[Urban] New Game World (Complete) - 28-30

☆、22 The time squeezed out should be... (Caution)

Jian Ya obediently parked the car in front of an empty warehouse. After putting it in P, she turned to Zhan Zijie and asked with a smile, "How was my driving?" But after noticing his unusually serious expression, she added, "What's wrong?"

"Can you tell me what happened?" He opened Guan Qijun's text message and handed it to Jian Ya.

Jian Ya read the two extremely short text messages and said frankly, "I ran into him at the supermarket yesterday. He was completely drunk, so I took him home."

Even if she was telling the truth, she had clearly lied about the origin of the phone number. Why was she contacting Keith behind his back?

"What's wrong?" Jian Ya was confused, seeing his still grim expression.

Why did she always make him such a suspicious man, always making him uneasy? He really hated her. He didn't want to answer or ask anymore.

Seeing his silence, Jian Ya feared he would ignore her again, so she quickly added, "I really don't know how he got my number. Last time at Sissi's birthday party, he saved his number for me, saying I could ask him if I couldn't find you. But I've never contacted him."

Zhan Zijie sighed, looking at her innocent eyes. He didn't want to believe Jian Ya was the kind of girl who would be so careful as to delete call logs and text messages. He glanced at the timetable in the car; he didn't have much time left today, and he didn't want to waste it. He forced a smile, patted his thigh, and said, "Sit on me." Jian

Ya saw the burning desire in his eyes, and her heart raced. He changed so quickly! Just here? It's not much better than the rooftop of the teaching building... And remembering the time she had cramps during sex in the car last time, she couldn't help but feel awkward.

"Come here," Zhan Zijie's voice sounded a little hurried.

Yesterday she was annoyed that she hadn't finished, but now she had a chance to make up for it, and if she refused again, he might really lose interest in her... Jian Ya convinced herself and bravely climbed on top of him.

Zhan Zijie immediately pulled her into his arms, parting her thighs to press her private parts against his. "Aya..." His slender, beautiful fingers gently caressed the contours of her face.

"Mmm," Jian Ya shuddered at his touch. She looked at Zhan Zijie, his beautiful eyes fixed on hers, even his fluttering eyelashes were alluring.

She was once again captivated by his appearance, completely mesmerized.

"Kiss me," he said, a sexy smile playing on his lips.

As if under a spell, Jian Ya obediently offered her lips. After a few caresses of his soft lips, he suddenly captured them in his mouth, and the next second he took the initiative, kissing her deeply. His hands slipped inside her clothes, quickly unhooking her bra and kneading her breasts in circles.

"Ugh..." Jian Ya couldn't withstand the stimulation and twisted her body, trying to tilt her head back to avoid him. Zhan Zijie immediately reached out and cupped the back of her head, continuing his wild kiss. Jian Ya could only let him caress and kiss her until she was almost breathless before she started to push him away.

Zhan Zijie groaned and released her, his handsome face filled with lust. He impatiently unbuckled his belt and pulled out his thick, hard penis, rubbing it against Jian Ya's private parts through her panties.

Jian Ya blushed at the hard thing beneath her, trying to move her buttocks back, but he held her up. He rubbed faster and faster, letting out hoarse growls, his eyes fixed on her.

Jian Ya quickly avoided his burning gaze, her private parts tingling with pleasure from his rubbing, and the emptiness returned. She cried out helplessly, "Don't do this..." The teasing was making her uncomfortable.

"Then you put this thing in yourself," he said, no longer rubbing her, but thrusting into her repeatedly.

The cotton fabric was pushed into her small hole, making Jian Ya feel even more itchy, and she shook her head helplessly at his words.

"Be good, put it in yourself," Zhan Zijie thrust harder, panting and seducing her.

Jian Ya bit her lower lip, feeling a little embarrassed, but she got up, took off her underwear, and sat back on him. Her small hands trembled slightly as she grasped Zhan Zijie's thick member.

Zhan Zijie reached out and enveloped her small hand, making her hold his member tightly. "Is it thick?"

"Mmm..." It was very thick. "

Is it hard?"

"Mmm..." It was very hard; it was hard to imagine a man's erection could be this hard.

"Is it long?"

Could he please stop asking...? She was so embarrassed. "Mmm..."

"Then hurry up and put it in," Zhan Zijie urged with a smile; he really wanted to take her hard.

Jian Ya bit her lower lip even harder, gripping the member and inserting it into her extremely empty little hole. The member had only gone in a little over halfway when both of them couldn't help but groan and moan softly.

"Sit down, hurry up!" Zhan Zijie patted her buttocks, squinting his eyes to enjoy the pleasure of his desire being enveloped by soft flesh.

Jian Ya supported herself on his shoulders and slowly sat down; his member was really thick, and she adjusted to its size as she sat down.

"It's so slow!" Zhan Zijie couldn't stand it any longer, so he grabbed her waist and pressed down hard.

"Ah!" Jian Ya was completely stretched open and filled at once, the penis inside her was very deep, and a dull, throbbing pain made her involuntarily cry out.

"Oh...it feels so good!" Zhan Zijie sighed with satisfaction.

Author's Note:

I wrote this this afternoon.

I know some of my readers aren't very talkative, but I really want to say thank you.

Although it's a story, the feelings I expressed were very real. The story of "Entanglement" was originally in the "Unstoppable" section. At that time, I told myself that I should write things that didn't matter if they were popular, things about the place I lived in, things about what I considered to be the most youthful and beautiful time of my life.

(Of course, there may not be absolute perfection, and there will definitely be regrets, but I believe everyone has tried their best to protect their first love.) The characters in the story are all created after observing many people around me xd. I also want to thank zoe168 and smallcrabs1; I didn't feel lonely while writing.

☆、23 Only I Can Touch Here (Caution)

Zhan Zijie held Jian Ya's pert buttocks, moving them up and down rapidly. The round, plump feel made him unconsciously knead and squeeze them. When Jian Ya sat down, he spread her buttocks apart, and when he helped her up, he squeezed them tightly, rhythmically controlling her vagina to open and close.

"Oh...it feels so good!" He took a deep breath and shouted excitedly again, looking up at Jian Ya. Her beautiful face was flushed with a lovely pink from desire. She bit her lower lip, only letting out rapid breaths. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her gaze was wandering, making her look extremely shy.

This woman was so wet down there, making every thrust smooth and comfortable for him. Her body was clearly very passionate, but she couldn't let go emotionally.

Wouldn't it be better to give herself to him without reservation? He wanted all of her. Zhan Zijie stopped what he was doing and coaxed Jian Ya, "You move yourself, okay?"

Jian Ya's face turned even redder, and she said in a very soft voice, "I don't know how..."

"Like this, move up and down, or back and forth, move however you feel comfortable," Zhan Zijie said, demonstrating as he spoke.

"Ah..." Jian Ya couldn't help but groan as he moved. Was she too fat? Was he getting tired of holding her? Jian Ya didn't refuse and started moving up and down on her own, supporting herself on his shoulders.

Perhaps because she was in control of the rhythm, her senses became exceptionally clear. She could clearly feel his thing pressing against her flesh. The enormous size amazed her and made her afraid to sit all the way down, so she only slowly sat down a little and then got up.

The awkward, clumsy movements gave Zhan Zijie a strange thrill, yet also left him unsatisfied. He vigorously kneaded Jian Ya's breasts, urging her in a slightly hoarse voice, "Aya, faster... oh... sit down a little more..."

Jian Ya obediently moved faster, but still only shallowly in and out. Zhan Zijie could no longer restrain himself, grabbing her breasts and thrusting deeply into her.

"Ah!" Jian Ya cried out from his sudden penetration. Zhan Zijie, even more excited, thrust deeper and deeper into the soft flesh of her little hole. "Isn't this more comfortable?"

"Mmm..." Jian Ya answered honestly. Moving on her own wasn't as comfortable as him. Zhan Zijie thrust harder and harder, as if trying to pierce through her. Jian Ya was almost bounced up from the thrusts, but the force felt incredibly good to her! She finally couldn't help but cry out, "Ah...ah...Zhan Zijie..."

Hearing her moans, Zhan Zijie once again forcefully pushed open the tender flesh inside her vagina and thrust all the way in. "Say it if it feels good, don't stop!"

"Ah...um...Zhan Zijie...no...ah!" Jian Ya cried out passionately a few times before begging for mercy. His thing was thrusting more and more fiercely, making her almost unable to bear it.

"No what?" Zhan Zijie asked, panting heavily. Her little hole was wet and tight, and it felt incredibly good to be penetrated. He no longer cared about who was the one who initiated or was passive. He held Jian Ya's slender waist and thrust his thick penis in and out like a madman.

He wanted her every day. Even when he was exhausted after work, he still thought how wonderful it would be to hold her and make love to her. He really needed her body, he really needed her company, he really needed her presence.

However, making love to her was really not easy.

"Ah...Zhan Zijie!" Jian Ya's lower body was numb from being penetrated, and her body was curled up and trembling uncontrollably. The stimulation made her mind go blank except for calling his name.

"Isn't it great?" The urge to ejaculate surged fiercely. Zhan Zijie growled a few times, his expression contorted, forcing himself to hold back. He wanted Jian Ya to climax first.

"Ah...no more! Ah...I can't take it...I really can't!" The pleasure from her lower body was overwhelming, her uterus throbbing painfully. Jian Ya shook her head helplessly and screamed.

Zhan Zijie felt her vagina begin to contract violently. He was almost forced to ejaculate, but just as his desire reached its peak, he pulled out abruptly, grasping his penis and ejaculating all his semen into his hand.

Both of them were panting and trembling from this intense lovemaking, unable to recover for a long time. The car was filled with the rich scent of lovemaking, making them even more intoxicated. Zhan Zijie let out a long breath, took out some tissues to wipe his hands clean, and tightly hugged Jian Ya, who was slumped on top of him.

"Aya..."

"Mmm," Jian Ya responded groggily.

Zhan Zijie reached his hand towards her soaking wet private parts, saying with a mix of emotion and declaration, "Only I can touch this."

"Mmm," Jian Ya murmured, a shy sweetness welling up inside her.

Author's Note:

Thank you xd

☆, 24 He Only Wanted Her

Zhan Zijie said nothing, but repeatedly stroked Jian Ya's long hair. The first thing he learned in life was not to be greedy, because there were too many things he wanted but couldn't have. After getting used to it, he found that actively not demanding anything made life easier.

But the woman in his arms, he truly wanted her. Not wanting anything else besides her wasn't too much to ask, was it…?

Jian Ya was simple, and he hoped she would remain simple, never changing. Because this made him believe he could satisfy her, give her everything she wanted. He was willing to give, and he would try his best to give. Zhan Zijie sighed softly, released her, gently helped her put on her underwear, straightened his clothes, opened the door, and got out of the car. "I'll take you home."

This hasty one-night stand felt a bit like a friends-with-benefits situation, but Jian Ya knew he was in a hurry to get to work. After a long silence, she looked at him as he drove intently and asked cautiously, "Is working hard?"

Zhan Zijie was taken aback at first, then turned to look at her with a complicated expression, trying to decipher the meaning behind her words without saying a word. He didn't want her to know, nor did he want to lie to her. "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Jian Ya noticed his evasiveness and quickly forced a smile. "Summer vacation is coming soon, and I want to go out and work."

Zhan Zijie was surprised again. "What do you want to work for?"

"Many of my classmates work, and I want to try it too." This was the truth, but few people work long hours every day during the school year like Zhan Zijie.

"What's the point of following the trend? All the

part-time jobs outside are a mess. You should just stay home," Zhan Zijie raised his handsome eyebrows, domineeringly rejecting her. Zhan Zijie would definitely be working even harder during summer vacation, and she might spend even less time with him than she did now. She didn't want to be bored, and she didn't want to be a freeloader. Jian Ya, however, remained stubborn. "I'll find a more formal job,"

Zhan Zijie glanced at her, and after driving a few blocks, he said, "Whatever, but let me know before you start."

