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... 　　Yang Nan had indeed been around him a lot lately, but 　　there hadn't been any particularly intimate gestures. Girls seem to mature after entering university, and they're exposed to more things 　　, making it much harder for them to fully dedicate themselves to romance than in high school—probably because 　　studying in high school is so tedious and exhausting, while the excitement of romance easily consumes 　　all their interests. 　　With only two weeks until Christmas Eve, figuring out how to fulfill his promise to Fu Xiaoyu was something he really needed 　　to think about carefully. 　　If all else failed, he could just take the initiative himself. 　　During Friday's political theory class, Yang Nan had become accustomed to reserving a row for him in a corner at the back; he 　　entered through the back door and went straight there. 　　Unexpectedly, as he was making his way from the back row, a guy from the English department suddenly stretched out his arm and blocked 　　his way, saying, "Hey buddy, I saved you a seat, wanna sit down and chat for a bit?" 　　Zhao Tao glanced over and guessed it was one of the guys Yang Nan had rejected. He couldn't be bothered 　　arguing with a stinky old man, so he bent down and said with a grin, "I'm not interested in sitting with guys. Girls smell nice, it's much more comfortable 　　." 　　"Don't you have a girlfriend?" the guy said, a little annoyed. "Don't be greedy." 　　"But my girlfriend isn't here, I'm so lonely." He waved provocatively at Yang Nan, pointed 　　at the guy blocking his way, pouted, and then whispered closer, "Yang Nan's happy, it's none of your business." 　　The guy's face immediately turned red, and he turned around and stood up. 　　Yang Nan had already strode over, glared at the boy, grabbed Zhao Tao 　　's hand, and snapped, "Get out of the way! What are you blocking?" 　　"No, Yang Nan, I..." the boy stammered, pointing at Zhao Tao. 　　But the instructor had already walked up to the podium, banged on the blackboard twice, and shouted, "Students in the back 　　, sit down quickly! Class is about to start!" 　　Zhao Tao glanced at the boy's sallow face, smiled, and rushed forward to sit inside, leaving 　　Yang Nan in the outer row, within the boy's line of sight. 　　She glanced at him, didn't see anything wrong, and turned to sit down. 　　Zhao Tao smiled slightly and placed his hand on her chair. 　　Naturally, her firm, bouncy bottom landed squarely on his palm. 　　Yang Nan flinched, quickly straightening up and slapping his arm with her left hand. 　　"What are you doing? Take it off." 　　"There's something dirty, I was just about to wipe it off for you." He grinned, offering a completely unbelievable excuse, and 　　placed his hand on the table, deliberately rubbing his fingers together as if he wasn't quite done. 　　She sat down angrily and poked him under the table with her finger. 　　Quite hard. 　　Zhao Tao cried out, clutching his ribs and slumping onto the table, his brow furrowed, looking like he'd really been poked 　　. 　　"Hey...you're kidding, I...I didn't use much force." She panicked, quickly leaning closer and 　　whispering, "Does it hurt a lot?" 　　"I...I had rib cartilage inflammation before, and you just...poked that spot." He made up a story, 　　deliberately making his expression look angry, even a little ferocious. 　　Yang Nan, at a loss, said, "Then...what should we do? Or...or should we go find the school doctor?" 　　"No need...you...you rub it for me..." He let go of her hand, making room for her. 　　Yang Nan's face turned slightly red, but since it was the last row anyway, and Ideological and Political Education was a class the teacher was too lazy to manage, she 　　simply straightened her back, looked at the blackboard as if listening to the lecture, reached out and pressed her hand on the spot she had just poked, 　　muttering, "Here?" 　　"A little lower, yes, yes...right here." Zhao Tao buried his mouth behind his arm to avoid her noticing his laughter, and 　　happily let her give him a proper massage. 　　"Is this okay?" She rubbed it a couple of times, asking worriedly, "Is it better?" 　　"No... the clothes are too thick." He thought for a moment, then pulled out his shirt from under his pants, making a small opening. 　　"How about... you put your hand in and rub it for me?" 　　Yang Nan's face immediately turned red. She glared at him, held up her book to cover her mouth, and whispered, 　　"Do you want to die! That... that means I have to... touch you directly!" 　　"Never mind... I'll lie down for a bit and bear it." He grumbled and lay down, saying unhappily. 　　"You, you sit closer to me." She pouted and gently tugged at him. 　　He shifted his buttocks closer, and she moved closer too. Suddenly, there was less than two fingers 　　' width between them. She then twisted her waist slightly, leaned to the side, barely keeping her gaze on the blackboard, and 　　stretched out her other right hand, slowly slipping it under the hem of her shirt. 　　"Is it here?" she asked softly, feeling around for a moment. 　　"A little higher, almost to the ribs... um, yes, here, right here. Ouch, it hurts... 　　you'd better rub it for me." Zhao Tao suppressed a chuckle, not forgetting to pull out a chocolate-covered liqueur from his pocket.

