【Ning Que and Mo Shanshan】(04) Author: huihui1983

Author: huihui1983
Words: 10251

(4) After entering the second year

of high

school, things seemed to be quite different. The pressure of the college entrance examination fell on everyone's heads.
We basically stopped participating in the club activities of the first year. Ning Que gave up the Physics Olympiad and began to focus on the Mathematical Olympiad.
He said that if he won the provincial gold medal, he could participate in the national Olympiad. If he won another award, he could be admitted to university without taking the
college entrance examination.

In Teacher Huihui's eyes, we were still the annoying pair who made small mistakes but rarely made big mistakes. We were often
taken to the office for a lecture. My relationship with Teacher Huihui was already very good. There were always all kinds of snacks on her desk
. As the class representative, every time I went to hand in my homework or get teaching aids, she would casually share some delicious
baked cookies, fancy bread, fruit candy, etc. with me. Once, we even sat together and shared a whole piece of
cream cake. I have never seen an adult as greedy as her.

Curious, I asked Ms. Huihui why there were so many snacks at school. She
told me, somewhat annoyed, that her daughter, only four years old, loved sweets. She and her husband, worried about her teeth,
rarely She could only secretly bake some after her daughter fell asleep and bring it all to school, which then ended up
being enjoyed by me.

I suspected that Ms. Huihui's snack-making skills far surpassed her teaching abilities.
Everything I ate from her was incredibly delicious, much more refined and tasty than what my parents usually bought from the supermarket. Now, I've gotten into
the habit of
using the excuse of handing in homework to go to Ms. Huihui's place for a snack every day, even if she's not there. I'll still unceremoniously take a couple of things from her snack box. Ms. Huihui has already told the other teachers, and they're
used to it .

Once, while I was helping Ms. Huihui organize exam scores, after all the other teachers in the office
had left and it was just the two of us, she mysteriously took out a small tin box, about half a foot square. I opened
it and found it full of chocolate brownies. Ms. Huihui's eyes lit up, almost like she was showing off a treasure:
"Want to try some?"

Curious, I picked one up and tentatively took a bite. Wow, it was delicious! The outer layer was
incredibly crispy, while the inside was soft and chewy, with a bittersweet flavor—a very strong, pure chocolate taste, not made with cocoa
butter substitutes, and very rich. The nut pieces inside probably weren't walnuts; they were more fragrant than walnuts and even crisper and
chewier.

I closed my eyes and savored the flavor carefully, then asked Teacher Huihui, "Hazelnuts and macadamia nuts?"

Teacher Huihui nodded happily, but I felt a pang of sadness. She had turned me into a
complete foodie. I could easily distinguish between good and bad butter, different types of cheese,
the difference between cocoa butter substitutes and pure cocoa, and whether it was real grape juice or additives. In the year and a half that Teacher Huihui had been teaching me,
my face had become much rounder.

Teacher Huihui, however, completely ignored my lament and continued to ask, as if showing off a treasure, "Don't you notice another
special flavor?"

Another? I was a little confused. Seeing the layer of black powder on my hands, I suddenly had an epiphany. I put
my index finger in my mouth and sucked on it. It was a little bitter, an indescribable but incredibly tempting taste. I remembered
some legends, and a sudden inspiration struck me. Then, with some skepticism, I asked, "Truffles?"

Teacher Huihui was very happy: "Shanshan, you are so talented! This is pure French
imported . After I made it last night, my husband couldn't taste anything, so I got angry and wouldn't let him eat it. He
brought it all to school."

Teacher Huihui smiled broadly and handed the box back to me to continue eating, then happily
ate it . She was so beautiful when she smiled, with her eyes crinkling and her nose wrinkled. She must have been very beautiful when she was young,
and many boys must have pursued her.

The food was already delicious, but it tasted even better when shared. Before long, the two of us had finished all
the brownies . Ms. Huihui happily pinched my cheek, and I complained a little, "Eating sweets every day
has made my face so round."

Ms. Huihui smiled and said, "You look prettier with a rounder face. Big eyes, deep dimples—everyone would like that."

Looking at Ms. Huihui's delicate oval face, I felt quite depressed: "Ms. Huihui, you eat
way more sweets than I do every day, why don't you ever gain weight?"

Ms. Huihui looked quite proud: "I've always been like this. No matter how much I eat, I never gain weight.
Several people have even suspected I have hyperglycemia."

