered her courage and looked up at him.

"No need," he refused decisively.

“Then I won’t eat with you,” Jian Ya replied defiantly. Three years ago, the two had argued endlessly over trivial matters. But now, even if they couldn’t confront each other, it was something she truly cared about and considered very important!

“You like treating so much?” Zhan Zijie raised an eyebrow. “Then let’s do it today.” In short, it was fine as long as this woman ate with him.

Jian Ya immediately nodded with a big smile.

The two went to an Italian restaurant, and Jian Ya ordered a lot

in one go. “Can you really eat this much?” Zhan Zijie frowned, looking at the menu with his chin in his hand.

“With you here, I can handle it,” Jian Ya wanted to order every single dish.

“I’m not hungry,”

those three words were like a knife to her heart.

“Then you’ll eat until you’re stuffed,” Jian Ya replied stubbornly.

Zhan Zijie looked up at her silently. The woman in front of him was so much like she was three years ago. If he continued to tease or provoke her, she really would start a fight with him. He didn't say anything until the drinks arrived, then he spoke, "Why haven't you eaten with me these past few days?" Did she know that these short meetings each day weren't enough for him? Even he, oblivious as he was, could tell she was deliberately avoiding him. Why?

"Because girls like similar foods," she had prepared this unassailable line.

"I just haven't had much of an appetite at lunchtime every day," he softened his tone to coax her.

Jian Ya wanted to smash the bowl and call him a liar, but she held back. "I know, that's why I ate with other classmates."

"Aya," Zhan Zijie's tone was a little harsh.

"Okay, let's eat," Jian Ya forced a smile at him.

"Starting tomorrow, we'll eat together. You can eat whatever you want," he commanded, staring at her.

"Eat quickly, I'm so hungry," Jian Ya avoided answering and ate silently.

The atmosphere at the beginning of the meal was terrible. Jian Ya proactively cut a lot of food and stuffed it into Zhan Zijie's plate, smiling and urging him to eat, which made things a little better.

After dinner, the two strolled back to school. Zhan Zijie suddenly put his arm around her. "The weather's nice today, let's go to the rooftop for some fresh air."

Author's Note:

I wonder if any of you have ever worried about who should pay for a date...

Girls want to be considerate, guys want to save face, or the relationship isn't stable or close enough, and there are many other specific situations and factors, making money a sensitive topic. /Is this too realistic? (Mo Ru scratches her head)

I've never actually written about a poor male lead before (sweat). Would it be a bit cheeky to say I enjoy it? (laughs) Actually, Jake is very rich, as long as he's willing to humble himself.

Will he bow to reality? Mo Ru tilts her head, thinking (writing and uploading as needed - -)

☆, 19 Rooftop of the Teaching Building (Caution)

He took her to the less crowded annex of the teaching building. Just as they reached the rooftop, Jian Ya wanted to find a place to sit down, but Zhan Zijie hugged her from behind. The wind blew her hair, strands of which drifted onto his face, carrying an alluring fragrance. He buried his face in her neck, greedily inhaling the scent. Although Jian Ya hadn't eaten with him these past few days, he'd noticed she wore skirts every day. A slight

smile played on his lips as he slipped a hand under her skirt, caressing her private parts through her panties. "Ah—" Jian Ya gasped, "Don't do this!"

"Let's do it once," he said, his breath hot against her ear.

Jian Ya didn't react immediately, but the fingers sliding between her labia made her realize what was happening. She immediately twisted her body, trying to break free from his embrace. "No!"

The trauma of having sex in the locker room was still fresh; she really didn't want to do it at school, especially here, which was even more outrageous than the locker room!

"Let's do it once," Zhan Zijie said, tightening his grip and dragging her against the wall.

"Not here! Someone will see!" Jian Ya cried out, her back against the wall, looking at him in panic.

"No one will come. It's definitely quieter than the locker room." He used to come here often at noon because it was deserted. Zhan Zijie pressed his upper body against hers, casually pulling out a condom and unbuckling his belt.

"Zhan Zijie..." Jian Ya called out hesitantly, looking down to see him putting a condom on his already erect penis. Her face flushed, and she unconsciously shielded her eyes, glancing away.

He was wearing a condom; she couldn't refuse him... But having sex on the school rooftop in broad daylight... Jian Ya's heart pounded. How could she have such an audacious boyfriend?!

While she was still flustered, Zhan Zijie's lower body plunged between her legs, lifting her skirt, pulling her panties aside, raising her left leg, and his penis accurately finding her vaginal opening before thrusting in deeply!

The whole movement was fluid and fast, making Jian Ya gasp and wince as she endured his large size.

Each thrust into her was incredibly stimulating. Zhan Zijie groaned, pressing his body even closer to hers, raising her left leg high. The thick member withdrew slightly from her vagina before slamming back in!