He unwrapped the candy and handed it to her on her desk. "Here, have some energy."
She picked it up, put it in her mouth, held up her book to block it, and ate it bite by bite, muttering a complaint: "It
's all your fault I'm gaining weight, you're always feeding me candy and chocolate."
"Because I see you like it," he said with a smile. "Besides, I haven't had a chance to treat you to anything else.
How about I treat you to lunch after class? Shall we go to the cafeteria together?"
Yang Nan didn't say anything for a while, but her hands continued to massage him.
She looked like she was listening attentively to a lecture, but after a few minutes, she said, "Then I want to go upstairs to eat
stir-fry."
"Okay," he grabbed her wrist and moved it down a bit, "You can eat whatever you want."
"Tch, then can I just throw your meat in the pot and stew it?"
"Sure, I'll cut you whichever piece you like."
"Come on, your girlfriend would come after me then."
Zhao Tao said knowingly, "Don't worry, she wouldn't dare. If I say east, she'll never go west. If I tell her, 'This
is Yang Nan, come and kiss her,' she'll definitely come over and hug you and give you a kiss. If I say, 'No tongue allowed
,' she'll definitely kiss you until you can't breathe."
Yang Nan's hand stopped.
She slowly pulled her hand back, frowned and looked at him, "She... she listens to you that much?"
"Because she knows I like obedient girls. The more she listens to me, the more I like her." He said slowly
, reaching out to put his arm around her slender waist, his palm gently squeezing the elastic muscles on her side.
She only dodged slightly, this time without pushing his hand away.
When the bell rang and Zhao Tao and Yang Nan walked side-by-side towards the cafeteria, their hands were already intertwined
.
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After adding meals and self-study to their daily routines as college couples, the rumors immediately changed.
No one said Yang Nan was pursuing Zhao Tao anymore.
Instead, everyone said she had successfully pursued him and had stolen Zhao Tao's ex-girlfriend.
Zhao Tao was too lazy to think about these things; his mind was more focused on the current progress.
Although neither of them had said they liked each other, they could hold hands freely. He would occasionally sneak a hug around the waist and get a slap
, which hurt at first, but he didn't use much force afterward. However, he couldn't move his
arms around her anymore. Yang Nan was quite strong; she used to be a sports student, and when she got serious, Zhao Tao might not be able to control
her.
If she wasn't willing to give in, forcing her would be a real problem.
On Thursday evening, while eating in the cafeteria, Zhao Tao considered for a moment and tentatively said, "Xiao Nan, lately
the boys in your class have been giving me increasingly unfriendly looks. Are they plotting to beat me up?"
Yang Nan took a sip of her drink through a straw, gently biting the straw, and looked up, saying, "This isn't
easy to resolve; it depends on whether you want to or not."
"Of course I do. Being stared at like this isn't good, is it? It makes me afraid to even
attend your classes."
"Tell me, what are we now?" She put down her chopsticks, turned to face him, and said seriously.
"And what do you want to be?" He turned to meet her gaze.
"Zhao Tao, you've held my hand, you've put your arm around my waist. I'm with you all the time. What am I to you? Don't you
know?" Yang Nan's lips drooped, clearly unhappy. "It's because our relationship has always been ambiguous that our
classmates talk about you behind your back. I don't even have a boyfriend yet, and you're just taking up a seat. You can't blame the guys who like
me for being hostile towards you, can you?"
"What am I taking up?" He leaned closer, his breath carrying the aroma of potato and meat slices.
"They like you, come and pursue them! It's not like I've been clinging to you these past few days, has it?"
Yang Nan's expression changed, but she suppressed her anger. "Anyway... you just can't bear
to break up with your girlfriend, right?"
Zhao Tao said leisurely, "I'm not stupid. If I break up with Xiao Bei, where am I going to find another obedient and docile
girlfriend who doesn't care about my messy affairs? To be honest, both our parents have met
. Even with all the busy studying in senior year, she still comes to stay at my house two days a week. Did you have any girlfriends this
good in high school?"
Yang Nan was stunned. "She...she...could it be that what you had with her...and your teacher,
is all true?"
"It's all true, but I won't go into the details, since it wasn't a good thing." He took her
hand and stroked it twice. "Xiao Nan, it's not that I don't want you to be my girlfriend, but Xiao Bei and I won't
break up. If you're willing to just have a relationship in college, I have no objection. As for the future, I can't guarantee
anything." He lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand. "If you're not satisfied, you can find someone else,
I won't stop you. You can't force someone to like you."