Jian Ya's mouth dropped open in surprise, and after blinking several times, she smiled brightly. "Okay!"

Before summer vacation even started, Jian Ya had already started looking for part-time work, but she quickly discovered a disheartening fact—her age was a problem. Although many part-time jobs didn't strictly define 16 or 17 as the legal working age, to avoid trouble, they unwritten rules accepted applicants over 17. As for jobs like car washes, gas stations, or illegal restaurant work, they clearly didn't meet Zhan Zijie's "formal" standard.

Once a person has an idea, they become inexplicably stubborn, determined to achieve it. Jian Ya was in that state right now. Even while shopping for ingredients for her charity lunch at the supermarket, she would look around to see if there were any job postings. Just then, someone tapped her on the shoulder. Jian Ya looked up and saw it was Sissi.

"Jian Ya, I didn't expect to run into you here!" Sissi smiled charmingly.

"Hello," Jian Ya replied, equally surprised.

"Buying so much food? Do you live around here?" Sissi asked, looking at the things in Jian Ya's shopping cart.

"It's alright, not too far." A taxi ride back and forth wasn't too expensive.

"Where do you live?" Sissi pressed on.

Jian Ya had no choice but to tell her the name of her neighborhood.

"Oh, I see! Well, my house is quite close to yours."

Jian Ya suddenly remembered the time a certain playboy drove drunk past this supermarket late at night. It wasn't that the world was too small; he might have been giving Sissi a ride home.

"The holidays are almost here, what are your plans?" Sissi, pushing an empty cart, accompanied Jian Ya to the supermarket.

"I want to work," Jian Ya honestly stated her wish.

"Work? What kind of work?" Sissi glanced at Jian Ya's Prada wallet and J12 watch, asking with a strange expression.

Jian Ya wasn't oblivious, but she didn't want to explain, sighing somewhat dejectedly, "I haven't found one yet. I'm too young and don't meet the requirements for formal part-time jobs right now."

"If you can't find one, so be it. It's so boring not to go out and have fun during your holidays!" Sissi pouted her honey-colored lips, looking unconcerned. "I was thinking of going to New York to do some shopping or something, but Keith said he's going to Mexico for a week. I think it'll be nice to soak up the sun anyway."

Jian Ya smiled and didn't say anything.

"By the way, have you been to Cabau? Is it better than Cancun?"

The conversation then turned entirely to travel. Actually, Jian Ya wanted to tell her that going to Mexico at this time of year might mean encountering the rainy season, but considering how enthusiastic Jian Ya was, she decided not to dampen her spirits. After settling the bill, Jian Ya said a bunch of polite things like wishing them a pleasant trip, and then left in a hurry.

The next evening, Jian Ya was reviewing her studies when her phone suddenly rang. Zhan Zijie usually wouldn't call her at this time. Curious, she picked up the phone, and the screen displayed—Keith Kwan.

Author's Note:

Second update today xd

I'm on my period and rolling around in bed~ Sigh, I hope my darlings who are about to have their periods eat less iced food tt Keith is out again /mouth\ But this time it wasn't a disaster, it was rather unexpected (to be continued).

Girls like Sissi are very good at reading people, and girls like fairies usually don't have much luck with girls. Actually, this isn't really about same-sex repulsion, but rather that these types are afraid others won't see their shining points. I think it's not worth it, why bother? But everyone has their own way of living, I'm just writing it down~ I don't mean I hate it.

As for Jian Ya, she's portrayed as a simple-minded type. She's not obsessed with designer brands, but her family provides the means and expects her to be this way (so realistic, I'll mention it later).

Okay, enough rambling xd Hope you guys enjoy reading this, I'm about to collapse~

☆, 25 Is he meddling?

Jian Ya frowned, staring at her phone screen, hesitating whether to answer. After all, Keith was a stranger to her, and she had nothing to say to him. However, the ringtone kept ringing as persistently as last time.

"Hello?"

The other person seemed surprised that she answered, and there was no sound.

"Hello?" Jian Ya greeted him again.

"Jian Ya?" A not-too-unpleasant male voice came from the other end of the line. Jian Ya

gave a muffled "Mmm."

Guan Qijun chuckled to himself and asked how she was doing lately. Jian Ya still gave a "Mmm." Guan Qijun then said he thought he had dialed the wrong number, because no one answered when he dialed this number several times last time.

"Zhan Zijie was teaching me to drive then, but I received your text message." Remembering how he not only kept her up late but also almost caused a misunderstanding between her and Zhan Zijie, Jian Ya's tone hardened.

Guan Qijun clearly hadn't expected Jian Ya to be so cold towards him, and the atmosphere of their call suddenly became awkward. "Did you need something?" Jian Ya tried to soften her tone; if not, she really wanted to hang up.

"Sissi told me yesterday that you were looking for part-time work?" His tone became more serious.

"Yeah." Jian Ya felt a little uncomfortable; she didn't think there was anything to spread around like this.

"My friend said a branch in SC is hiring, and it's quite close to your house. Are you interested?"

Of course she was interested, but she had seen the job posting before. "I'm not old enough; they probably won't hire me."

"Just tell me if you're interested, and I'll take care of the rest."

Was this some kind of windfall? Jian Ya was a little stunned. Working at SC would be ideal, but even if Guan Qijun was rich, he had no connection to SC… “I don’t think they’ll really hire me…” She didn’t want to be tricked by him again.

“Why don’t you give it a try? Meet me at the store at 10 am tomorrow, okay?” Guan Qijun laughed on the other end of the phone.

“Okay…” Although Jian Ya lacked confidence, she was lured by Guan Qijun’s confidence.

“See you tomorrow then.” Guan Qijun hung up without another word.

Jian Ya stared at her phone for a while, still feeling completely unreal. But tomorrow was Saturday; instead of staying home and sleeping in, she decided to give herself a chance.

Jian Ya arrived at SC 10 minutes early and knew he was already there when she saw the conspicuous Ferrari. Guan Qijun opened the door and got out of the car. This boy certainly knew how to dress; he mixed Armani and Diesel very well. Looking at his handsome, angular face, Jian Ya had to admit that Guan Qijun was a very good-looking guy, but his smile brought out all his restless energy.

"A man can't lose because of software..." Jian Ya felt her sentimentality was a bit pointless, so she smiled and said hi to him.

Guan Qijun smiled back at her, and after exchanging a few casual words, he handed Jian Ya her driver's license and social security card. "When they go in, if they want your information, just fill it out according to what's on this driver's license. If they need to make copies of your documents, give them these two as well."

Jian Ya stared blankly at the documents in her hand, suddenly realizing what Guan Qijun wanted her to do. "This won't work! They'll know it's not me at a glance!"

"Don't worry, in their eyes, all people with black hair and black eyes look the same. I know someone who's tried it this way, and it's fine."

Was he teaching her how to skirt the rules? She just wanted a proper part-time job, but there was no need to go to such lengths. This guy was really just trying to rip her off. Jian Ya quickly shoved the documents back to Guan Qijun. "Thanks, but I'll look for other jobs."

Guan Qijun raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you in a hurry to find work?" Although helping her get these documents was a small favor, it was still a favor he wasn't willing to do. He was annoyed that the effort he'd put into her was being so easily dismissed. Besides, Jake was working because of special circumstances, but what about her? This girl seemed to come from a well-off family, but he'd seen plenty of people who were poor yet dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, especially girls. He'd been with many like that.

If Jian Ya was one of them, he really didn't know whether to be more disappointed or relieved.

"I really want to work, but..." You can't lie like this!

"These documents aren't fake, and this woman's photo looks a lot like you. It's just to make things easier for you when you're looking for a job. You'll only work for two months at most, who cares?" Guan Qijun really thought Jian Ya was a bit stubborn.

“I don’t want to cause trouble,” Jian Ya said honestly.

“Okay then. Actually, there are many part-time jobs that don’t have many age requirements, if you urgently need money,” Guan Qijun said with a smirk, somewhat impulsively.

Author’s Note:

Keith was hurt. He felt like he had condescended to be treated unfairly. This man’s sense of superiority started to flare up again; at this moment, he must have felt like he was sick.

Playboys who have played around a lot naturally know which types are fun and which are not, and obviously know they should stop here and continue their carefree lifestyle without all this trouble. But people… you can’t see through them.

☆, 26 Don’t do this again .

Jian Ya almost blurted out that she wasn’t doing it for the money, but looking at Guan Qijun’s arrogant face, she swallowed back all the words she wanted to explain. "I really didn't want this to happen. I'm sorry to have made you come all this way for nothing."

Guan Qijun chuckled, shrugged at Jian Ya, and said, "It's okay, I'm leaving now." The next second, he jumped into his car, and with a screeching engine, the car sped past Jian Ya.

Jian Ya was left standing at the store entrance, watching the car disappear into a red dot in the distance, feeling somewhat displeased. He asked her to do something underhanded, so it was normal for her not to agree, right? He mocked her, and she didn't even mind, yet he put on airs? Besides, she was the one who was dragged out, or rather, she was the one who made a wasted trip! This guy is really strange!

Jian Ya sulked for a while at the SC store entrance, then walked around aimlessly for a bit, still feeling somewhat gloomy. So she decided not to go home and wandered around aimlessly until evening. Feeling hungry, she went to a Hong Kong-style restaurant and ate something. Seeing everyone else in groups while she was all alone, she picked up her phone to call Zhan Zijie, but then put it back in her bag.

If she couldn't find anything to do during the summer vacation, she could really foresee how terrible her life would be. The urge to see Zhan Zijie was so strong that Jian Ya couldn't shake it off, so she ordered some more food and had the waiter pack it into a cardboard box.

She rushed to Zhan Zijie's house, dialed his room number, but no one answered. He was probably still working... Jian Ya waited outside the apartment building with the takeout in her hand.

She waited a long time, until it was so dark she couldn't see her hand in front of her face, but the thought of seeing him filled her with joy, not impatience. Around midnight, her phone rang. It was Zhan Zijie.

"Are you asleep?"

"No."

"What are you doing?"

"It's a secret," Jian Ya smiled sweetly at the phone.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end. "Okay, then go to sleep early." (

She thought to herself, "Even if I go to sleep early, I hope you come back early," her smile widening.)

"So happy?"

"Yeah!" Jian Ya imagined Zhan Zijie raising an eyebrow, looking incredibly handsome, and she giggled even more.

Zhan Zijie seemed to be infected by her laughter and chuckled softly. "Silly girl."

One of the most wonderful things in the world is that girls always feel sweet when their boyfriends call them silly or idiots. Jian Ya readily agreed.

"Sigh, go to sleep early, I'm hanging up," Zhan Zijie's voice was incredibly gentle.

After hanging up, Jian Ya eagerly awaited his return, but it wasn't until more than an hour later that Zhan Zijie returned to his apartment. He parked his car and was immediately surprised to see Jian Ya. The next second, he frowned and said angrily, "What are you doing here?"

His reaction was completely opposite to what Jian Ya had expected. Jian Ya stared at him blankly, "I..."

"I called you just now and you were already here?" Zhan Zijie's dark eyes were fixed on her.

"Yes..."

"When did you get here?" His tone was even colder.

Jian Ya hadn't even reacted yet, let alone thought of lying. She honestly held up the takeout in her hand, "I bought some food and came over." Zhan Zijie

stared at her for a moment with a complicated expression, "Don't do this again." Then he opened the apartment door and led her inside.

She just wanted to give him a surprise, and she thought he would be happy, but it wasn't like this. Jian Ya lowered her head sadly, and the moment she followed him into the room, he pressed her against the door and kissed her passionately.

"Ugh..." Jian Ya was startled, and the takeout fell to the ground.