"Ah..." Jian Ya groaned uncontrollably, her brows furrowing even more as she bit her lower lip.

Unlike their previous lovemaking, he didn't move quickly; each thrust was slow and heavy, as if gliding through the delicate folds of her vaginal walls. Only when he reached her deepest point would he growl and pant, the sounds of his breath stimulating every nerve in Jian Ya's body with the rhythm of his movements, quickly arousing her.

Lovemaking truly is a process of gradual improvement. The first time with Zhan Zijie, she hadn't enjoyed it at all, but now, she truly felt comfortable, and it was getting more and more pleasurable. Jian Ya involuntarily arched her back to meet him, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. Her lower body contracted with each thrust, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her.

Zhan Zijie sensed her enthusiasm and initiative, slightly pulling away and smiling at her. Jian Ya looked up at him. Sunlight streamed down his body, his handsome face contorted with desire, his sensual lips slightly parted, and his captivating eyes were locked on her…

He… he was backlit, so wasn't she completely exposed to the sunlight?! Jian Ya quickly turned her head away and whispered, “Don’t look at me…”

Her shy appearance stirred Zhan Zijie’s heart. He turned her face back and kissed her, his thick member beginning to thrust violently, relentlessly pounding against her clitoris.

“Ugh… ugh…” Jian Ya screamed from his sudden onslaught, but her voice was swallowed by his burning lips and tongue. Her body swayed rapidly up and down, brushing against the wall intermittently.

She was almost suffocating from his kisses, and nearly fainting from his thrusts! Jian Ya couldn't help but push him away, but Zhan Zijie wickedly enjoyed her struggles for a while before releasing her lips and whispering heavily, "You're all wet down there, the water's even dripped onto my legs..."

Jian Ya desperately gasped for fresh air, feeling extremely ashamed upon hearing his words, and pushed him away again.

"Is it very comfortable? Hmm?" Zhan Zijie simply tied her flailing hands, thrusting even more wildly.

Do men like to hear women moan and say lewd things during sex? It's best to just know the answer in your heart! Jian Ya didn't answer him, but he persisted, asking a question after every few thrusts, so she had no choice but to honestly answer, "Comfortable..."

"Then you'll have lunch with me every day from now on, okay?"

"Hmm..." Jian Ya blurted out, then felt bewildered after he kissed her cheek and praised her as "good girl." What had she just promised him?

"Holy shi—" Suddenly, a shout interrupted them. Zhan Zijie and Jian Ya both froze and looked towards the source of the sound, only to find that the boy had already turned around and rushed downstairs.

This time, they had really been caught having sex!

A few seconds of silence fell on the rooftop. Jian Ya pushed Zhan Zijie away forcefully, "It's all your fault!"

Zhan Zijie immediately pulled her back into his arms and coaxed her, "Aya, he can't see." He was also startled, but their joined bodies were well covered by Jian Ya's skirt; the rest of their clothes were neatly arranged, only revealing his movements on her body.

"It's so embarrassing!" Jian Ya was both ashamed and angry, her face turning a deep purplish-red, wishing she could turn around and bang her head against the wall and die.

"Okay, that's enough, don't do this." Zhan Zijie pulled out of her and pressed her down to quickly put on her pants.

"Why do you have to do it at school!" Jian Ya was still angry, punching his shoulder hard and shouting, "I really hate this!"

Zhan Zijie held her hand, silently staring at her.

"Why can't you—" Jian Ya, embarrassed and annoyed, pulled her hand back and punched him a few more times. She looked up at Zhan Zijie, who remained silent despite her punches. His expression was strange, and the next second, she swallowed back the "do it at home" that was about to come out.

"Aya, I won't do it at school anymore. I promise." He said in a tone that was hard to understand.

Author's note:

It's hard for the two of them to match their schedules, and Jake wants it so much...tt But I want to say, there are really a lot of people at school, don't take such risks. Girls don't care about this, it's impossible~

☆, 20 Keith, who was acting crazy while drunk

, made Jian Ya feel a little regretful after hearing Zhan Zijie's promise. She was about to say something when Zhan Zijie straightened her skirt for her. "Go to class."

She was very distracted in the afternoon class, and the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She interrupted the lovemaking halfway through, and the man was stopped by punches and kicks. Moreover, she had encountered many problems during the previous times she made love. Would this make the man lose interest? After Zhan Zijie called that evening and hung up after only a few words, Jian Ya became completely uneasy. Her mind was filled with thoughts of how to make amends during lunch with him the next day, but she was also worried about lunch.