"But I..." Yang Nan was so anxious she was about to cry, but she took a breath and forced
back the tears welling up. She angrily pulled her hand back and said through gritted teeth, "I'm pathetic."
After saying that, she didn't eat the remaining food or drink, got up, and left.
When she was almost at the bottom of the stairs, she seemed to finally not be able to hold back anymore. She raised her arm, wiped her eyes, and ran down quickly
.
Zhao Tao picked up the chopsticks she had used, skewered two slices of potato, put them in his mouth, and slowly chewed them.
He figured Yang Nan was practically bursting with impatience, all that was left was to ignite it. He
'd thrown in the match, and sure enough, it went off immediately.
Ten more days or so, he figured he should be able to make it.
He finished his meal leisurely, didn't go back to the study room to find Yang Nan, and strolled out of the school to go home and play computer
games. That Memphis game, he'd play it dozens more times tonight.
Soon, he probably wouldn't have time to play like this anymore.
On Friday, Zhao Tao didn't attend any classes, and Yang Nan didn't come either. In his Ideological and Political Education class, she even went to the
front row.
Zhao Tao entered through the back door, glanced at her approximate location, smiled slightly, and walked straight to a lone
English major girl. He bent down and softly asked, "Excuse me, is your seat taken?"
The slightly unsophisticated girl looked up and saw him. She glanced at Yang Nan with some surprise, then
a hint of smugness flashed across her face. She picked up her book and moved to a seat. "No, please sit down."
Zhao Tao smiled and sat down. Before he had even settled in, he saw Yang Nan turn her head and
glare at the girl next to him with eyes as sharp as knives.
The girl and Yang Nan were not in the same class or dormitory, so they didn't know each other. She not only didn't take it seriously but also
glared back at him with a grin. Then she leaned closer to Zhao Tao and whispered, "What happened between you and Yang Nan?
Did you have a fight?"
"Nothing much. I already have a girlfriend. There have been so many rumors lately that have upset her, so I'm just
avoiding her." Zhao Tao looked down at his political theory book, which he hadn't even looked at outside the table of contents, and answered casually.
"Are they just rumors? She's not interested in you? Then why was she staring at me with those wide eyes just now? Who
was she trying to scare?" The girl snorted, her eyes darting around, and said, "Can I see a picture of your girlfriend? Everyone says
she's really pretty."
Zhao Tao casually pulled out his wallet, opened it, and pushed it towards her. "Here, take a look."
"Oh—she's definitely more feminine than Yang Nan. Tsk tsk, you're so lucky. How did you manage to win her over?"
Zhao Tao had absolutely no interest in the girl next to him; he was just trying to provoke Yang Nan. He smiled and leaned closer to her
, whispering, "This is a guy's secret. If you girls knew, it wouldn't work."
After the class, Zhao Tao suddenly had a feeling that confidence might be a curse for guys.
The girl sitting next to him, while not exactly a class beauty and rather plain-looking, was pretty and lively.
If it were him in the past, he probably wouldn't have been allowed to sit down.
The sense of superiority he felt from being supported by three women in high school, coupled with the double halo of Yang Nan and Yu Bei,
even gave Zhao Tao the feeling that he could easily win this girl over with a simple pursuit.
Perhaps seeing a girlfriend like Yu Bei, and then seeing Yang Nan's obvious romantic inclinations, easily
created the illusion for other girls that this seemingly unremarkable boy must have something special about him.
In society, it's like seeing a cabbage next to a pig and thinking to yourself that the person must be
very rich.
After class, Zhao Tao went to the restroom, and when he returned, he found that his books and backpack were gone.
"Where are my things?" he hurriedly asked the girl next to him whose name he didn't yet know.
The girl pointed somewhat awkwardly to the back row and said, "Yang Nan took them... I couldn't stop him."
Zhao Tao turned around and saw Yang Nan sitting in the seat he had chased away, his face icy cold,
with his things on the empty seat next to him.
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"Yang Nan, what are you doing bringing my things here?" Zhao Tao swaggered over, put his hands on the table
, and looked down at Yang Nan.
She pursed her lips, a small line extending from the corner of her lips to her cheek, silently stood up, made way for the entrance,
and pointed to her seat.
Zhao Tao smiled, stepped inside, and sat down. "Weren't you pretty determined? I was even planning to find other girls
to hang out with. What do you mean by this?"
Yang Nan's breathing became heavier, her firm chest heaving twice. She lowered her head and sat down, holding her
breath as she said, "You...you like that Yu Bei that much?"