Zhan Zijie released her lips, stroked her face, and said with utmost seriousness, "Don't lie to me like that again." Did she know how painful it was for him to see her like this?

Author's Note:

I originally wanted to write a thank-you letter, but when I want to write, nothing can stop me~ I'll thank you all tomorrow xd I'm in a good mood (although a little inexplicable \口/). I recommend the song I'm listening to: One Life by Hedley. Don't worry, those of you waiting for the steamy scenes~ Jian Ya has already gone to Jake's house (beep──beep──beep).

Good luck everyone in August!!!

☆, 27 The Key (Caution)

Jian Ya looked at Zhan Zijie, who was so serious it was almost frightening, and suddenly felt wronged. "I just wanted to give you a surprise..."

Her pitiful appearance made his heart tighten. He wasn't blaming her, but blaming himself, because he had kept it from her and made her wait like an idiot for several hours... Not to mention how boring it must have been, what if something unexpected happened while she was waiting... He really couldn't help but get angry.

Actually, he was angrier at himself for lying first than at her lying.

Zhan Zijie turned around, took a key from beside the shoe cabinet, and handed it to Jian Ya. "The door code is 1010."

Jian Ya clutched the key, blinked in disbelief, and then forced a smile.

Zhan Zijie watched, sighing. Actually, she wouldn't be able to see him even if she came… "I work at night and on weekends, so I'm usually not home."

Jian Ya's eyes widened even more. He… he said it out loud?

Seeing her surprised expression, Zhan Zijie immediately explained nonchalantly, "I get bored staying home alone, so I started working. Plus, the people at my workplace are nice, so I stayed."

Jian Ya nodded vigorously.

This woman is really… Zhan Zijie couldn't help but smirk, stepping forward to hug Jian Ya. "If you can stay here overnight, then come. Otherwise, you'd better stay home obediently, okay?"

"Okay!" Jian Ya obediently agreed.

Zhan Zijie pulled away slightly and kissed her again, asking between kisses, "Are you going home tonight?"

Before Jian Ya could answer, he immediately added, "I don't want you to go home." He then began to touch her, making Jian Ya tremble all over. She awkwardly tried to pull away, "Are you hungry? I...I'll heat up some food for you." She had spent the whole night fantasizing about his happy eating.

"Hungry," Zhan Zijie answered, but he held her even tighter, capturing her pink lips in another passionate kiss. His increasingly rapid breaths hit her face, causing Jian Ya to tremble again. He was extremely satisfied with the reaction of the person in his arms, cupping her firm buttocks and pressing them against his lower body, silently conveying his desire.

Jian Ya was dizzy from his kisses, her legs pressed against his erect member. Suddenly, her mind was filled with images of the two of them making love. Was she fantasizing now?! She hurriedly pushed him away, embarrassed. "I'll go get you something to eat..."

"Silly girl, I want to eat you," Zhan Zijie said with a laugh, looking at the awkward Jian Ya.

"Ah—" Jian Ya blushed even more.

"What 'ah'?" Zhan Zijie teased her. Although he wanted her right now, he had worked up a lot of sweat after a busy day. "Aya, come take a shower with me

." "Ah—" Jian Ya was dragged to the bathroom the next second. He undressed her so quickly that she was stripped naked before she could even feel shy. Although Jian Ya covered her important three points with her hands, her eyes couldn't help but glance at Zhan Zijie. Zhan Zijie was tall and thin, but his buttocks were quite fleshy... Jian Ya was speechless at herself studying the curves of a man's buttocks, and quickly moved her gaze upwards—Zhan Zijie was turning around and smiling at her.

She forgot which beauty was described by the phrase "a smile that could launch a thousand ships," but for a moment just now, Zhan Zijie was truly stunning!

Zhan Zijie saw this and his smile deepened. His woman was infatuated with him, and it would be too much of a thrill if he wasn't secretly pleased. He grabbed Jian Ya and pulled her into the bathtub, then grabbed the showerhead and sprayed water on her.

"Ah!" Jian Ya shuddered, immediately wiping her eyes from the stinging water. As he sprayed her, Zhan Zijie kneaded her full breasts. The sensation in his palms made his throat tighten, and he couldn't help but lean down and suckle her nipple.

"Ah..." Jian Ya couldn't help but moan at his actions. She tried to push him away but was pressed against the wall. The cold porcelain surface made her shudder again. Zhan Zijie simply dropped the showerhead, one hand caressing her breasts, the other reaching down to her genitals, rubbing her full labia.

"Ah...no...no...isn't this a bath..." Jian Ya's lower abdomen convulsed from his caresses. She grabbed his head, trying to push him away, but her fingers gripped his hair helplessly.

The burning heat between her legs scorched his fingers, and the soft, smooth touch made him even more aroused. Zhan Zijie spread her legs wider, his middle finger thrusting rapidly into her vagina, while his thumb pressed against her clitoris, circling it repeatedly.

"Ah... Zhan Zijie... ah..." Jian Ya immediately pulled at his hair, screaming softly, her body twisting and turning against the wall, unable to withstand such sudden and overwhelming stimulation.

Zhan Zijie, however, moved his head from her left breast to her right, sucking and kissing her more vigorously. The moment his middle finger withdrew from her body, he added his index finger, the two fingers moving in and out simultaneously, occasionally circling and scraping the tender flesh inside her vagina, teasing Jian Ya to the extreme.

"No! Zhan Zijie! Ah—" This was the first time Zhan Zijie had used his fingers like this; usually, he would just touch her genitals and then insert his penis. Although his fingers were much shorter and thinner than his penis, and his nails were hard and scratched her painfully, the rapid thrusting also brought an indescribable pleasure.

Zhan Zijie looked up at her, her beautiful eyes filled with pain. This expression excited him. For some reason, the more helpless she seemed, the more he wanted to tease her, just like three years ago… Was he addicted to her?

Author's Note:

Jake honestly said, though not very specifically…

Sometimes a key is a kind of promise, right? xd

☆, 28 Sometimes it's just to satisfy the other person (Caution)

"Aya, does it feel good?" Zhan Zijie thrust his fingers in and out faster, increasing the force of his thumb playing with her clitoris.

"Ah… I… Zhan Zijie… ah!" Jian Ya arched and slumped back down with his fingers. Although the pleasure from his fingers was sharp and rough, Zhan Zijie's thrusts were so fast and intense that they felt incredibly good to her.

"Aya, you're squeezing tighter and tighter…" Zhan Zijie gasped, feeling the changes in Jian Ya before her orgasm. He really wanted to replace his fingers with the painfully swollen thing in his lower body. "If I'd known this would happen, I should have showered before playing with her...

" "Ah—" Jian Ya finally couldn't hold back any longer and hugged Zhan Zijie tightly

, shuddering as she ejaculated her passionate nectar. The tender flesh inside her vagina desperately sucked at his fingers, his fingertips covered in her juices, much of it flowing into his palm. Zhan Zijie withdrew his fingers and licked them, his eyes fixed on Jian Ya's dazed eyes.

Such a look, such actions, were too tempting, but all this fluid came from her, so dirty... Jian Ya immediately reached out to stop him, "Don't lick!"

Zhan Zijie chuckled, and the next second he kissed Jian Ya, sharing her own taste with her.

"Ugh..." Jian Ya immediately shook her head and struggled.

"How is it? Doesn't it taste good?"

Jian Ya frowned and swallowed, unable to taste anything, but thinking about swallowing such disgusting stuff, she couldn't help but glare at Zhan Zijie angrily, "You're such a pervert!"

"People who like perverts are even more perverted," Zhan Zijie teased, curving his beautiful lips.

"Hey!"

Zhan Zijie didn't say anything more but picked up a bath sponge and started washing her. Jian Ya was about to refuse but froze when she smelled that familiar strawberry scent. He bought the shower gel she always used?!

She looked down at Zhan Zijie carefully washing her calves. In her memory, only her mother had ever bathed her like this...

After Zhan Zijie finished applying the shower gel to her, he quickly washed himself and then picked up the showerhead to rinse them both clean. Jian Ya let him wrap her in a towel, and didn't even scream when he carried her in a princess carry. Looking at his handsome profile, she

only felt sweetness.

The

two fell onto the bed, their still slightly damp bodies pressed together. Jian Ya was still lost in her own pleasure when Zhan Zijie impatiently spread her legs and thrust his pent-up member into her vagina.

Jian Ya's lower body was completely stretched and filled, and she couldn't help but cry out.

Zhan Zijie grunted, lifted her buttocks, and began to thrust wildly. He wanted her so badly he was almost going crazy. He had heard her giggling on the phone earlier, and she had been thinking how wonderful it would be if this woman slept in his house. Now she was actually lying in his bed…

Tonight, the little lamb had run into the wolf's den; if he didn't hold back, he would be doing himself a disservice. Zhan Zijie kissed Jian Ya, thrusting even more wildly into her tender flower.

"Ugh…" Jian Ya couldn't help but pound his shoulders as he thrust into her.

Zhan Zijie, however, refused to let go, his engorged and hard penis relentlessly stabbing into her tight, wet vagina, each thrust hitting the softest part of her inside. Jian Ya had only been touched by him before, and their sex life was far from frequent, so her vagina remained as tight as ever, gripping him so tightly that every time he pulled out and thrust back in, he felt an indescribable pleasure.

"Ugh!" Jian Ya turned her head and struggled again. Zhan Zijie was very fierce during sex, which genuinely frightened her.

Zhan Zijie finally released her lips, burying his head in her neck, occasionally letting out low growls and heavy breathing. His lower body moved faster and more violently, even making the bed creak.

"Ah! Zhan Zijie! It hurts—ah! It's too deep!" Jian Ya cried out, her cervix aching from his penetration.

"This feels better! Oh..." Zhan Zijie didn't slow down or lessen his strength, continuing to thrust in and out. "Aya...it feels so good..."

There was only a floor lamp in the room, the dim light highlighting her swaying figure. Jian Ya heard Zhan Zijie's exclamation and looked at him. He squinted, looking completely absorbed in pleasure... Such an expression was only seen during intimate moments. She didn't know much about this, but her experienced friends had all said that sex that completely satisfied a man was a catalyst for emotions. Jian Ya bit her lower lip, reaching out to hug him tightly, trying to withstand his demands.

Perhaps because she had just orgasmed in the bathroom, the pain outweighed the pleasure. Jian Ya really wanted to call for him to stop, but she couldn't bring herself to. After what seemed like an eternity, Zhan Zijie finally shouted, "Aya, I'm going to cum!" He thrust a few times forcefully, then pulled out his penis and ejaculated onto her navel.

This time, he didn't smear the mess all over her body. Instead, he climbed off the bed, panting, found some tissues, and cleaned her up. After wiping her, he half-squatted on the bed, looking at the naked Jian Ya.

Jian Ya hurriedly grabbed the blanket, but Zhan Zijie threw it aside, pressed her down, and asked with a smile, "Want to sleep?"

She couldn't sleep at all. Looking at the enormous, handsome face almost touching hers, she neither shook her head nor nodded, just stared blankly. His eyes were like stars in the night, deep and bright in the dim light. His eyelashes were thick and long. Jian Ya rarely wore makeup, but she knew that even with several layers of mascara, she couldn't compare.

This boy, so handsome he made her feel inferior, was truly the only one she had ever liked since childhood…

Zhan Zijie looked into her somewhat dazed eyes. He couldn't stand Jian Ya's expression; it made him want to do something naughty. He got up, grabbed a box of condoms, and used his gloved hand to stroke his recently softened penis.

Jian Ya's eyes widened in surprise. He wanted it again so soon?!

Author's Note:

Explicit content complete (collapses)

. There's an update to the MC today. Since both chapters were rushed, I didn't save them. Just posting them directly, my darlings (shout). My brain cells are all dead, waving goodbye!

☆、29 First Time Letting Go (Caution)

Zhan Zijie watched, then took her hand and wrapped it around his penis. "Aya, help me get hard, hmm?"