She suddenly smiled slightly and said, "Back then, there was someone who really liked to take me to buffets and sit next to me
watching me eat."

I was somewhat surprised to find that Ms. Huihui's smile was very sweet, even blissful...???

I blurted out, "Thinking about an old flame?"

Ms. Huihui seemed a little embarrassed and annoyed, giving me a hard tap on the head. "You disrespectful brat,
what nonsense are you spouting? Hurry up and continue calculating the scores."

I said "Okay," and obediently continued calculating everyone's total scores and recording them in the grade book.

After a while, I suddenly remembered something and asked her with some suspicion and worry, "Ms. Huihui,
is that man you mentioned much older than you?"

Ms. Huihui said, "No, about six or seven years older than me. Why are you asking?"

I quickly said it was nothing and continued working, secretly relieved that it wasn't
my dad.

When I finished and was about to return to the classroom, I casually opened Ms. Huihui's snack jar, took out two fruit
candies, and left. Ms. Huihui shook her head and sighed, "Who was complaining about their round face just now?"

I grinned at Ms. Huihui and then ran away.

The gluttonous habit instilled in me by Teacher Huihui led to the worst
time I was tricked by Ning Que in high school. That day, I saw a very pretty little cylindrical box with an orange-red design and the words "VC" written in
big letters. I asked what it was, and Ning Que said it was fruit-flavored lozenges. He gave me two, and without thinking, I
popped them into my mouth. The hissing sound was quite fun.

Ning Que said, "The sweet taste buds are concentrated at the back of the tongue. Try pushing it to the back of your throat." I
did as , but it wasn't sweet; it just hissed there.

Ning Que handed me his water cup: "Have some water." I said, "You're definitely tricking me.
The sweet buds are on the tip of the tongue, not at the back."

Ning Que chuckled but didn't say anything. I glared at him, then took a sip of warm water, somewhat
curious what he was planning.

Then, I'd remember effervescent tablets for the rest of my life—the feeling of them churning and boiling in my throat after contact with water
, the copious amount of gas they produced that made me sneeze uncontrollably, the choking sensation that brought tears and snot to my eyes
.

Just as I was blowing bubbles, Teacher Huihui walked into the classroom to begin class. Thinking I was having
a seizure and foaming at the mouth, she rushed over in alarm, demanding Ning Que carry me to the infirmary.

Ning Que said she'd only taken two effervescent tablets and was fine, no need to take her. I
nodded .

Teacher Huihui hesitated for a moment, then stopped to carefully observe my condition. By then, the effervescent tablet in my throat was almost
used up . I took a breath, swallowed the remaining residue, burped,
patted my chest, and said, "I feel terrible, I almost couldn't breathe."

Teacher Huihui asked Ning Que somewhat angrily why he didn't ask her to take me to the hospital when I was feeling so bad, wasn't he afraid
something might happen? Ning Que said he had taken one the night before, and the discomfort subsided after a while.

Teacher Huihui shook her head and sighed, seemingly hesitant, but said nothing.

The next day during break, Ning Que was still engrossed in his math problems. I took out two packets of Xizhilang sucking jelly,
twisted them open, handed one to Ning Que, and then opened the other for myself.

Ning Que reached out and took it without looking, then started drinking. After swallowing the first sip, he froze, grabbed a piece of
toilet paper and gagged, vomiting several times. Then, he looked closely at the sucking jelly in his hand and realized it was actually a face
mask. Ning Que immediately grabbed the bag of face masks and rushed to the bathroom, ignoring the school bell ringing.

When Ning Que returned, Teacher Huihui had already started the lesson. Seeing Ning Que's disheveled appearance, she
asked what had happened. Ning Que, holding the bag of face masks, said, "I made a mistake and ate the face mask thinking it was jelly. It
really burned my throat, so I went to the bathroom to rinse my mouth..."

Teacher Huihui took the face masks away and told Ning Que to return to his seat. She looked at the bag in his hand and suddenly asked, "Mo
Shanshan, you've started using face masks now?"

I lowered my head and said, "Damn it..."

Teacher Huihui asked, "Are you trying to say that this face mask looks too similar to the packaging of Xizhilang jelly, and
you accidentally grabbed the wrong one?"