Zhao Tao curled his lips, leaned closer, and whispered, "Not really, but didn't I say Xiao Bei won't cause
me any trouble? For example, if I texted her now to tell her that a pretty girl from the next department has a crush on me,
she definitely wouldn't throw a tantrum like you did."
Yang Nan's eyes widened, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "I...I don't believe it."
"Here." He took out his phone, tilting the screen so she could see it too, and quickly typed, "Xiao
Bei, are you in class? I have something to tell you. A pretty girl from the next department has a crush on me and insists on pursuing me." Then,
he pressed send.
Yang Nan seemed stunned, staring blankly at the message.
A moment later, his phone buzzed with a reply: "Is she pretty?"
"Not quite as pretty as you, but still quite beautiful. I'd like to be friends with her to pass the time, is that okay?" He typed,
waved it in front of Yang Nan, and sent it.
"Whatever makes you happy. I'll come see you on New Year's Day, let's have dinner together and you can introduce me."
"Okay, focus on your studies, text me before you come, I'll pick you up."
"Okay, take care of yourself too, I'm going to class."
He closed his phone, put it in his pocket, and turned his head to say, "Look, I didn't say anything, did I? I was hoping to get to know you
. Look at you, all prickly. I told you from the beginning that I have a girlfriend. I was willing to be with you
because I knew my girlfriend wouldn't object, so I didn't feel any pressure. But in the end, you weren't willing,
so forget it. You can't force things like being together."
Yang Nan hesitated for a long time, then said in a slightly desperate voice, "You... you're not going to break up with Yu Bei, right
?"
"Yes." Zhao Tao answered decisively, then said softly, "But only for now. Who can
say what the future holds?"
The class bell rang, the instructor tapped on the desk, and continued lecturing on the boring political theory.
Yang Nan put her arms on the desk and slumped down.
She didn't get up for the entire class.
After class, she remained slumped over, silent.
Zhao Tao called her twice, feeling a little uneasy and embarrassed to leave from the other end. He watched as
only a dozen or so students left the classroom in a short while, and finally softened his tone, saying, "Xiao Nan, what do you want? I
can't break up with my girlfriend. You don't have to accept it, right? You've rejected so many guys, just consider it as me rejecting you
once, it's not a big deal, is it?"
Yang Nan suddenly sat up, turned her head and glared at him, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She choked
out, "Then... then just reject me... can't you just reject me and let me give up?"
Zhao Tao raised his hand, touched her cheek, gently wiped away her tears with his thumb, stared into her eyes, and
said softly, "But, I really like you."
Like a runaway deer struck by a pre-aimed shot, Yang Nan's body trembled violently, and a complex expression
quickly surfaced on her face.
She stared blankly at Zhao Tao, anger, regret, resentment, anticipation, and longing alternating constantly… A full seven
or eight minutes later, she finally moved her dry lips and said, with a wronged expression, "I don't care, in…in the English department, you
have to admit I'm your girlfriend."
Zhao Tao moved closer to her, and the few students who hadn't left the classroom yet looked over, eagerly
anticipating some shocking scene.
He took Yang Nan's hand, smiling, and said, "It doesn't have to be just in the English department. I can acknowledge you as my girlfriend anywhere
. As for... not being the only one, you don't have to say it, and I won't
go around telling the whole world."
Yang Nan sniffed her reddened nose. "I... I've never been a girlfriend before, what should I be careful about?"
"There are no rules. Do whatever makes you happy." He pressed his face closer again. "For example,
if I kiss you, would you be happy?"
She paused, thought for a moment, and said uncertainly, "I... don't know... ugh...
"
With such an unguarded little mouth opening and closing in front of him, and given their relationship,
it would be strange if Zhao Tao didn't seize the opportunity to kiss her.
A series of gasps filled the classroom.
He scooped Yang Nan up with both hands, holding her tightly as she tried to escape, and continued to kiss her forcefully, grinding his lips against hers
, savoring the taste of her tender, taut first kiss.
She was indeed quite strong; her initial instinctive push almost knocked him away, but thankfully
, it was only for a moment before her hands went limp between them and remained still.
Only after confirming that all the remaining students in the classroom had witnessed the scene, even
those who had run in to see what was happening, did Zhao Tao finally release her mouth with satisfaction. "Come on, I'll treat you to stir-fry."
That evening, Fu Xiaoyu rushed into Zhao Tao's room again, utterly astonished, and said, "Brother, you...you
kissed Yang Nan? In the classroom, in front of everyone? Right after the Ideological and Political Education class?"