This wasn't a request at all. Jian Ya's hand was tightly held by his, and she passively and quickly began to stroke it. His penis swelled up like a balloon. Incredibly, Jian Ya forgot her shyness and stared straight at his penis, a food flashing through her mind—a king oyster mushroom. It

really looked like it! The more she looked, the more it looked like it! Jian Ya was about to laugh when Zhan Zijie said "Oh," and let go of her hand to put on a condom. Jian Ya glanced at the condom box, but she didn't feel uneasy or suspicious like last time. During the time she and Zhan Zijie had been together, he had basically never spoken to the girls in their class.

As for the past, if asking would only make them both uncomfortable, she preferred to ignore it. Because she knew all too well that she would feel uncomfortable.

Just then, Zhan Zijie pulled her up. "Aya, let's try a different position."

Before Jian Ya could react, Zhan Zijie flipped her over, making her kneel on the bed with her back to him. Jian Ya tried to turn around, but he grabbed her buttocks and thrust into her vagina.

"Ah!" A jolt of electricity shot from her lower abdomen through her spine and into her brain. She screamed immediately. She couldn't see him, which made her inexplicably nervous. She turned to look at Zhan Zijie, "No... Ah!"

Zhan Zijie, however, continued to thrust into her plump buttocks, his thick, hard penis spreading her open and reaching its deepest point. This position allowed him to insert his entire penis, and watching Jian Ya's beautiful back curve, watching her sway back and forth, watching the pink flesh inside her vagina turn outwards and gradually turn bright red as he thrust into her… listening to the sound of his scrotum slapping against her private parts, it felt incredibly pleasurable!

"Is this position comfortable?" Zhan Zijie asked, panting heavily as he thrust hard into her clitoris.

Jian Ya couldn't help but turn her head repeatedly, trying to twist her body, but Zhan Zijie held her firmly. This position made her feel very open down there, and each of his thrusts was deep, powerful, and frequent, making the physical sensations even more intense than when they were face to face. "Mmm…" Jian Ya felt so comfortable that she wanted to moan, but habitually biting her lip towards the headboard, she only let out a few soft moans.

"Scream if it feels good, don't hold it in!" Zhan Zijie stared intently at his penis moving in and out of her moist, tender flesh, his voice low and hoarse as he called out.

Jian Ya knew Zhan Zijie liked her to moan, and she was actually quite uncomfortable holding it in, but since he couldn't see her anyway... Jian Ya simply started moaning.

"Oh... Aya..." Zhan Zijie echoed her excitedly.

After Jian Ya let go, waves of pleasure washed over her. This time, the orgasm came quickly; her hands supporting her on the bed trembled uncontrollably, her whole body seemed to spasm, and her juices gushed out uncontrollably. Jian Ya couldn't help but scream, "Ah... Zhan Zijie... ah... I... I really... ah! It feels so good!"

Zhan Zijie looked at Jian Ya, who was immersed in her orgasm. This was the first time she had completely let go during sex with him, and he absolutely loved how she looked! “I’m having so much fun! Aya… I really want to keep fucking you like this!” Zhan Zijie thrust his penis even harder. “You’re so wet inside! Oh… your little hole is so good at sucking…”

Jian Ya used to never listen to these kinds of words, but this time, for some reason, she didn’t feel ashamed when she heard them. Instead, she felt very excited, and her body even got goosebumps from his words, even though she was almost burning up.

The two made love without restraint. Zhan Zijie had ejaculated once before, so this time it lasted a particularly long time. After Jian Ya’s orgasm, she gradually couldn’t take it anymore. Her lower body felt numb. She endured for a while but couldn’t hold back any longer. She turned her head and begged for mercy, “Zhan Zijie, it’s been so long…”

“You wanted me to ejaculate?” Actually, Jian Ya was squeezing him so tightly that he had been testing his endurance.

“Mmm…”

Zhan Zijie squeezed her buttocks even harder, and his thick penis thrust into her little hole fiercely.

“Ah! Be gentle! It hurts!” Jian Ya shook her head and cried out.

"Oh... I'm going to go up! Aya!" Zhan Zijie thrust hard, letting out a low growl as he ejaculated hot fluid.

Author's Note:

Um... when I was reading a women's health magazine, there was a survey on women's ranking of sexual positions, and actually, doggy style is quite popular~~~ Many women say it's more stimulating~~~ (beep──) Those who

have been reading "Entangled Darling" should know that I write about entanglement when I'm feeling negative~ I use it as an aphrodisiac~ lol~

It's good to release the explicit content early~ There's no need to hide it now that I've written it, right?

Everyone, let's work hard this new week! Fighting!

☆, 30 Zhan Ming arrived.

When Jian Ya woke up, Zhan Zijie was already gone. Yesterday, Zhan Zijie arrived home after 2 a.m., and the two of them didn't actually go to sleep until almost 5 a.m. Getting up, she found her limbs weak and her lower body a little swollen and sore—the consequences of excessive indulgence. But Jian Ya felt an indescribable physical and mental pleasure. Actually, having sex without shame is a wonderful thing, and men like it too. At least when Zhan Zijie settled down and held her to sleep, he kissed her forehead several times, smiling contentedly.

Now that she understood this, she would be less hesitant and more open during sex. Jian Ya skipped out of bed, got dressed, and checked her phone. Thirteen missed calls—from home—and a text from Zhan Zijie—"Call me when you wake up."

Jian Ya glanced at the time; it was already past 3 PM. She intended to call home but instead called Zhan Zijie.

"Just woke up?"

"Yeah,"

Zhan Zijie chuckled on the other end of the line. "Little sleepyhead, I put the food you bought in the fridge. Eat when you're hungry."

"What time did you get up? Are you at work?" That was all Jian Ya cared about.

"I only got up a little earlier than you. I'll be busy until tonight, so I can't take you home. Be careful on your way home, okay?"

"Okay." Although Jian Ya refused to believe that he had only gotten up a little earlier than her, this man was very good at putting on a brave face. Jian Ya quickly added, "Don't overwork yourself, and don't go hungry!"

Another laugh came from the other end of the phone. "Okay." Zhan Zijie paused. "Aya, give me a kiss."

Jian Ya kissed the phone without hesitation and then said coquettishly, "Then you kiss me too."

"It's not convenient for me here. I'll kiss you next time."

"Hey!" Zhan Zijie, dash, what a scoundrel!

"Okay, I'm going to get busy now. I'll hang up first. Text me when you get home."

Jian Ya pouted and mumbled to the phone for a while. Although she was starving, she decided not to eat the food in the refrigerator. She would leave it for that scoundrel! She hurriedly returned home and found her parents and Jian Luo sitting on the sofa.

"Where did you go? How many times have I called you? Why didn't you answer?" It was her mother who spoke

, her face full of anger. Jian Ya glanced at Jian Luo, who was pretending nothing was wrong and watching TV, while her father remained silent. Although Jian Luo had said he wouldn't act as a shield, it seemed he hadn't betrayed her. Jian Ya hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Yesterday was a classmate's birthday party, everyone stayed overnight at her house." She then nervously glanced at Jian Luo, who had changed the channel and continued watching the TV.

"Couldn't you have told us first? We were worried sick all day trying to find you!" Her mother's expression softened slightly, but she still complained.

"Alright, the child's grown up now, let her be," the incredibly wise father patted his mother's shoulder and stood up.

"Don't do that again, you hear me!"

Jian Ya nodded frantically, about to run away when her mother called her back again. "By the way, did Zhan Ming call you?"

Jian Ya didn't react for a few seconds when she heard the name, then turned around in surprise after the image formed in her mind. "No,"

Jian's mother said, then asked Jian Luo, "Did you give him Aya's phone number?"

"I think... I didn't," Jian Luo said apologetically.

Jian Ya looked at the two of them, completely confused. What was going on?

Jian's mother glared at Jian Luo speechlessly, then turned back to Jian Ya, a slightly excited smile on her face. "Aya, Zhan Ming called yesterday and said he'd be coming over for summer vacation and wanted to visit you. He's remembered you all these years, that's really nice."

"How did he get our phone number?" Jian Ya completely ignored the second half of her mother's sentence.

"He and Luo have always had a good relationship, it's just that they went to study in England these past two years and haven't kept in touch much, but now they've reconnected," Jian's mother smiled even more brightly.

Jian Ya looked at Jian Luo in disbelief, then grabbed his hand and dragged him outside.

"What do you mean?" Jian Ya asked angrily.

"Don't attack me, it was Zhan Ming who contacted me," Jian Luo immediately stated his position.

Jian Ya's anger subsided.

"Aya, you understand what I'm trying to say. Handle it yourself," Jian Luo kindly reminded her before falling silent.

Jian Ya didn't feel she needed to deal with anything; she wasn't two-timing. But she understood what Jian Luo meant: her parents had a strong liking for Zhan Ming, and her mother even frequently tried to connect her with Zhan Ming in that way. Her parents also knew of Zhan Zijie, but they couldn't even remember his full name, only mentioning him briefly when talking about Zhan Ming, and always referring to him as Zhan Ming's younger brother or that relative of Zhan Ming in her class. Jian Ya liked Zhan Zijie back then, often mentioning him intentionally or unintentionally in front of her parents, even playing the sympathy card in hopes of winning their favor. However, her mother would at most say something like, "Such things really happen? It's quite pitiful," and nothing more.

Her feelings and her parents' hopes were clearly misaligned, though neither of them had realized it yet. Jian Luo was more aware of the situation, but Jian Ya knew in her heart that Jian Luo liked Zhan Ming more than Zhan Zijie.

Jian Ya didn't think too much about it; after all, Zhan Ming was very distant to her, his vacation seemed irrelevant to her, and they hadn't been in contact for three years—he was truly a stranger and a blur.

☆、31 A week after the guilt-ridden reward,

Jian Ya was busy with final exams. While having lunch with Zhan Zijie, she noticed he was always engrossed in books or notebooks, and asked her to keep him company. Although they studied different subjects, Jian Ya noticed Zhan Zijie's grades were usually quite good. She felt a mixture of admiration and regret for him, as he had said he didn't plan to go to university…

During this time, Zhan Ming didn't call, but Guan Qijun sent an email full of information about summer jobs for students, provided by the government to university and high school students. Most were volunteer positions, but some were paid. Jian Ya felt uneasy; the person seemed to have good intentions, even though their last meeting hadn't been pleasant… She replied with a thank you, and Guan Qijun sent "good luck" along with a smiley face, then nothing more.

Jian Ya also found a part-time job through this channel, working as a librarian at a community library. Larger libraries usually have funding, so working there is paid, but hers was too small, so it was purely voluntary. Jian Ya was overjoyed, and her parents were very supportive because students can get recommendation letters for volunteering, which is very helpful for university applications.

Zhan Zijie smiled and said it was good. Although he wanted Jian Ya to have as much fun as possible during the summer vacation, he knew he wouldn't have time to spend with her, so it wasn't bad for her to have something to do. However, Jian Ya lied to Zhan Zijie, saying the part-time job was paid, because she wanted to be able to treat him to meals when they went out during the summer vacation without bothering him by buying a lot of things.

Being a librarian was very boring, especially when the library was almost empty. Unlike Sarah, another volunteer who would read a book, Jian Ya got a headache from seeing dense English text. While listlessly slumped on the table, the library door opened. Jian Ya looked up, and the next second, her jaw almost dropped to the table in shock.

Zhan Zijie is here?!

And Guan Qijun is with him?!

Both boys gave her handsome smiles, and Sarah even put down her book, which was unusual for her.

"You—why are you here?" Jian Ya stared at Zhan Zijie, completely surprised, so surprised that she didn't even have time to be happy.

"He just happened to come to see me. When we talked about you, he heard you were working and said he wanted to come and see you. He also wanted to treat you to a meal, thank you for carrying him back last time." Zhan Zijie turned to Guan Qijun and smiled, then asked Jian Ya, "Is it convenient to go out now?"