She didn't want him to spend money, and he wouldn't let her treat. What to do? Make a bento! Jian Ya's eyes lit up, and she jumped out of bed. Her classmates had stopped bringing food to school since Grade 9, and Jian Ya, used to eating out, couldn't make one herself. She opened the refrigerator and found bread for sandwiches, but nothing else. She glanced at the clock—it was past midnight. She quickly changed her clothes and quietly left.

She called a taxi, went to the supermarket, bought a bunch of groceries, and while waiting for the car, she heard a deafening engine roar and a sharp screech of brakes. Jian Ya jumped in fright, clutching her chest as she looked closer—a red Ferrari had stopped in front of her. The door opened, and a person wobbled out.

"I thought I was seeing things, it really is you, Jian Ya!"

Jian Ya shielded her eyes from the glaring headlights to see the driver—Guan Qijun.

Guan Qijun staggered towards her, and a strong smell of alcohol immediately filled the air. Jian Ya took a step back, but Guan Qijun boldly put his arm around her shoulder.

"Out shopping so late?" He really smelled strongly of alcohol.

Jian Ya was taken aback by his sudden intimate action, slightly turning away and forcing a stiff smile before nodding.

Guan Qijun was still grinning, snatching her shopping bag from her hand. "Where are you going? Home? I'll take you."

Jian Ya hurriedly tried to grab the shopping bag back. "No need! I can go home by myself."

Whether Guan Qijun was acting drunk or not, he waved the shopping bag around as if it were his, refusing to give it to Jian Ya. He turned to her with a somewhat silly smile and waved his index finger. "No! I can't let you go home alone so late. Come on! I'll take you home!" With that, he pulled Jian Ya's hand and walked towards the car.

She didn't want to hitch a ride with him, especially since he was so drunk driving her was more dangerous than her taking a taxi home alone. She quickly grabbed Guan Qijun and kindly called out, "You're so drunk, don't drive!"

"It's okay, I can see the road," Guan Qijun said, tossing the shopping bags into the car.

Jian Ya felt a chill run down her spine. If he couldn't even see the road… She pulled Guan Qijun back again, "Driving like this is really dangerous, and if the police catch you, you're finished."

Guan Qijun was pulled down onto the car door, he sighed, and rubbed his chest, turning around. Seeing him standing there obediently, Jian Ya quickly climbed into the car to get the shopping bags, but when she climbed out, she saw him bend over and vomit.

Jian Ya sighed in frustration, climbed back into the car to find tissues, and walked to his side, patting his back before shoving the tissues into his hand. "Here, wipe yourself off."

Guan Qijun glanced at her, wiped his mouth haphazardly with his hand, then used the tissues to wipe his filthy hands, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them away.

Drunk driving, vomiting in public, littering… this man truly had no sense of social responsibility. Jian Ya looked at him speechlessly. Could she leave now? But leaving him like this? What if she left and he hit someone or got himself killed in a car accident…? She didn't want to think about such a terrible thing, but if it really happened, she wouldn't feel any better herself.

Jian Ya hesitated for a moment, then resigned herself to her bad luck. She ran to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and pushed him into the car. Guan Qijun, still laughing and joking, let her push him. Before closing the door, Jian Ya looked at him. "Lock the car."

Guan Qijun lay comfortably, shaking his head indifferently. "I won't lock it."

Jian Ya felt disgusted and angry at his attitude, but she restrained herself and searched his pockets. There were no car keys. Were the keys still in the car?! Wasn't that blatantly inviting theft? Jian Ya had no choice but to tell the driver and run back to the flashy Ferrari.

The keys were indeed still hanging in the car. Jian Ya locked the car, got into the taxi, gave her home address, and then asked Guan Qijun, "Where do you live?"

Guan Qijun frowned, glanced at her lazily, and said in a disdainful tone, "Women, I don't bring them home for sex!"

At that moment, Jian Ya really wanted to kick him out of the car. How could this guy sound so sober one minute and completely out of it the next? She couldn't possibly take him home, so she pushed him hard. "Guan Qijun, your address!"

Guan Qijun narrowed his eyes and looked at her again, then after a few seconds, he inexplicably said "Oh."

Jian Ya pursed her lips in annoyance, trying her best to remain patient as she asked again, "Where do you live?"

This time, Guan Qijun obediently gave her the address. Jian Ya had originally planned to go home first and then have the driver take him home, but now he was more of a concern than she was, so she had the driver take him to his house first.

Jian Ya, who was in a bad mood the whole way, didn't look at him anymore and turned her head to look out the window, wondering how late she would be able to sleep tonight. Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound. She turned around and saw that the shopping bag between them had been swept to the ground by Guan Qijun's big hand, and he pounced on her.

Author's note:

I didn't expect that the shameless young master Guan would not bring women home to have sex (sweat).

Jian Ya should probably not go out at night in the future. /

ps. Second update at 4 pm~ xd

☆, 21 Keith's trouble again.