Such an obvious trap question. Teacher Huihui should have already clearly seen that I was messing with Ning Que. I stood up
, head down, not daring to speak.

Ms. Huihui frowned. "Mo Shanshan, what you're doing is too dangerous. These chemicals might be
toxic."

I whispered, "I checked the ingredients last night, and none of them were toxic..."

Ms. Huihui looked at me with frustration for a long time, then sighed helplessly and said, "
Can't do something normal young couples do?" Kind-hearted Ms. Huihui had no idea
how much gossip her words would give my unscrupulous classmates.

Perhaps because Ms. Huihui was usually too close to her students, many classmates started teasing us in front of her, saying
we should sleep together at night like normal couples. For many days afterward, the girls in the class loved
to tease me about "what we should do," always emphasizing the words "what we should do."

Once, I got annoyed by two close female classmates' teasing and said, embarrassed and annoyed, "Okay, okay, I'll do it! I definitely will!

Right after graduating high school! Is that alright?"

The expected playful banter didn't happen. They looked at me with surprise: "Shanshan, are you serious
?"

I looked like my secret had been exposed: "You absolutely mustn't tell anyone. If the teacher finds out, or if
they tell my parents, my mom will beat me to death." But in my heart, I thought, with my mom like that, she hides away as soon as Ning Que comes over, she
practically wants me to have her grandson by my freshman year of college, how could she possibly beat me?

They both swore they would never tell anyone. After that, they never joked about it again.
The two main forces withdrew, and the jokes gradually decreased, finally bringing peace to my ears.

However, this finally made me reveal a secret I had kept hidden for a long time: all I had ever thought about was that after graduating
high school , I could make love with Ning Que. Every time I read novels, watch TV, or read comics, especially those blush-inducing scenes
, I always secretly think, "I'm still young, I can only be with Ning Que after I graduate high school." Now,
there's only a little over a year left , it should be over soon.

"Shan Shan, we've finally graduated."

"Mmm." I don't know when, but I was completely naked in Ning Que's arms. I
hugged and whispered, "Come and take me."

Then, Ning Que's body really pressed down on me. I actively spread my legs, making it easier for his penis
to press against my lower body. I smiled and said, "Hurry up and come in, I've wanted to for so long."

Then Ning Que entered me like that. There was no pain, only pleasurable stimulation.
With , I felt so comfortable and happy that I wanted to moan, wanting him to go faster and harder. Then, after only
a few thrusts, a huge wave surged over me. My pleasure reached its peak, and then my tense consciousness collapsed,
every muscle in my body relaxed.

At the height of my climax, I woke up. I was startled to find that I wasn't completely naked, and Ning Que wasn't
beside me. But it felt so good; the afterglow of the climax lingered
. I quietly closed my eyes, savoring the beauty of the dream.

The intense sensation slowly faded, and I wearily opened my eyes. It was so different from before. I'd had similar erotic dreams
before , but they were always just kisses and hugs with Ning Que, never a clear
depiction of the entire sexual act. And before, after those dreams, I only felt a lingering desire, unlike this time, where
all the desire was released, and my body felt so good.

I felt something strange down there, and quietly reached down to touch it. Ugh, trouble! My underwear was soaked, and my genitals were incredibly
slippery . Frustrated, I got out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom to run a toilet and wet a towel. Then
I returned to my room to wipe myself. I felt guilty and didn't dare make any noise in the bathroom; I didn't
know .

I hid my wet underwear, planning to wash it tomorrow when no one was around. After finishing all that, I lay in
bed , thinking about the dream I just had. It was still so sweet and heart-fluttering. If Ning Que were right next to me, I
would definitely give in to him for everything.

I never imagined a lewd dream could be so powerful. The next day, I felt
strange all day sitting next to Ning Que. When I saw him smile, I thought of us having sex; when I saw him listening attentively in class,
I thought of us having sex; when I saw him diligently working on his problems, I still thought of us having sex. What's wrong with me
today be like this?

In the afternoon, we have an hour of recess every day, and Ning Que and I would go running. I really enjoy long-distance running;
I love the feeling of being drenched in sweat. Ning Que has been running with me since elementary school, and I thought he
liked it too. But that day, after our run, on the way to the classroom, I casually asked him, and he told me he didn't really
enjoy it.