Jian Ya looked at her watch and nodded, "But I only have an hour for lunch break."

"That should be enough. I have to rush back later. Shall we grab something to eat nearby?" Zhan Zijie asked Guan Qijun.

Guan Qijun shrugged, indicating that it was okay, and then smiled and asked Sarah what she wanted to bring back.

After the three of them went out, they found a restaurant, ordered their food, and Zhan Zijie and Guan Qijun started talking about male topics like cars and sports, while Jian Ya sat quietly opposite them. The two boys would glance at her and smile while talking, and Jian Ya could only smile awkwardly to let them continue. It wasn't

until Zhan Zijie went to the restroom that Guan Qijun finally asked Jian Ya, "How's work?" "

It's alright. By the way, thank you for giving me those details; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to find a part-time job so quickly," Jian Ya replied sincerely.

"No need to be so polite. But it must be very inconvenient for you to come and go while doing volunteer work here, right?" Guan Qijun smiled casually, resting his chin on his hand.

It was indeed very inconvenient; there was no direct public transportation, and she had to take taxis every day. "It's alright," Jian Ya suddenly remembered something and hurriedly spoke up, "Uh… Zhan Zijie doesn't know I'm doing volunteer work, could you… not tell him?"

Guan Qijun raised an eyebrow, looking at Jian Ya with some surprise, then regained his composure and nodded, "No problem."

"Thank you." Having to help cover up her lie made Jian Ya awkwardly force a smile.

The two didn't speak again. Guan Qijun played with the glass in his hand for a while, then suddenly leaned towards Jian Ya with a mischievous grin, "Is there a reward for keeping this a secret?"

Huh? Jian Ya blinked her big eyes and replied blankly, "What kind of reward do you want?"

"Treat me to a meal?"

She could afford a meal, so Jian Ya agreed without much hesitation.

"What time do you usually get off work?" "

4:30."

"Then I'll contact you then."

Before Jian Ya could reply, Zhan Zijie returned. She looked at Zhan Zijie and then at Guan Qijun, feeling a little guilty. Guan Qijun, however, started telling jokes, as if nothing had happened.

11-28
☆、32 A Tempting Moment

The dinner between the two was three days later. Guan Qijun smiled at Jian Ya, who seemed a little uncomfortable, and said, "Order whatever you want."

Jian Ya nodded and smiled stiffly, "You too, order whatever you like." Although she was treating, Guan Qijun had chosen the time and place. Jian Ya felt it wasn't right to eat with Guan Qijun alone, especially without Zhan Zijie's knowledge. To be honest, she still didn't consider Guan Qijun a friend, and even had a preconceived aversion to him. All sorts of reasons combined made it hard for her to feel cheerful. Luckily, this Western restaurant was quite lively, otherwise she would have felt incredibly awkward.

Guan Qijun subtly observed Jian Ya. Her head was lowered, and her long, smooth hair cascaded over her shoulders, giving her a quiet and well-behaved appearance. He had pursued girls similar to Jian Ya before, and it was quite tricky at first, but things would get better after some sweet talk. Later, after playing around with many girls, he realized that it was much more enjoyable to date smart and straightforward girls, like Sissi, who was quite nice. He hadn't given up on Sissi, but he couldn't help wanting to get closer to Jian Ya as well.

All the girls he'd dated were pretty, but that beauty was based on public standards. Basically, if his friends said someone was attractive and egged him on, he'd go for it. But Jian Ya—he'd been attracted to her at first sight; she was exactly his type. However, after a few roundabout attempts to get closer, he'd noticed she was quite wary of him. The thought of potentially reverting to his initial relentless pursuit made him hesitate.

He knew he was asking for trouble, but his heart was still itching. Even after breaking up with her last time, he couldn't resist asking around about part-time jobs suitable for her.

But he did have reasons to restrain his restless desires: Jian Ya was now with Jake. He had plenty of friends who called him "brother," and most were just like him—playboys who flitted through life quickly. But Jake was the opposite of him in many ways; he was easy and comfortable to be around, and that's the kind of guy he wanted to develop a deeper relationship with.

He didn't want to ruin his friendship for a woman, but a wicked hope lingered in his heart, just like many women in the industry who would look for new partners after breaking up with their partners, only this required subtle probing. Guan Qijun feigned curiosity and asked, "Why are you doing volunteer work behind Jake's back?"

Jian Ya didn't respond; she didn't want to reveal the reason, because Zhan Zijie had never shown any sign of feeling burdened by their expenses, and even acted like a domineering man.

Her silence made Guan Qijun chuckle inwardly. He changed the subject, "I haven't seen you since we got together. You two haven't been in touch for years, have you?"

Jian Ya nodded.

"Wow, you two are really destined for each other!" Guan Qijun exclaimed dramatically, then asked with a sly grin, "He's not your first love, is he?"

Jian Ya smiled shyly, "I guess so,"

Guan Qijun boasted, then asked with disbelief, "You didn't date anyone else during those years you were apart?"

Jian Ya shook her head firmly when she saw his expression.

"Jake's got good luck," Guan Qijun sighed sincerely.

The atmosphere improved considerably as they talked about Zhan Zijie, and the meal went quite well. Jian Ya noticed pepper sauce on his left cheek and touched her own left cheek, gesturing for him to wipe it off. Guan Qijun first touched his right cheek and then haphazardly touched his left, leaving the conspicuous stain of sauce. Jian Ya had no choice but to take her napkin and help him wipe it.

This intimate gesture made Guan Qijun's lips twitch. So, it wasn't intentional that he liked it; rather, he enjoyed seeing the girl's considerate side. Like the last time she took him home, he was a little dazed and couldn't remember much, but he always smiled when he thought of it.

"Thank you,"

Jian Ya politely shook her head.

When it came time to pay, Guan Qijun had just taken out his wallet when Jian Ya stopped him. "This meal was supposed to be on me."

"I appreciate the thought, but the last time I treated you was too casual. This time it's on me."

"No way!" Jian Ya resolutely took out her credit card, put it in the bill holder, and handed it to the waiter.

Guan Qijun was somewhat taken aback and speechless; it was the first time he'd let a woman pay.

☆, 33 The Good Days Are Over (Caution)

In the dimly lit room, the two intertwined figures groaned and growled intermittently, their low moans mingling with the dull thud of the mattress rubbing against the bed frame—a scene of ambiguous eroticism.

"Ah… Zhan Zijie… I can't do it anymore…" Jian Ya twisted her hips and turned back, begging for mercy.

Zhan Zijie gripped Jian Ya's buttocks tightly, thrusting forcefully into her private parts, his thick, hard member, like an iron rod, relentlessly pounding into her tender, moist vagina.

"Ah! Zhan Zijie!" Jian Ya's hands, supporting her on the bed, trembled violently, her hoarse cries filled with resentment and exhaustion. They had been doing this since they got into bed, for at least two hours, and Zhan Zijie still wanted more. Her lower body felt numb and slightly stinging; she couldn't feel any pleasure at all.

Hearing this, Zhan Zijie withdrew his member, flipped her over so she lay on her back on the bed, bent her legs and pressed them outwards into an M shape, aiming at her fully open vagina and thrusting in again, all the way to the bottom!

"Ah!" Jian Ya felt a burning pain down there and couldn't help but push away Zhan Zijie, who was pressing down on her.

"I'm about to cum... Isn't it uncomfortable lying like this?" His beautiful eyes stared at the flushed face beneath him; her weak, helpless, and even somewhat painful appearance aroused him, making him thrust even harder.

"Ah...it hurts..." Jian Ya was pushed back by his thrusts, her brows furrowed as she cried out softly.

"It hurts? How about this?" Zhan Zijie slowed his movements, one hand reaching towards their point of contact, pressing down on Jian Ya's clitoris and circling it repeatedly.

"Hmm...hmm...it still hurts a little..." Jian Ya couldn't stand Zhan Zijie playing with her clitoris; just a touch sent shivers down her spine and made her whole body go limp. But the way that thing went in and out brought obvious pain, making the itching and pain even more unbearable.

Hearing this, Zhan Zijie reached down with his other hand. It was slippery with her vaginal fluid, but her labia seemed a little swollen. He had originally wanted her to go until she couldn't anymore, but now it seemed impossible; her body was too delicate to withstand too much manipulation. Zhan Zijie lowered his head and kissed Jian Ya's cheek, gently coaxing her, "I'll stop after this, just bear with it a little longer, I'm almost there..."

"Hmm..." Jian Ya obediently stretched out her arms and hugged him, letting him continue.

Seeing this, Zhan Zijie took her small mouth into his mouth and began to kiss her, thrusting his hips in his final sprint. Seeing her eyes tightly closed and her brows furrowing more and more, he couldn't bear it, and with a sudden release, he thrust heavily into her clitoris and ejaculated. After ejaculating, he lay on top of her, groping her wildly, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Jian Ya noticed he was still inside her and breathed a sigh of relief, but the two of them were sweating and pressed together, which was very uncomfortable, and he was pressing down on her so heavily, she quickly pouted and muttered, "You've fallen asleep!"

Zhan Zijie smiled upon hearing this, got up, withdrew his penis from her, removed the condom full of semen, and threw it into the trash can next to the bedside table. He glanced inside and smirked. Jian Ya's vagina is very tight, and without a condom, it never lasts long. He considers himself to have pretty good stamina, but playing with her goes through a lot of condoms, so he has to go buy some more…

He hugged her from behind, kissing her smooth back gently as he asked, “Can’t you stay here tomorrow night?”

“Mmm… Ah! It’s so itchy… Stop kissing me…” Jian Ya dodged his kisses and answered. Recently, her father went to Houston for a business trip, and her mother went with him. Jian Luo applied to a university in another province, so she went there to visit first. With no one home, Jian Ya naturally took this opportunity to stay with Zhan Zijie. The two have been living together for almost two weeks, and compared to the initial awkwardness, they are now as familiar and intimate as an old married couple. However, her parents will be back tomorrow.

“Time flies, the good days are over…” Zhan Zijie sighed somewhat sarcastically.

Jian Ya turned around and glared at him. His so-called good days were just coming home from work every day to eat the food she cooked, and then throwing her into bed and having sex with her, right? She certainly had a very comfortable life!

"Why are you staring at me like that? Have you been feeling really wronged lately?" Zhan Zijie pulled her into his arms.

"Yes, I have!" Jian Ya pouted and pouted coquettishly.

"Okay, how do you want me to make it up to you or reward you?" Zhan Zijie playfully pinched her nose and asked with a smile.

Jian Ya silently gazed at Zhan Zijie; his smile was truly captivating. She secretly swooned, thinking that having such a handsome boyfriend was already a blessing, and she couldn't possibly feel wronged. She wanted to say "I'm just kidding," but seeing his increasingly wicked smile, the three words stuck in her throat.

"Can't think of anything? Then I'll make it up to you in my own way!" With that, he pressed Jian Ya down again, rubbing against her incessantly.

Author's Note:

Entanglement has entered an unforgivable state~ Hooray~ To quote Jake—the good days are over (gets hit).

May all my darlings be happy in September~ Autumn is here xd (I'll read all the comments when I get back~ Don't be shy~ Leave me a comment!)

☆, 34 Completely Experienced (Caution)

The thing between her legs was sliding, unusually active… Jian Ya couldn't help but widen her eyes and exclaim in surprise, “You…”

“Let's do it again,” Zhan Zijie said seductively, his hard, thick thing teasing her intermittently.

“You just said it was the last time!” Jian Ya exclaimed in disbelief.

“You're leaving tomorrow…” Zhan Zijie kissed the corner of her mouth, acting coquettishly.

Jian Ya was stunned again. This man can act coquettishly? So, so, so unexpected! A man who can act coquettishly is invincible. But—"Zhan Zijie, my lower body hurts... I really can't do it anymore..."