Zhao Tao nodded. "Yeah, she was willing, and so was I. Why wouldn't we kiss? You've kissed before,
don't you know how great it feels?"
Fu Xiaoyu stammered, "No, no, you...how are you going to explain this to your girlfriend?"
"That's none of your concern." He smiled and clicked the mouse, watching
the skeleton mage standing up from the corpse, holding a glowing object, and said slowly, "Don't forget, I was only doing this to help you."
"Huh?"
"Now that I've won over Yang Nan, you have a better chance of winning over Mo Xiaoan, right? Forgot the plan I taught you?
Next week is the deadline, remember to make the appointment in advance. By the way... never mind, I'll ask for you."
Fu Xiaoyu blinked and asked, "Ask what for me?"
"Your period." He said bluntly, "You went through all this trouble, you definitely don't want to see menstrual blood, right?"
Fu Xiaoyu blushed a little and whispered, "Brother, how could you even find out that?"
"Why not? You should be making appointments with them soon. It's so cold on Christmas Eve, it's only right to remind them to wear warm clothes,
right? I just casually asked if that day is convenient. Girls shouldn't get cold when they're on their periods. If it's inconvenient, then forget it
. I just asked for you. I'll also ask Mo Xiaoan for you, but I heard that girls who live together
tend to come and go together, so it's probably true."
Fu Xiaoyu was dumbfounded, standing there speechless for a long time.
The phone rang. Zhao Tao glanced at it; it was Yang Nan. He got up from his computer desk. "Help me play for a bit. Don't
die. Just load and save at that teleportation point. I need to take this call."
Ten minutes later, Zhao Tao returned with two pieces of good news.
The four-person outing on Christmas Eve was basically agreed upon.
Yang Nan was currently on her period and used the excuse of it affecting her mood to apologize for their previous argument on the phone
.
He smiled and sat back down at the computer. Everything was ready, and he was just waiting for the right moment.
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Taking things step by step is actually quite interesting. The most difficult relationship issue had been resolved. In Zhao Tao's mind, Yang
Nan was like a tender and delicious lamb on the table. Before Christmas Eve arrived, he could find some unimportant
places to savor her little by little, test the waters, and lay the groundwork.
They were already each other's girlfriends at school, so on Saturdays when they didn't have classes, they naturally spent time together.
They'd study in the morning, have lunch, stroll around in the afternoon, have dinner, and then spend
an hour or two just hanging out in the study room.
The itinerary seemed pretty good, and Yang Nan sounded happy on the phone, but Zhao Tao felt that from the moment they met in the morning
, she had a vaguely low mood. He'd say a few words of comfort, and she'd cheer up for a little while,
like a balloon that's been punctured and deflated as soon as he stopped inflating it.
It wasn't until lunchtime, when they sat at the same table with Mo Xiaoan and Fu Xiaoyu, that the talkative Mo Xiaoan finally told Zhao Tao
the reason.
Their kiss in the classroom had become the talk of the town in the girls' dormitory that very night.
It wasn't a secret that Zhao Tao had a girlfriend, and the rumors of Yang Nan stealing her away had spread throughout the entire floor.
It was likely that by the end of the weekend, the whole girls' dormitory would know, and he'd even heard that
students from the same university as them were talking about it.
The girls in her department, who already disliked Yang Nan, added fuel to the fire with their sarcastic remarks. Even
her roommates spoke of it with barbs that night, which made Mo Xiaoan so upset that she even got into an argument with them.
"I'm sorry, I made you suffer," Zhao Tao said softly, holding Yang Nan's hand.
Yang Nan pursed her lips and shook her head, her expression complicated, and remained silent.
Mo Xiaoan, however, couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out, "Zhao Tao, you...you're already with Yang Nan, ca
n't you...can't you just tell your girlfriend clearly?"
Yang Nan shook her head instead, lowering her head and saying, "He did. It's all clear now. Xiaoan, don't mention it
. I was the one who pursued her. It's my own fault for being mocked."
"So what if you pursued her? If you like someone, are you just going to sit back and watch? They're all innocent, aren't they?" Mo Xiaoan added.
She said angrily, "Take Jin Lin for example. Wasn't her boyfriend tricked into dumping his girlfriend to be with her
? Does seducing someone indirectly not count as stealing their boyfriend? Let me tell you, Xiao Nan, they... they're just
jealous that you're popular with the girls, so they're always finding ways to talk bad about you behind your back. I... I've heard it all. Even...
"
Seeing Mo Xiaoan suddenly stop, Zhao Tao asked curiously, "Even what?"