I asked him curiously why he persisted, and Ning Que said, "When I first ran the 3000 meters in elementary school,
I was two laps behind the first-place runner. It was humiliating, and I always wanted to win back. Later, I ran first place in the second year of junior high. I persist in
long-distance running because physical endurance is very important in the future, and I need to build a good foundation now."

This rascal, he's even using such lewd words to tease me now. I'm not that thirsty, and
when we make love, I don't need his stamina. I felt a little shy for the first time, and looking around to make sure no one was there,
I lowered my voice and said to him, "We're still young, I'll give it to you after we graduate from high school."

Ning Que was a little surprised: "I meant that whether you're doing scientific exploration like our father, or working overtime and staying up all night
in an internet company, you'll need good physical strength. Shan Shan, what are you thinking?"

Ah, that's what he meant, not that... sigh, it's all because of that dream last night. My mind
was full of all sorts of messy images of Ning Que and I unconsciously thought about that aspect.

I was speechless for a moment. Ning Que, seeing my expression, smiled mischievously, "Shan Shan, are you thinking about it?"

I was a little embarrassed and annoyed, turning away from him and ignoring him. I didn't say a word to him during evening self-study. Ning
Que knew he had said the wrong thing and didn't dare to provoke me, so he obediently memorized vocabulary all night.

After evening self-study, on the way home, Ning Que walked beside me, still silent. I suddenly felt like we were
both harboring secrets. I finally couldn't help but whisper, "I dreamed about you yesterday."

Ning Que exclaimed, then asked me, "And then?" I continued whispering, "I dreamed about doing 'that' with you..."

Ning Que looked very surprised, "Girls have erotic dreams too?"

Ah, what does that mean? I widened my eyes, "You've had them too?"

Ning Que looked a little embarrassed, nodded, and said, "I used to do it a lot in junior high, but I rarely
did it in high school."

I said "Oh," thinking it was because of the pressure of studying in high school, but later I found out that it wasn't like that at all.
It was simply that Ning Que started masturbating in high school, which was why he stopped having erotic dreams. Ning Que then asked me curiously,
"Is this the first time you've had a dream like this?" I shook my head. "I've had it before, but this time it's a little different."

Looking at Ning Que's curious eyes, I felt a little guilty, but then I thought, this is something I can only tell him,
so I'll ask him. But it felt strange to talk about this on the street. I hesitated for a moment and said,
"Tomorrow is Saturday, a full-day tutoring class. Come to my house on Sunday to study, and I'll tell you about it."

I paused, then continued, "Tell me about your dream too."

Ning Que seemed hesitant. "If I go to your house, your aunt will go shopping, and it'll just be the two of us. Wouldn't it
be easy for something to go wrong if we talked about this?"

I thought for a moment. "Yeah, if you force me, I'll definitely give in in the end."

Ning Que looked a little annoyed. "Forget it, I've been bullied by you since I was little, I have psychological trauma from it
. How could I dare to force myself?"

I smiled secretly, and then... I said to Ning Que, "Then why don't you come to my house? Your uncle is too serious
; I wouldn't dare say these things there."

When we got to my building, I said goodbye to Ning Que and then reminded him somewhat worriedly, "You really
shouldn't anything reckless. We're still too young; it'll affect our studies."

Ning Que smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've tolerated it for over a year."

I knew he was referring to what I had told him after graduating high school. I didn't dare answer and turned to run towards the stairwell, my
face burning, my heart pounding, yet filled with a faint sense of anticipation.

Then, finally, Sunday arrived. My dad was away on a business trip, but my mom didn't go out at all.
She said she had just learned a new recipe from a chef at some hotel and wanted Ning Que and me to try her modified Hakka stuffed tofu.

But I had no appetite for stuffed tofu; I wanted Ning Que to come and eat my stuffed tofu...

After lunch, my mom went to sleep, and Ning Que and I whispered about the details of our dreams in the room. Then
I asked Ning Que what kind of dream he had.

Ning Que blushed and said the content was pretty much the same. I pressed him to tell me who he dreamed about. Ning Que whispered, "You."

I was a little happy and casually asked, "Anything else?"

Ning Que actually stopped talking, looking very guilty. He definitely had something to hide. I kept pressing him, asking
who else. Ning Que finally couldn't hold back and said a name.