"Then satisfy me with your little mouth up there." Zhan Zijie got up, his huge penis suddenly displayed in front of Jian Ya, "Aya, help me suck it out, hmm?"

Zhan Zijie's sexual desire was extremely strong, as she had thoroughly experienced. He wouldn't resort to force if she didn't satisfy him, but his penis would silently protest against her all night, pressing against her buttocks. He was so unsatisfied that he couldn't sleep, and he wouldn't let her sleep either. At this moment, Jian Ya completely forgot about his promises of compensation or reward, and forgot to argue that his actions were the opposite. She just wanted to get this man to settle down and go to sleep as soon as possible. Their

lovemaking over the past two weeks could be described as intense and passionate; they had tried every position imaginable. Jian Ya was quite open about it, and had given him oral sex more than once or twice. So, she obediently moved closer to his excited, throbbing penis, grasped it with one hand, and took it into her mouth.

Although Zhan Zijie had wiped it with a tissue, the smell of semen and condoms still lingered on his penis. Jian Ya didn't feel disgusted; in fact, she felt a little sweet, because Zhan Zijie had bought her favorite strawberry-flavored condoms. "Oh...so good!" Zhan Zijie exclaimed, squinting his eyes. "Aya, suck harder! Oh...like that..."

Jian Ya kept swallowing and spitting out his thick, long penis. It was so thick and long that it filled her mouth completely, with half of it still sticking out at the very back of her throat. Hearing Zhan Zijie's excited growls, she served him even more diligently...but his mouth was numb and he showed no signs of ejaculating. Just as Jian Ya was about to spit out his penis to rest, Zhan Zijie grabbed the back of her head and continued thrusting in and out of her mouth. He moved however he felt comfortable, but each thrust went so deep! This frenzied thrusting was immediately unbearable for Jian Ya. Her throat felt so sore that tears streamed down her face, and she began to resist with soft moans.

"Aya! Suck some more! Oh...it feels so good!" Zhan Zijie's voice was extremely hoarse. Jian Ya's head was held firmly by him, and she could only helplessly endure his thrusting and pounding. Zhan Zijie moved faster and harder, as if trying to pierce her throat. As Jian Ya's sobs grew louder, his penis swelled up... "Aya, I'm going to cum! Do you want me to cum on your body or in your mouth?"

Jian Ya couldn't answer. "Aya, cum in your mouth! I like you swallowing it," Zhan Zijie growled, thrusting his hips forward, spurting out waves of hot semen. Most of it was swallowed by Jian Ya, while some dribbled from the corners of her mouth with her saliva. The bitter, strong, strange fishy smell made Jian Ya push him away and gag, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing this, Zhan Zijie, panting heavily, pulled her back into his arms and gently stroked her back. "It's okay, don't feel uncomfortable."

"Waaah... You're so mean!" Jian Ya complained, wanting to vomit but unable to. The semen seemed to be stuck between her throat and stomach, making her feel suffocated.

"I'm sorry, Aya, I was having too much fun and didn't notice. I'll be gentler next time," Zhan Zijie said, cupping her face and kissing away her tears as he coaxed her softly.

Jian Ya glared at him shyly and resentfully, then stopped making a fuss. She was exhausted and just wanted to lie down and sleep. Besides, they wouldn't be able to sleep together tomorrow, and it wouldn't be worth ruining their last night together. Moreover, the frequent sex during this period had given her a clear understanding: no matter how much a man loves a woman, he will lose control during sex. Restraint is all nonsense. He'll only think about making the woman happy after he's done. If he's too lazy to even make her happy, that's a tragedy.

Author's Note:

Jian Ya is right, just a little extreme xd

☆, 35 Reality always has wonderful surprises.

After returning home from the library that day, Jian Ya started busying herself, making a mess of the house. Otherwise, her parents would definitely be suspicious, because she herself didn't believe she could keep the house so tidy for two weeks. When her parents returned, they sighed and complained as usual—"You're so old and still can't take care of yourself; the house is a mess, and you don't even bother to tidy it up." Jian Ya silently agreed, then feigned helplessness and retreated to her room. A moment later, her mother knocked and came in, her first words sending a chill down Jian Ya's spine—"Why aren't you wearing any clean clothes?" Jian Ya quickly smiled sheepishly and said she'd washed them. Her mother patted her head and said, "You're such a naughty child; you ignore things that aren't yours," but

didn't scold her further. Jian Ya lay back on the bed and sighed inwardly. There are no perfect lies in this world; there are always slips up. But the next second, she felt dejected. Dating at this age is normal, maybe living together is a bit early, but feeling like a thief in front of her parents was awful. Perhaps she should confront them about Zhan Zijie; after all, things had progressed this far. She was filled with anxiety, feeling that her parents wouldn't accept it, or at least they would be unhappy if they found out… Jian Ya scratched her head in frustration. Was she being too insecure about Zhan Zijie?

The next day, when she got home, she found a bright blue Aston Martin parked in the driveway. Had someone come to visit? Jian Ya had a vague guess about who it was, but she didn't want to confirm it. She dawdled to the front door, and as soon as she went inside, her mother pulled her upstairs.

Sure enough, Zhan Ming had arrived. At this moment, Jian Ya no longer wanted to ask how he knew her address; she was just filled with annoyance. Why hadn't he given her any advance notice before showing up uninvited? What if he was coming to see her? Because it was obvious that he knew where she lived but didn't know that Jian Luo had gone to another city—was that possible?

Jane's mother dragged her to the dressing room, lowering her voice, "Aya, go take a shower. I've prepared all your clothes."

"Mom, he's downstairs. You want me to take a shower before I go say hello? Isn't that a bit much?" Jane said impatiently.

Jane's mother glared at her, "Zhan Ming is taking you out to dinner later. You look terrible!"

Jane rolled her eyes at the ceiling speechlessly, "I'll go down and chat with him now. Let's skip the dinner. I'm tired."

Jane's mother's face immediately darkened, and she gently patted Jane, "What are you tired about? You look perfectly fine. Go take a shower, get dressed, and go out with him. He came all this way, bringing cigars and golf clubs. You can't act like that. Go now!"

What had she done wrong? Jane wanted to argue back, but Jane's mother was determined not to give up, so she had no choice but to hide in the bathroom for some peace and quiet. Jane had no intention of taking a shower, but after a few minutes, her mother, hearing no movement from inside, started knocking and urging her. Jane reluctantly turned on the shower and took a bath!

After showering, she glanced at the clothes her mother had prepared for her and couldn't help but complain, "Mom, wasn't this a bit unnecessary?" Not only was there the Versace dress her mother had bought for her this spring, which she had never worn, but also the spotless Brian Atwood high heels. Besides her watch, which she never wore jewelry, she was actually borrowing her mother's Neil Lane necklace, earrings, and Birkin bag?!

She knew that clothes make the man, but this outfit was completely inappropriate for her age. "Mom, this is too pretentious and affected; people will just laugh at us."

"I don't care what you usually wear, but I won't allow it if you dress so inappropriately today. I bought these for this kind of occasion," Jane's mother said to herself. "And put on some makeup, but not too heavy, just a light touch." Jane

felt very uncomfortable. Although she knew that Zhan Ming's family was very wealthy, the kind of family whose names could be found on Forbes magazine's annual list, her own family wasn't bad either. Surely they didn't need to be so farsighted? However, looking at her mother's face, she could only manage a bitter smile, because it seemed that from a long time ago, anything related to Zhan Ming and her was something that made her mother proud.

"Mom, I don't like Zhan Ming..." Jane said sullenly.

Hearing this, Jian's mother frowned but quickly relaxed, forcing a smile as she advised Jian Ya, "Aya, you're still young. Your parents haven't said anything about you and him. It's just that we've seen a lot of people, and Zhan Ming is a really good young man. We hope you can stay in touch with him, even just as friends. It'll be good for you and Jian Luo in the future. Your parents wouldn't harm you. You can't be so stubborn; it's not good to ignore someone you don't like."

Jian Ya remained silent. What could she do after her mother had put it so bluntly? Looking at her elegantly dressed reflection in the mirror, she felt no joy at all.

"Alright, Zhan Ming has been waiting all this time. Go sit down for a bit, then go out with him," Jian's mother said, pulling her out of the room.

As she descended the stairs, she was met with Zhan Ming's eager gaze. Although three years had passed, he hadn't changed much. In their old school, Zhan Ming was very low-key; few knew his background, and his refined, scholarly appearance made him easily blended into a group of bookish students. Jian Ya had made this assessment of him before, even though he and Zhan Zijie were cousins, they looked nothing alike. She resented her mother's snobbishness, but wasn't she also someone who judged by appearances? Jian Ya felt a pang of sadness and gave him a faint smile.

Zhan Ming was somewhat mesmerized by her smile; the girl he had fallen for at first sight had truly grown up. Jian Ya sat on the sofa opposite him, saying little. She wasn't deliberately trying to create an awkward atmosphere; she genuinely had nothing to say. Seeing this, Jian's mother quickly smoothed things over, offering some polite words before ushering the two out the door.

After getting into the car, Zhan Ming turned to look at her and smiled warmly, "Jian Ya, long time no see, hehe, you're getting more and more beautiful..."

Jian Ya pretended to be shy and looked out the car window without replying.

"I have a gift for you later," Zhan Ming said excitedly.

Jian Ya nodded silently, still without saying anything.

He took her to a five-star hotel, had the waiter park the car, and then led Jian Ya inside. Jian Ya was a little surprised. Why did he bring her to a hotel? Wasn't it for dinner? Seeing her questioning expression, Zhan Ming chuckled and said, "There's a restaurant on the 28th floor."

Jian Ya breathed a sigh of relief and followed him into the elevator. When they arrived on the 28th floor, they found it was a French restaurant, but it was very noisy and chaotic inside, and upon closer listening, everyone was speaking Chinese.

Suddenly, Zhan Ming grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. Before Jian Ya could react, she was led to a table. He addressed a bejeweled middle-aged woman sitting in the center, "Mom, I'm here."

Ding Rao glanced at the two of them, her gaze lingering on Jian Ya for a long time before she nodded with a beaming smile. "Brought your girlfriend? Good, good! Come, sit down!"

Jian Ya was completely bewildered by this sudden turn of events. She thought it was just a meal alone with Zhan Ming, but she hadn't expected to be eating with his entire family! And when did she become his girlfriend?!

Jian Ya stood there nervously and bewildered, avoiding Zhan Ming's mother's gaze but bumping into another person—

Zhan Zijie.

Author's Note:

I've been wanting to divide this into chapters, but I just wanted to write until I reached those three earth-shattering words (someone's name) and that seemingly calm period...

☆, 36 That was a face devoid of warmth.

At that moment, Jian Ya even forgot to breathe. She stared at Zhan Zijie without blinking, and the latter stared back at her directly, pursing his beautiful lips before lowering his eyes, leaving her with a blank expression.

Her heart felt like it had been struck hard by a hammer; she felt nothing but a dull ache. The warmth from his palm brought Jian Ya, whose mind was a complete mess after a series of unexpected events, back to her senses. She… she was still holding hands with Zhan Ming?!

Jian Ya hurriedly pulled her hand away from that large hand and looked at Zhan Zijie again. The latter smirked and turned his head to the next table.

He should explain now! But Jian Ya was truly frantic, or perhaps momentarily stunned, and simply stood there like a wooden stake. Ding Rao stood up, smiling, and took her hand. "Come on, little girl, sit next to me."

Jian Ya sat down beside her blankly.

"Your name is Jian Ya, right? I've heard Zhan Ming mention you often. You're really pretty," Ding Rao said, scrutinizing her closely.

Jian Ya felt her cheeks burning as if she had a fever, but her whole body trembled with cold. Faced with Ding Rao's barrage of questions, she could only nod or give brief replies, not really knowing what she was saying.