He startled Jian Ya so much that she reached out to push him away, but he put his head on her lap and pressed it against her stomach like a rogue. Jian Ya saw that he didn't want to do anything to her, but was just lying comfortably on his side. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. What a prince!

The hot breath from his nose traveled through the thin fabric to her lower abdomen, making Jian Ya very uncomfortable. Jian Ya picked up his head but found it was unbelievably heavy, so she had to give up. He leaned back onto her lap, hummed, and sighed softly, "Sweet."

Jian Ya was utterly speechless. She patted him, "Hey! Get up!" But he didn't respond.

His home was in a huge, upscale community. The driver drove around for ages before finally finding it. Jian Ya saw the extravagant iron gate, pushed it open, and got out of the car first. She rang the doorbell, and a woman rushed out. The woman couldn't speak a word of Chinese, and upon closer inspection, it was clear she was a maid. Jian Ya quickly had her help Guan Qijun inside, told her where Guan Qijun's car was parked, and then hurriedly left.

Back home, Jian Ya frantically made two sandwiches and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. She looked at the alarm clock; it was already 3:30… She hadn't slept for more than a few hours before going to school with panda eyes. At noon, she went to find Zhan Zijie. Zhan Zijie was somewhat surprised, revealing an excessively beautiful smile, "What do you want to eat today?"

"I made sandwiches last night, let's eat together," Jian Ya said, shaking her lunchbox.

Zhan Zijie was slightly taken aback. "Why did you make it yourself?"

"Because I wanted you to try my cooking," Jian Ya said with a bright smile, half-coquettishly.

Zhan Zijie gave her a deep look, then pulled her into his arms and led her to the small woods on campus.

"Is it good?" Jian Ya asked while munching on her sandwich.

Zhan Zijie nodded without hesitation.

Jian Ya beamed, took out two more drinks, gave one to him, and sighed as she looked around at the lush trees. "It feels like camping,"

Zhan Zijie gazed at her beautiful profile, remembering the night they actually camped together, looking at her profile in the same way... He reached out and cupped the back of her head, planting a kiss.

"Mmm..." Jian Ya immediately pushed him away, blushing and coquettishly complaining, "I still have food in my mouth!"

Zhan Zijie shook his head with a smile. This woman was really... there was always something going on when they were intimate. "I'll accompany you to practice driving after school today."

Didn't he have to work? Jian Ya almost blurted out, but of course, she was more than happy to have him accompany her, so she quickly nodded in agreement.

After school, Zhan Zijie gave her a ride for a while, then she took over driving when they reached a less crowded area. Jian Ya was a little nervous at first, but relaxed after driving a few blocks. Just then, her phone rang in her bag in the back. She couldn't answer; it was either her parents or her brother anyway, and since she was with Zhan Zijie, it didn't matter.

The ringing stopped briefly, then started again. Zhan Zijie looked at her. "Do you want to stop and answer the phone?"

Jian Ya immediately shook her head. "No, thank you."

But the phone kept ringing like a nagging ghost. "Maybe it's urgent," Zhan Zijie said, getting up to get her bag. The ringing stopped just as he picked up the phone.

"Is it my parents?" Jian Ya asked casually.

Zhan Zijie stared at the phone screen; it showed four missed calls. He tapped on it—Keith Kwan. His chest tightened unexpectedly. How did she get Keith's number? Why was Keith calling her? He didn't answer Jian Ya, instead uncontrollably scrolling through all her call history. Aside from a long string of his own name, it only showed "home." Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a text message jumped into his eyes.

It was Keith Kwan again. Without thinking, he opened it; the message contained only one word—sorry. What was Keith apologizing for? Zhan Zijie raised an eyebrow, a vague sense of panic creeping into his heart. Jian Ya, not waiting for his reply, glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "Who is it?"

Zhan Zijie was about to speak when a second text message arrived. Still Keith Kwan. What exactly did this guy want? He still didn't answer Jian Ya, opening the message—thanks and a smiley face.

He felt completely bewildered, no, completely kept in the dark, just like three years ago… He closed the message, staring intently at Jian Ya, trying his best to hide all his emotions as he spoke, "It's Keith."

"Oh," Jian Ya responded without thinking, then frowned a few seconds later as she realized what he meant. He called her? How unexpected! Remembering how he had inexplicably tricked her last night, her brows furrowed even more.

However, her expression was interpreted differently by Zhan Zijie. He felt a surge of annoyance, but still feigned nonchalance and asked, "How did he get your phone number?" Actually, he wanted to ask her how she got his, but it was the same thing.

"I don't know," Jian Ya honestly replied. She had never given that playboy her phone number.

Zhan Zijie snorted, looked around, and pointed to the warehouse on the left, "Park there."

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