Tachibana Risa? It sounded like a Japanese name. I opened my laptop and searched it. Sure enough, it was a
Japanese AV. Ah, she's so beautiful. The cover is so aloof, and the side picture shows her smiling so beautifully. No wonder
Ning Que likes her. I looked at her pictures in Google's image tag. She's a little chubby,
whiter than me, but not as slim as my waist. But her breasts are so big, I'm really envious.

I asked Ning Que uncertainly, "Is she a D cup?"

Ning Que shook his head and honestly replied, "F."

Ah, it seems I'll never catch up. I was a little depressed and whispered to Ning Que, "I'm an A...
would you mind?"

Ning Que smiled and shook his head. I suddenly felt an impulse. Under Ning Que's gaze, I
reached my hand from under my blouse behind my back and unhooked my bra. Then, a little shy but brave, I said to Ning Que,
"Do you want to touch it?"

Ning Que blushed slightly and didn't speak. I saw his hand hesitantly reach out and
place it on my chest through my blouse.

I was a little annoyed. This idiot! If it was just touching through my blouse, why would I need to reach inside and unhook
my bra ? With such thick padding, what could he possibly feel?

However, I hesitated for a moment, and ultimately didn't dare to put his hand inside my clothes. That would be too unladylike
. I whispered, "That's a sponge, not my breast..."

Ning Que finally understood, and his hand, trembling slightly, reached in from below, slipping inside my bra, and gently...
His bra covered my small breasts, but alas, they were too small to feel the sensation of his touch. Ning Que slowly
kneaded them, and I felt my nipples harden, throbbing with excitement and
pleasure under his caresses.

Ning Que's position was awkward; we sat facing each other, one hand on my waist, the other
reaching touch me. Neither of us felt comfortable. I gritted my teeth and then lifted my blouse and bra together
, exposing my tender breasts clearly to Ning Que.

Encouraged by my gentle gaze, Ning Que placed both hands on my breasts. Ugh, using
the word "breasts" is a bit embarrassing; mine are so small. I always felt that breasts should be the kind that could be grasped and held in one's hand
.

Ning Que kneaded for a long time, and I breathed heavily several times. I knew my face must be incredibly red.
Luckily, my mother takes at least two hours of nap on weekends, so she wouldn't catch me in the act.

I said to Ning Que, feeling a little aggrieved, "Ning Que, my arms are so tired." Yes,
my arms ached from holding up my clothes for so long.

Ning Que nodded, took my hand, and stood up. He then moved behind me, wrapped his arms around me from behind,
and reached in to continue touching me. This was much better; neither of us was tired. I felt so comfortable that I could barely stand,
so I leaned against him and let his mischievous hands do whatever they wanted.

I asked softly, panting

, "Aren't you sure you don't think it's too small?" Ning Que whispered back, "It still feels quite fleshy."

I liked that, and whispered, "Then keep touching me."

But Ning Que pulled his right hand out. Just as I was wondering what was going on, his hand slipped inside my waistband
and grabbed my buttocks. I jolted awake, realizing I'd gone too far.

My mom's still here; we can't keep going like this. I pushed Ning Que away forcefully, my face burning,
but I said firmly, "We can't continue."

Ning Que looked somewhat reluctant, yet also a little guilty, and nodded earnestly.

I was silent for a moment, waiting for my heartbeat to calm down, and then said to Ning Que, "It's time to study."

Ning Que nodded, and then we returned to our seats and began studying. We both took out our math books to do problems.
Only difficult math problems could truly pull us out of that idyllic environment we'd just been in; memorizing
vocabulary would definitely make us lose focus.

Ning Que didn't eat at my house that night. I walked him downstairs, and as we parted, I held his
hand, made up my mind, and softly said, "It's really not possible now. Let's wait until winter break. When no one's home,
you can touch me however you want."

But when winter break started, Ning Que didn't get that chance. This winter break, for the first time, I didn't
spend the whole time with Ning Que. My dad took me to Beijing to visit his mentor, and then took me to see
the campuses of Peking University and Tsinghua University to see which school I liked.

Then, that day, my dad and I, wearing thick down jackets, walked around the two universities all day long.
The modern office buildings at the east gate of Tsinghua University dazzled my eyes.

Dad asked me, "Shanshan, do you prefer Tsinghua or Peking University?"

I shook my head and said, "The air in Beijing is too bad, I don't like it. My throat is
sore ."