Ding Rao, however, walked past Jian Ya and laughed heartily at Zhan Ming, "This girl isn't like the girls out there these days. She's very well-behaved and quiet! Son, Mom likes her very much!"

The people at the table echoed, saying that Zhan Ming had good taste, and that this was the kind of wife one should look for. Jian Ya was dumbfounded. She secretly glanced at Zhan Zijie, who hadn't uttered a sound or even looked at her once, either staring at his plate or looking elsewhere.

Jian Ya was in turmoil, struggling with whether to honestly tell everyone that her relationship with Zhan Ming wasn't what everyone thought. But seeing everyone rise to toast Ding Rao, she realized it was Zhan Ming's mother's 50th birthday. She was completely bewildered. Would Zhan Ming be embarrassed if she told him? Would she spoil the birthday celebrant's fun? Aside from Zhan Zijie, did anyone here really care or want to hear her explanation? She was just an outsider invited to dinner.

Invited for no reason! Jian Ya's initial turmoil turned to resentment. Why did Zhan Ming bring her? Why didn't he say anything beforehand?

If he had said it was his mother's birthday banquet, if he had said Zhan Zijie was also there, if he had said he would introduce her in this capacity—all those "ifs"—she would never have come, even if it meant death.

Everyone enjoyed the meal, except for Jian Ya, who seemed extremely uncomfortable. Seeing her not using her knife and fork, Zhan Ming considerately asked if she didn't eat the escargots, if the lamb chops were too rare, and if she wanted dessert served earlier, acting like the perfect boyfriend. Jian Ya looked at him incredulously, but he just smiled warmly…

Jian Ya sincerely wished someone could teach her what to do!

As the banquet neared its end, Jian Ya hurriedly made an excuse to leave. Ding Rao asked Zhan Ming to take her home and invited her to visit again, but Jian Ya forced a smile and fled. As soon as she was outside, she yelled at Zhan Ming, "Why?" Zhan Ming looked confused. "Jian Ya, what's wrong?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were bringing me to your mother's birthday banquet today? Why did you say I was your girlfriend when you knew I liked Zhan Zijie?" Jian Ya unleashed a torrent of accusations.

Zhan Ming opened his eyes wide, stood quietly for a moment, and then spoke, "Jian Ya, my mother wants to meet you. She said it would be nice to invite you to dinner today, but I was afraid you wouldn't agree, so I didn't say anything..."

She wouldn't agree. Since he knew this was a difficult situation, why did he do it?! Jian Ya was furious, glaring at Zhan Ming angrily, "You should at least show me some respect!"

Zhan Ming remained silent, his face expressionless. Although others couldn't understand what they were saying, their appearance at the hotel entrance was extremely embarrassing. He gently coaxed Jian Ya, "Don't be angry, I'll take you home, okay?"

"No need!" Jian Ya turned and left. She couldn't possibly rush back to find Zhan Zijie. After running a block, she dialed Zhan Zijie's cell phone, but several calls went unanswered, eventually being forwarded to voicemail. Jian Ya was frantic and had no choice but to call a taxi to Zhan Zijie's house. Upon arriving, she realized she had carried her mother's bag and hadn't brought her keys, leaving her locked out. She dialed Zhan Zijie's cell phone again, but it was switched off.

From not answering the phone to turning it off... a deep unease washed over Jian Ya. Was he angry? He must be... If she put herself in his shoes, she would be angry too.

The apartment hallway was eerily quiet, making Jian Ya feel incredibly oppressed, as if time itself had slowed down, dragging on unbearably. After half an hour, her phone rang; it was her mother calling. Jian Ya hung up without hesitation, but her mother called again relentlessly. Jian Ya had no choice but to put her phone on silent. If she hadn't gone along with her mother's wishes, none of this would have happened today. She didn't want to answer the phone, afraid she would lose control and vent to her mother. Right now, all she wanted was to see Zhan Zijie; nothing else mattered.

Until the dead of night, Jian Ya, half-asleep and curled up by the door, noticed a pair of running shoes in front of her. Looking up, she saw a beautiful but cold face.

☆, 37 Does a hymen mean purity?!

When he saw her and Zhan Ming holding hands in the restaurant, he felt the air around him freeze. Zhan Ming usually spends his winter and summer vacations in England; he only returned this time for his aunt's fiftieth birthday. He knew he had been back for three or four days, but in those short few days…

He laughed. His initial shock, too great to dodge, was quickly replaced by utter disappointment before any anger could even form. He stared at her, scrutinizing every single expression. So nervous? So innocent? So flustered? Had she not expected him to be here?

Unfortunately, he'd stumbled upon this spectacular show.

Let them continue their sweet display, he didn't mind. Not at all. Could he pretend he was blind and hadn't seen anything by pulling his hand away from Zhan Ming's? Impossible. Absolutely not.

Very well, she was Zhan Ming's girlfriend. This girl who had been in his bed just two days ago was his cousin's girlfriend, the girl his so-called relatives considered a suitable marriage partner.

He laughed again. They knew nothing. Ha, so incredibly ignorant.

He suddenly became extremely curious: Did Zhan Ming know? —This girl had been claiming to like him, having slept with him, and being with him for months.

Such curiosity was pointless; she was Zhan Ming's girlfriend now.

Was she any different from three years ago? So quickly they became so close? Actually, they'd been secretly entangled behind his back, hadn't they? He said he wouldn't talk about the past, so she just kept quiet? How could he have convinced himself that nothing had happened between them? How could he have believed her?

A hymen represents purity?!

Zhan Ming, don't smile so smugly. Do you want this girl I've already played with? He sincerely hoped Zhan Ming wouldn't. Because if she wasn't his woman, then appearing before him in any capacity would be unbearable for him.

A girl who can't say no to men, is she having fun playing with fire? Doesn't she know he has no interest in being Zhan Ming's rival? Right, she doesn't know.

It's because he didn't mention the past. A child abandoned by his parents, only spared a miserable life because his uncle, Zhan Ming's father, couldn't bear to see him suffer, and because of their care. He swore he didn't want to owe her anything, but a large part of it was because of her that he didn't want to owe her anything!

He was a complete fool, he understood. Zhan Zijie felt like a weightlifter who had lifted the weight he had always challenged and then slammed it down, throwing away something incredibly deep and heavy—his

heart that had decided to love her wholeheartedly.

He didn't want to answer her call; a little rabbit's tears wouldn't win the big bad wolf's sympathy, and besides, he was more like a little rabbit himself. But now, she was waiting at his door; couldn't he escape?

Jian Ya saw him and immediately got up, timidly speaking, "Zhan Zijie..."

Why did even hearing her call his name feel so annoying?! Zhan Zijie ignored her, opened the door and went in, turning back to look at her standing outside, his hand gripping the doorknob. Should she come in? He wouldn't invite her in... He was incredibly annoyed. He said curtly, "Go back," and closed the door.

The moment the door closed, Jian Ya's tears streamed down her face.

"I'm sorry... Waaah... Zhan Zijie... I didn't know... Waaah..."

Zhan Zijie leaned against the door, his heart clenching at the sound of her sobs. He had just told himself to stand firm no matter what she did, but the moment this woman cried, he panicked. Didn't she know what? Didn't she know she'd run into him? If she knew he was there, she'd be more reserved, right? But that wasn't the point. Secrets can't stay hidden forever. As long as her relationship with Zhan Ming remained ambiguous, he'd eventually find out; it was just a matter of time. Zhan Zijie clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and sighed slowly.

Aya, why did things have to turn out this way when you were doing so well together? Did you have to be torn apart to know what true happiness was?

He truly hated girls who were unfaithful.

Jian Ya cried uncontrollably at the door, "Zhan Zijie… sob…" She didn't know how to explain; her mind was filled with apology, nothing else.

Her intermittent sobs gave him a splitting headache. He wanted to open the door and yell at her to stop crying, that she brought this on herself, but he slumped against the door, unwilling to move. This was the second time she had cried to him, and to be honest, he was heartbroken. Damn it, even though she had hurt him so badly, he still couldn't bear it.

He asked the same question countless times, without any clue or answer, until finally, after the neighbor opened the door and exclaimed in surprise, "What's up?" he abruptly opened the door and pulled her in.

Her face was still wet with tears and snot, her eyes were red and swollen, and her mascara was smudged from crying… He knew she had dressed up carefully today, because she had never shown him such an alluring and beautiful side before.

As a man, he was truly a failure. Zhan Zijie spoke coldly again, "Go back."

Jian Ya nodded, sobbing, then shook her head sadly, looking utterly pitiful. "I didn't want to go today… Waaah… I don't know how it happened…" Jian Ya cried so hard she could barely breathe and hiccuped, "It happened… Waaah… Zhan Ming and I really… really didn't have anything…"

She had emphasized before that there was nothing between her and Zhan Ming, but—"But you still went in the end, didn't you?" He couldn't ignore the outcome.

“My mom said… said you can’t do this… I thought… it was just a normal… meal…”

“So you kept it from me?”

“I didn’t… today… sob… I only found out Zhan Ming was here after I got home…”

“Okay, don’t cry.” Zhan Zijie couldn’t help but reach out to wipe her tears.

His action immediately broke Jian Ya down. She threw herself into Zhan Zijie’s arms and burst into tears, “Zhan Zijie… sob… the person I like is you… I’ve told Zhan Ming too… sob… I’m sorry… don’t be angry with me…”

Her words softened his heart, but it was difficult for him to completely let go or not care at all. Zhan Zijie sighed softly, stroking her long hair and coaxing her, “Don’t cry, or I’ll really get angry.”

Upon hearing this, Jian Ya immediately wiped her tears and snot on his t-shirt, stopping her crying but unable to stop hiccuping.

This appearance would soften even a stone man into a fragile egg. Zhan Zijie cupped her face and made his only request, "Please don't contact Zhan Ming anymore, okay? You might not have any feelings for him, but it will cause unnecessary trouble." Jian Ya couldn't refuse a boy, which was really worrying. But that's just how she is, soft and unable to get hard...

"Okay," Jian Ya nodded heavily in promise, "So you're not angry anymore?"

"Who said I'm not angry!" After saying that, Zhan Zijie lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

Author's note:

A girl's tears are definitely a weapon, of course, depending on whether the other person truly likes her. But if I were to say something really blunt, the first or second time, or even the first 5 or 6 times, will work, but afterwards the boy will become numb, not because the feelings have faded, but because he has become more adept at handling things (laughs).

Jake will definitely forgive her this time. After all, not long ago the two of them were very sweet. No one can be so heartless all at once, otherwise it would be too cruel...

☆, 38 To make him satisfied... (Caution)

This kiss is a punishment, a catharsis, and more of a possessive act. Zhan Zijie pinned her against the wall, one hand running through her hair to cup the back of her head, the other grabbing her breasts and kneading them forcefully. His lips and tongue pried open her small mouth, kissing her like a storm.

His movements were somewhat rough, especially the hand that touched her breasts, squeezing and kneading so hard that Jian Ya felt pain, but she obediently endured it… Soon, Zhan Zijie's breathing became heavy. He released Jian Ya, dragged her to the sofa, and hastily removed her skirt and underwear, leaving her only in her blue leopard-print high heels. Her vulva was wide open, her snow-white breasts heaving, her pink nipples dancing and standing erect. Moving his gaze upwards, he saw her pretty little face with tear stains… This made Zhan Zijie's throat tighten, igniting a wicked desire to ravage her.

He pulled down his pants, took out his terrifyingly thick member, grabbed Jian Ya's fair thighs, and bent her into a U-shape. He looked down at her pink vulva, such a small hole... waiting for his invasion. He pressed his penis against her entrance and commanded Jian Ya in a low, husky voice, "Aya, look."