Mo Xiaoan glanced at Yang Nan's expression and said dejectedly, "Even Zhang Xinyu, who usually speaks softly
and doesn't offend anyone, this time... they're all kicking her when she's down. She... she's hooking up with several guys at the same time,
only taking advantage of them and not being with any of them. Does that make her a good girl?"
Zhao Tao frowned and said softly, "You guys... have so many problems?"
Yang Nan's lips drooped, and she said sullenly, "Don't they say three women make a drama?
There are more than three hundred girls on one floor, so it's normal for things to gossip about. You and the girls..." "We all know about what happened in high school, but
... but there are several conflicting accounts, and we don't know which one is true."
Zhao Tao smiled slightly, wisely glossing over the matter. "You can believe whichever you want, I don't care."
Mo Xiaoan asked curiously, "Then... then what about you and your teacher... is that true too?"
Zhao Tao patted Fu Xiaoyu and said with a smile, "Want to know? I'll tell Fu Xiaoyu before Christmas Eve, and you can
ask him then."
Regardless of Mo Xiaoan's protests, Zhao Tao refused to give a clear answer. Afterwards, he focused on
making Yang Nan laugh, which finally improved her mood.
In the afternoon, they took the bus to the city center and accompanied Yang Nan shopping. The malls were all gearing up for the
Christmas promotions, but they didn't find anything they wanted to buy.
"How about we see a movie?" Passing by an old theater, Zhao Tao looked at the promotional posters. There was a dubbed
romance film playing, perfect for their aimless wandering.
Especially suitable for Zhao Tao, who was figuring out where to eat.
The theater was sparsely populated, and there weren't many seats available. After choosing seats, they didn't need to follow any numbers. Once inside,
Zhao Tao grabbed Yang Nan and pulled her towards the back corner.
"Why are we going there?" Yang Nan asked, looking back at the screen, puzzled. "The angle is terrible."
"But what if I want to talk to you? We're so close to them, we'll disturb their movie."
He casually brushed her off, then led the reluctant Yang Nan to her seat, pulling up the armrest between them and casually
placing his hand on her thigh.
Her leg instinctively flinched, but she didn't actually move away. The film was a rather dull, artsy romance, slow-paced with a five-minute climax, offering 　　little
to talk about . 　　But Zhao Tao's true intentions weren't in the film. Although his hand remained on her thigh, 　　he kept his eyes glued to Yang Nan after the female lead's first kiss, as if her pale face was the screen 　　itself. 　　Yang Nan felt a little embarrassed by his gaze and whispered, "Are you...are you watching a movie or 　　looking at me?" 　　"Looking at you," he said, moving closer. "You're prettier than the female lead." 　　"Nan, I suddenly really want to kiss you." He tilted his head, looking at her lips, which 　　were lightly tinted with lipstick. The glossy lips were especially alluring against her snow-white skin. 　　Yang Nan unconsciously bit her lower lip, the rosy lips brushing against her white teeth, 　　trembling like jelly. 　　"You...you never...asked me that time." 　　"So I felt a little embarrassed, so I asked first this time. Just so you won't be unhappy." He 　　licked his lips, the action full of flirtation, his masculine hormones radiating intensely, invisibly 　　surrounding the young girl. 　　Catalyzed by love, the hormones controlling lust surged into her brain, Yang Nan's breathing became rapid 　　, and after a while, she softly hummed in agreement, then closed her eyes. 　　He reached up and placed his hand behind her neck, planting a kiss on her lips. 　　This time, it wasn't in the crowded classroom, but in the back row of a movie theater where no one would notice. He certainly wasn't 　　content with simply repeating his previous success; after only a couple of swirling kisses, his tongue invaded, 　　lightly teasing her soft lips outside her tightly closed teeth. 　　"Mmm...mmm..." The kiss produced a seductive nasal sound, 　　completely dispelling Yang Nan's usual sharp, heroic air. Her straight back softened, bending as she leaned against the movie theater seat, utterly 　　powerless. 　　He patiently licked, his fingers moving back and forth like plucking a harp along the gaps between her teeth. 　　But for two or three minutes, she still wouldn't open her small mouth, whether out of nervous resistance 　　or complete bewilderment at what to do, it was unclear. 　　Zhao Tao thought for a moment and decided to give her a small helping hand. 　　He suddenly raised his hand and placed it on her chest. 　　With his coat open, through the soft wool sweater, the experienced man immediately grasped 　　the feel of the simple underwire bra. The obstruction made it difficult to judge the size, but it felt substantial; he guessed it was a pair of firm, unremarkable 　　breasts. 　　Actually, this was even better; Yang Nan's compact, slender figure paired with a pair of white breasts would be a tragedy. 　　This was probably the first time someone had touched her breasts since she had fully developed. She immediately raised her arm, her strong 　　hand grabbing his wrist and pulling him away forcefully. 　　But the urge to scream had already forced open her tightly clenched teeth. 　　Using a feint, Zhao Tao immediately thrust his tongue inside, exploring the warm, moist inside her mouth with abandon. 　　Amidst the sweet aroma of popcorn, he skillfully captured her tongue, which had nowhere to hide. 　　Sticky saliva instantly mingled together. 　　(140) 　　Such a deep, hot, wet kiss was enough to completely disarm a girl with no dating experience. 　　When Zhao Tao's hand tentatively reached up again, Yang Nan twisted her waist and grabbed his wrist, 　　but this time, she didn't forcibly pull him away. 　　His outstretched fingers were now given the opportunity to freely knead the virgin's breasts.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Tao pressed his advantage, kissing her and touching her breasts. The green light was clearly
locked; Zhao Tao had no more reservations. After a while, he released her lips and tongue, moving towards her neck
.