Dad hesitated for a moment, "Then how about we go to Shanghai to take a look when we go back?"

I shook my head again, "Everyone says the men and women there are stingy, calculating, and very xenophobic. I don't want to go."

Unexpectedly, Dad smiled happily and said, "Then stay in Guangdong. Sun Yat-sen University and South China University of
Technology are both very good."

I nodded, thinking to myself, "Ning Que, you can't get into Tsinghua or Peking University, you can't get into Fudan or Shanghai Jiao Tong University,
but you have to get into Sun Yat-sen University for me."

That night, I called Ning Que and told him that Dad had taken me to see Tsinghua and Peking University, and then
waited silently for Ning Que's reply.

Ning Que said, "Go to Tsinghua, not Peking University."

I asked, "Why?"

Ning Que said, "Tsinghua has already erected a bronze statue for Ye Qisun, but Peking University still hasn't erected a statue for Hu Shi."

I said "Oh," and then gently asked, "Then what about you?"

Ning Que hesitated for a moment, "I should be able to get into Beihang University or Beijing Institute of Technology."

I shook my head and gently said to Ning Que, "Let's both apply to Sun Yat-sen University."

Ning Que was silent for a moment, and then said to me, "Shanshan, you don't need to make such a big sacrifice for me."

I comforted him, "I can't get into a good department at Tsinghua, so it's better to study a good major at Sun Yat-sen University."

Ning Que gently hummed in agreement. I knew he felt guilty, so I smiled and said, "Now girls are even giving you
love letters, I have to keep a close eye on you."

Ning Que's tone was very serious, "Don't worry, I won't."

I gently hummed in agreement, thinking to myself that it was worth it.

When I got home, the New Year was over, and my parents had gone to work. That afternoon, Ning Que came to find me, took
my hand, and without saying a word, we just smiled at each other like fools.

Ning Que gently pulled me, and I happily threw myself into his arms. He hugged me tightly, and
I savored the warmth of his embrace. After making such a significant decision about our trip to Beijing, my heart
was completely tied to Ning Que. At this moment, I would agree to anything he asked.

Perhaps he couldn't forget what happened that day and was still thinking about my promise. Ning Que's hand
slipped inside my pajama bottoms, squeezing my buttocks. I gently shifted my body, pressing myself tightly against him.
Ning Que's hand kneaded through the fabric for a while, but perhaps not satisfied, he slipped it directly into my underwear. I
didn't resist at all. My face was burning, and I felt a fire burning down there too.

Those two devilish hands were kneading and caressing my buttocks, my soft flesh
changing shape in their grasp. I hugged him tightly, a sudden urge to slip my hands inside his shorts
and touch him like that. But I didn't dare. This wasn't the same as what he'd done to me before. Doing this now
would be tantamount to provoking him to have sex, which was too inappropriate. Even if we did have sex, it would have been Ning Que who initiated it;
the boy had taken the initiative. I, a girl, couldn't do something like that to provoke a boy.

Ning Que suddenly pulled his hands away, lifted me up forcefully, and placed me back on the bed. I was nervous .
Ning Que was going to do it for real, but I was only a high school sophomore. Was this a bad idea? While I was still in a daze, Ning Que's hands were already...
He had reached my most private place, and I knew his hands must be slippery, just like when I wipe
myself .

Ning Que came over with a wicked grin and kissed my lips. I opened my eyes and looked at him, a little nervous, but
I didn't want to stop him. I had said that if he forced me, I would definitely give in to him, but even
if he didn't force me, I would still give in to him. I had no desire to resist at all.

Ning Que should know very well what was slippery down there. I was a little shy and didn't look at him.
Ning Que unbuttoned my thick cotton nightgown, and he should have already seen my completely naked breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra today; I had been looking forward to this moment
the whole time .

Ning Que's lips pressed against mine, gently sucking on my nipple. It was so itchy, yet so sensitive. With his
gentle sucking and the teasing of his tongue, I moaned softly with my eyes closed.

Ning Que's right hand began to gently knead my other breast. The two different sensations on my chest
completely intoxicated me, and I couldn't help but ask Ning Que to kiss me harder.

Ning Que's lips and hands became rougher, and both of my nipples began to ache slightly, but it
felt so good, so exciting. His left hand started to pull down my pajama pants, but it was a bit difficult with one hand. I
hesitated for a moment, but in the end, I was too shy to take them off myself. I just leaned my buttocks slightly, making it
easy for Ning Que to pull them down. Half of my private parts were exposed to him.