"Zhao Tao…you…you're not watching the movie anymore…" Yang Nan, already flustered, mumbled in a panic
, but immediately Zhao Tao's warm, wet lips pressed against her sensitive neck. A wave of blissful shiver washed over her, a
tingling, numbing sensation spreading through half her body. She couldn't help but let out a sweet, cloying moan, perfectly matching the groan of the female lead in the movie
, carrying a subtly erotic undertone.
He held her earlobe in his mouth, playing with the small earring around his tongue for a while before letting go and sitting down next to her
. Looking at Yang Nan's flushed face, he said softly, "I'm so sorry, I... I was so excited, I forgot
you were going to see a movie. Who told you to... dress up so beautifully today, it almost turned me into a pervert."
Yang Nan glared at him reproachfully, but the smile on her lips was obvious even to a fool.
Zhao Tao, of course, knew what this meant. He removed the drink that was in the way, shifted his position, and sat completely next to her
. He reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, rubbing her lower abdomen a few times through her sweater before gently
pulling up the hem of her sweater.
"You're getting cold..." A chill crept into the exposed gap, and she frowned, complaining softly,
"I... I'm on my period."
"It's okay, my hands are warm, I'll warm them for you." He went along with it, letting his hand slip under her sweater
.
Her lower abdomen tensed instantly, the outline of her abdominal muscles clearly visible.
He gently massaged it in circles, turning his face to kiss her ear, licking her earlobe, and panting as he said,
"Are you warm now?"
"Hot..." she groaned, muttering softly, "But I feel...uncomfortable."
"What's wrong? Don't you like me touching you?"
She shook her head, confused. "No, it's just...awkward." "
You'll get used to it. Isn't it easy for your stomach to feel uncomfortable during your period? I can massage it for you then."
"It's not that I'm not used to it." She shrugged, as if troubled by something, "It feels...
more comfortable...to kiss."
"Okay." He stopped for now, turning her face back to him and kissing her again.
He noticed that every time they kissed, Yang Nan would close her eyes tightly before slowly getting into the mood.
It was as if her thoughts were fighting against some kind of physiological protest.
This was truly fascinating.
The beginning is always the hardest. After getting through that hurdle,
Zhao Tao took Yang Nan back to her dorm that evening. Not even bothering to find a dark corner downstairs, he simply pulled her close and kissed her without hesitation.
She smiled and tried to turn her face away twice, but couldn't escape; his tongue was still sucked in, and she closed her eyes, letting him kiss her firmly and
thoroughly.
After Yang Nan went upstairs, Zhao Tao turned around and saw Jin Lin. Her boyfriend, who had brought her back, was there holding her hand,
pleading softly for something. Perhaps he had seen Yang Nan's passionate kiss and wanted similar treatment.
However, judging from Jin Lin's apprehensive expression, it seemed unlikely he would get his wish.
Zhao Tao smiled and headed towards his temporary home off-campus.
To his surprise, when he returned, he found Mo Xiao'an there too. However, just as she was about to leave, she was
downstairs unlocking and pushing her secondhand bicycle with Fu Xiaoyu. When she saw him return, she looked away shyly.
When Fu Xiaoyu returned after dropping his girlfriend off, Zhao Tao chuckled, paused his game, and leaned against the doorframe, asking,
"Finally managed to coax her home?"
Fu Xiaoyu nodded shyly, but his joy practically burst from his lips. "Yeah, I
had nothing to do after self-study this afternoon, so I asked Xiao'an if she wanted to try making noodles, and she...she came."
"It's almost nine o'clock now, and you've been eating noodles all this time?" Zhao Tao raised an eyebrow and continued,
"Didn't you do anything else?"