What should I do? Ning Que must really want them, but I'm only 17 years old.
Is it really okay to eat the forbidden fruit so early? But I want them too. I can feel the fire inside me,
that's naked lust. I really want that kind of pain and pleasure, and the release like fireworks, like in novels
.

"Forget it, whatever. Let Ning Que do whatever he wants. Anyway, it was his initiative. I just
didn't refuse him, so I'm not a bad girl.

" Having made this decision silently, my tense nerves immediately relaxed, and I became even more engrossed in Ning
Que's caresses. His lips had already left my nipple, but I was even more excited because his left hand
had reached deep inside, constantly teasing my wettest and softest spot. The unprecedented stimulation
made my scalp tingle.

"Come in, come in, I'm willing," I silently murmured, hoping.

But why did he stop? He pulled his hand out, and his right hand stopped
moving . I opened my eyes in surprise and saw Ning Que's serious expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Shanshan, do you know there's a lump in your left breast?" Ning Que asked with concern.

I shook my head, confused.

"There's one in your right breast too," Ning Que said seriously, checking with his other hand.

I touched it myself, puzzled. It was there; you really couldn't feel it unless you checked carefully.

"Is it a tumor?" Ning Que asked cautiously.

Suddenly, I was so frightened that all desire vanished. I asked Ning Que fearfully, "Do you think it's
breast cancer?" An aunt in our compound just died of that disease. Could I suffer the same fate?

Ning Que immediately got out of bed, opened his laptop, and started searching for "breast cancer tumor." I pulled up my pants,
not even buttoning my pajamas, and ran to his side to look at the information together.

We carefully examined my breasts against the search results. It was indeed less than 2 centimeters,
and it was mobile, though not large. It hurt when I squeezed it hard, and it also hurt when I moved it around a lot.
It seemed like I had all the symptoms of breast cancer. The more we looked, the more frightened we became. I felt like crying.

My youth had just begun, my most beautiful years, my most beautiful love—was it going to end before I even tasted them
? I gripped Ning Que's hand tightly in fear.

Ning Que comforted me, saying that only the characteristics of the lump were similar; the other skin features and secretions were different, so
it probably wasn't. I felt a warmth in my heart. He must have been afraid I was too scared, so he made up an excuse to comfort me. The lump
was the most important characteristic; everything else was secondary. I definitely had breast cancer.

We sat there blankly, staring at each other. Seeing Ning Que's worried face, I felt
less lost. I quietly said to him, "I'll go get checked tomorrow. If it really is cancer,
I'll give you my virginity, and then you can go find another girl to be your wife."

Ning Que gripped my hand tightly, his eyes resolute: "Shanshan, no, you'll be alright.
And no matter what you become, I'll stay by your side and never leave you."

I hummed in agreement and threw myself into his arms, hugging him tightly, and finally couldn't hold back my tears.

That afternoon, when Ning Que left, he squeezed my hand tightly. I knew what he meant—to
reassure that I would be alright.

During dinner, my mother noticed my pale face and asked what was wrong. I told her I had a stomachache to cover it up.
After dinner, I went back to my room and stared blankly at my books, unable to concentrate.

Just then, my phone rang. It was a text from Ning Que: "Shan Shan, search 'breast lumps during puberty'."

Hmm? What's going on? I started searching for that, and the more I read, the more relaxed
I felt .

I called Ning Que and told him I found it. He laughed and said, "We've
been going in the wrong . We shouldn't have started with breast cancer; we should have started with breast lumps."

I laughed and said, "So almost half of girls experience this during puberty. Our textbooks are really
terrible."

Ning Que also said, "Yes, yes, biology textbooks are even worse than language arts textbooks."

I knew he was referring to that ridiculous poem he wrote in the first year of high school, and I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Ning Que was laughing on the other end of the phone. After he finished laughing, I hesitated for a moment before saying to him, "
But you still shouldn't touch my breasts anymore. The internet says to avoid stimulating them and keep your nipples clean."

Ning Que readily agreed; he was probably still shaken. He must have been terrified today.

This incident had a huge impact on us. For the entire second year of high school, we stayed at the stage of
kissing , never daring to be as unrestrained as we were during winter break.

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