"We...watched TV for a while." Fu Xiaoyu chuckled and scratched his head. "We watched it together,
sitting on the bed."
"Didn't you take the opportunity to do anything? Such a good chance."
Fu Xiaoyu said a little embarrassedly, "We...we kissed for quite a while."
"Just kissing? Mo Xiao'an shouldn't be that embarrassed, right?" With Zhao Tao's experience, he could tell at a glance
that it wasn't just kissing.
Fu Xiaoyu swallowed hard, glancing at his crotch, probably recalling the sensation from earlier. He chuckled
and said, "I...touched her. Bro, girls...are so soft. So soft it made me...I got hard."
"Good job, that's right. With that guts, we'll definitely win her over on Christmas Eve." Fu
Xiaoyu nodded, but immediately said with some surprise, "Bro, you and Yang Nan actually got together? You two...
have only known each other for a month or so, right? Xiao'an and I have been classmates for almost four years."
"If it took me four years, would I still have the nerve to let you call me bro? You just wait and see." Zhao Tao grinned,
full of confidence.
The next day was Sunday, and there were no classes. As soon as Zhao Tao arrived, he called Yang Nan and invited her to
the botanical garden on the other side of the city. There was also a small amusement park next to the botanical garden, more than enough to kill a day.
In the afternoon, on the Ferris wheel at the amusement park, Zhao Tao smoothly made progress, slipping into her
waistband and caressing her firm, perky buttocks through her underwear.
The next few days were filled with his eager anticipation as he prepared for the Christmas Eve celebration.
Afterwards, he bought the medication, prepared a new set of toiletries, got a toothbrush and mug, and also thoroughly cleaned the old house
, changing the sheets and blankets.
Fu Xiaoyu followed suit, making some preparations as well, but he hesitated for a long time, unable to afford the medication, and instead blushed as
he grabbed a small box of condoms.
On Wednesday night, Mo Xiaoan came to make noodles again, and this time Yang Nan came along. Seeing how clean and tidy
the house was, she was genuinely surprised. The group watched TV until after 9 pm before the two girls were finally sent back
to their dorms.
As long as there were no psychological barriers to coming here, things were basically done.
On Christmas Eve, the four of them agreed to skip their evening classes together, and as soon as the second afternoon class rang...
She put down her textbooks at the rented room, grabbed only her bag, and headed happily into the city.
When the four of them went on their date, Yang Nan completely dominated Mo Xiaoan; the two girls held hands,
whispering intimately, completely ignoring the two boys beside them.
"Are they this close in the dorm too?" Zhao Tao followed behind, watching Yang Nan's slightly swaying hips as she walked,
revealing a more feminine curve to her hips than before, and whispered to Fu Xiaoyu.
"It's probably even better than that. Xiao'an said Yang Nan loves hanging out with girls, and when they shower together, they
scrub each other's backs. She scrubs the most thoroughly and for the longest time," Fu Xiaoyu said softly, lowering her voice. "Xiao'an
said that before she got together with you, many girls in the dorms secretly said she was a lesbian, and Zhang Xinyu was always
afraid to go near her."
Zhao Tao silently thought, "Oh," and smiled, "Then the rumors are cleared up."
Fu Xiaoyu said a little worriedly, "Brother, do you think... she pursued you just to clear up the rumors?"
Zhao Tao put his hands in his pockets, smiling as he looked at Yang Nan's slender and well-proportioned back. "You'll know after tonight
."
That night, at Zhao Tao and Fu Xiaoyu's urging, the two girls
waited in the bustling crowd near the small church until the bells rang.
When they got into the taxi to go back, it was almost eleven o'clock, and Fu Xiaoyu hurriedly stammered out
the suggestion she had planned beforehand.
Going back at this hour would inevitably result in a scolding from the dorm supervisor, Mo Xiaoan thought for a moment and looked at
Yang Nan.
Yang Nan seemed a little smug, smiling as she took Mo Xiaoan's hand and said, "Okay, then I'll
share a bed with Xiaoan. Fu Xiaoyu, don't be jealous."
Zhao Tao turned around in the front seat and said with a smile, "Don't worry, he definitely won't be jealous. I promise."
The lively atmosphere earlier still made the two girls a little excited, and they chattered non-stop.
"We want the room with the TV."
"Can we take a shower? Is there hot water?"
"Do you have a DVD player?"
"Great, great, let's watch movies. Anyway, we don't have to get up early tomorrow, Xiaoan and I are going to watch all night!"
"If we're satisfied with this place, we'll come here often."
Zhao Tao looked at the roadside trees rushing past the window and said with a smile, "Don't worry, you're definitely welcome to come often in the future."

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