Jian Ya looked up at him, following his gaze to their joined bodies. Her heart pounded. This position made her back ache, and her hands went numb from supporting her, but she could clearly see each other's private parts.

"Watch me come in!" Zhan Zijie said, and then thrust into her vagina with a sudden movement!

"Ah!" Jian Ya immediately cried out in surprise.

Since they hadn't done enough foreplay today, Jian Ya's vagina was still a bit dry. He struggled to penetrate even a little bit, so Zhan Zijie spread her legs wider and coaxed her, "Aya, relax, don't clench so tightly."

Jian Ya blushed as she watched his penis slowly enter her vagina. Hearing his words, she could only wriggle her hips and lift herself up to make it easier for him to enter.

"Oh! So tight... relax a little more..." The tightness and dryness made the surface of his penis stick to her soft flesh inside. Although it was extremely sensitive, this friction was also a slightly painful torment.

"Ah... Zhan Zijie..." Jian Ya swallowed the word "pain" and frowned as she stared at the purplish-red thick thing. She wanted to relax but became even more tense.

Hearing her soft, hoarse moans, Zhan Zijie couldn't hold back any longer and thrust in hard, all the way in.

"Ah!" Jian Ya jumped up as if she had been pierced.

Zhan Zijie let out a satisfied growl. He thoroughly enjoyed the penetration; it was incredibly stimulating. Watching the two of them joined together seamlessly, a surge of emotion welled up within him. He leaned down and kissed Jian Ya, slowly thrusting in and out, savoring her enchanting body.

Jian Ya gradually became aroused by his thrusts, but the position was truly uncomfortable. She tried to shift her body to adjust, but Zhan Zijie held her legs tightly, forcing her to turn her head and struggle to avoid his kisses.

Zhan Zijie didn't insist, instead panting heavily as he continued to thrust into her. He lifted Jian Ya's legs even higher, leaving half of her body suspended in the air. Jian Ya gripped the edge of the sofa, whispering fearfully, "Don't... you'll fall!"

"You won't fall, sweetie, keep watching." He watched intently as his member moved in and out of her vagina.

"Mmm...ah..." Jian Ya obediently watched as Zhan Zijie's thick member was swallowed and released, the erotic scene constantly stimulating her senses. Soon, her lower body began to secrete nectar, accompanied by the dull thuds of their bodies colliding and the alluring squelching sounds of water.

"Oh...is it comfortable?" Her love juice lubricated her flower cave, making each thrust and withdrawal smoother. Waves of pleasure surged through his brain as his testicles struck her wet yet incredibly tender slit. He attacked more greedily, relentlessly stretching and teasing her little hole, trying to entice her with more evidence of arousal.

"Ah...so...ah...so comfortable! Zhan Zijie...you're going in so deep...ah...too fast..." Jian Ya once again made love to him without any restraint, especially today, she wanted to completely let go and satisfy him.

Hearing her moans, Zhan Zijie's lust intensified, he moved faster and faster, each thrust fiercely reaching the deepest point, enjoying the intense contractions of her cervix and the tight squeezing of her inner walls—it was incredibly pleasurable. He stared at Jian Ya's face, a mixture of intoxication and pain, and once again, he couldn't deny it; he still wanted to believe she belonged to him… "Aya, do you like me?"

"Ah… I like…"

"How much?" Zhan Zijie thrust into her again, forcefully.

"Ahhh! I like it so much!" Jian Ya's body swayed violently from his penetration, her head hitting the sofa repeatedly, making her dizzy, but she endured it, still managing to let out provocative moans. Just now, she had been terrified, what if Zhan Zijie ignored her… But now he was willing to be intimate with her… For the first time, Jian Ya understood what it meant for the body to soothe the soul, and for the first time, she made love to Zhan Zijie with a purpose, as if her legs were hooked onto more than just his body. The intense sex gave her real pleasure, but she also deliberately displayed a wanton posture. "Ah... Zhan Zijie... so good... really so good! Hmm... so deep and so strong!"

At this moment, Zhan Zijie suddenly pulled out his penis, making her roll over and kneel on the sofa. "Stick your ass up, yes, like that!" After saying that, he spread her round buttocks and thrust into her from behind again.

"Ah!" Jian Ya cried out again, lost in passion because of his sudden entry.

"Oh, Aya... I'm so happy too," Zhan Zijie shouted excitedly, continuing a new round of bombardment. Tonight he didn't want to wear a condom. He wanted to feel her completely and let her remember his body carefully. This sex, which involved constantly changing positions but delaying ejaculation, lasted for more than two hours. Jian Ya went from loud, wanton moans to soft, weak gasps, but she didn't say a word of no more.

☆, 39 The Showdown

When Jian Ya woke up, she found Zhan Zijie awake. He was lying on his side, propping his head up, staring at her thoughtfully. Jian Ya's cheeks immediately flushed. She pulled the blanket over most of her face, revealing only her shy, embarrassed eyes, and said softly, quite awkwardly, "Don't look."

Zhan Zijie, seeing this, smiled. The next second, he lifted the blanket and moved closer to Jian Ya, pinning her down and tickling her waist. "Ah—no! It tickles! Don't!" Jian Ya cried out, laughing and struggling to breathe, but Zhan Zijie ignored her and continued to attack her weak spot. Jian Ya had no choice but to pull his hand away. Suddenly, Zhan Zijie stopped and slipped a small box into her hand.

Jian Ya took it out and saw that it was a Dana Rebecca jewelry box. She stared at Zhan Zijie in disbelief, but he smiled and said, "Open it and see if it's the one you like."

It was a pair of floral earrings. Jian Ya had been staying here for a while, and since there was no TV or internet, she had bought some magazines to pass the time. She was sitting cross-legged on the sofa when she casually asked him if the earrings looked good…

“These earrings are very expensive!” And they can only be bought by mail order.

“I’m glad you like them,” Zhan Zijie smiled nonchalantly.

Jian Ya was filled with surprise but also a heavy reluctance. She frowned and muttered, “It’s such a waste… a pair of earrings costs more than half a month’s living expenses…”

“Didn’t you say before that you were feeling wronged living with me? I think I have to make it up to you a little, otherwise living with a complaining woman is terrifying.” Zhan Zijie’s dimples deepened.

“Hey!” Jian Ya glared at him fiercely. She wasn’t really telling the truth back then! It’s in a girl’s nature to say things like that… and he had obviously bought the gift before she said that. She didn’t believe that the courier companies were so efficient.

“Should we return the earrings?” Jian Ya closed the box and suggested anxiously.

“You don’t like them?” Zhan Zijie’s expression changed slightly and he frowned as well.

“I really like it… but…” Jian Ya hesitated, “Anyway, I don’t want it! I’d rather use this money to buy some good food… or at least pay the rent!”

Zhan Zijie shook his head and laughed, ruffling her hair and deliberately teasing her, “Aya, I didn’t realize you were so good at managing money!”

“Zhan Zijie!” Sure enough, Jian Ya yelled back, and if she went any further, she’d throw a pillow!

“Alright, if you like it, wear it more. It’s rare for me to give you something, and I still get complaints. Being a man is really tough.” Zhan Zijie sighed dramatically.

“Zhan Zijie, let’s return it—” Zhan Zijie immediately interrupted Jian Ya, “No return, it’s already bought. Aya, what I can buy in half a month of work isn’t really expensive. As long as you like it and you’re happy, that’s enough.”

But that was half a month without eating or drinking… Jian Ya felt a pang of sadness and threw herself into Zhan Zijie’s arms. What happened last night, though she was innocent, hadn’t angered Zhan Zijie; instead, he had treated her this way… Jian Ya hugged him even tighter.

“It’s not that touching… How about you consider repaying me with your body?” Zhan Zijie chuckled softly.

Jian Ya looked up and glared at him again; this guy’s provocative nature was fully revealed once more. Zhan Zijie, however, took the opportunity to push her down onto the bed, his dark eyes burning with a strange passion as he stared at her, his voice low, "How about it? Repay me with your body! I'll be very touched."

Jian Ya stopped his groping, anxiously replying, "Zhan Zijie, I have to go home. Mom knows I was out last night..."

Zhan Zijie raised an eyebrow slightly, stood up, and said to Jian Ya with a somewhat serious expression, "I'll take you home now."

Jian Ya immediately refused, "It's okay, I can go home by myself." Zhan Zijie gave her a deep look and didn't insist further, "Then call me if anything happens, okay?"

On the way home, Jian Ya stroked her jewelry box, her mind and heart filled with Zhan Zijie, her whole being as radiant as a peach blossom in spring, but stepping into the house felt like stepping into the dead of winter.

Jian's mother sat upright on the sofa, her face extremely unpleasant, "You know you're back?"

"Mom..." This time she was caught red-handed for not coming home all night, and Jian Ya couldn't offer a reasonable explanation, or rather, subconsciously she didn't want to continue hiding her feelings, but facing that stern face... it didn't seem like a good time to talk.

There's really no such thing as a perfect time... better to seize the day than wait any longer. Jian Ya thought to herself with a sense of resignation, and obediently walked over.

Jian's mother still had a stern face. "Zhan Ming called last night to ask if you got home safely, so don't lie, tell me the truth."

The name Zhan Ming was like a fuse, and Jian Ya answered directly, "I'm with Zhan Zijie."

"Who?" Jian's mother frowned, as if she had no recollection of this person.

"Zhan Ming's younger brother," Jian Ya added frankly, using the name her parents usually used for Zhan Zijie.

Jian's mother reacted like a cat with its fur standing on end, launching into a barrage of questions. Her surprised expression and excited emotions made Jian Ya a little scared, but Jian Ya answered each question without hesitation, finally saying softly, "Mom, I've liked him for a long time, I really like him."

Jian's mother jumped up and started bombarding her with all sorts of unbearable ridicule and scolding. She didn't dodge, but bitterly mocked herself for saying so many sincere words that were utterly meaningless. The furious woman before her—her mother—cared only about how she could have so foolishly gotten into a relationship with a boy, and of all things, it had to be Zhan Zijie. It

was as if she had picked up a sesame seed and lost a watermelon, the most foolish thing imaginable. In reality, it wasn't just a generation gap, but also a difference in values. Jian Ya finally snapped, "If he were as rich as Zhan Ming, maybe you wouldn't be so angry?" This one sentence ignited a full-blown conflict between mother and daughter.

It was truly a hellish day. Jian Ya had known it would turn out this way, but facing it still stirred up a torrent of emotions, emotions that tormented her to the point of wanting to die.

Author's Note:

I will finish this story this month.

It might not be a bad thing if Jian Ya's mother knew; hiding a relationship from one's parents actually causes more trouble.

☆, 40 Rarely so, but—

staying at home these past few days has been more oppressive than living under someone else's roof. Her father found out too. Unlike her mother, he didn't react as strongly, but the usually cheerful father became solemn and taciturn. What saddened Jian Ya was that her mother couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks during meals, and her father would always interrupt her. Her mother would then turn her anger towards her father, accusing him of spoiling their daughter too much, otherwise her daughter wouldn't be so unruly, and it was almost turning into marital discord.

Clearly, she just liked someone. Clearly, liking someone should bring happiness. But now, it was no longer just her own affair; there was no happiness to be found. Jian Ya didn't tell Zhan Zijie any of this. She continued to chat casually about everyday things on the phone, but she only called him during her lunch break. Zhan Zijie asked her what she was doing that evening and if she could come over, but Jian Ya couldn't speak into the phone. Tears fell onto the screen. She immediately wiped away her tears, hiding her sobs with a laugh, and said, "I won't tell you when I'm coming. It's no fun without surprises."

The faint sobs didn't escape Zhan Zijie's ears. "Aya, what's wrong? Are you crying?"

Jian Ya shook her head frantically, then realized she was on the phone and hurriedly replied blankly, "Nothing..."

"What's wrong?" The voice on the other end of the phone was much heavier.

"Really nothing..." Jian Ya laughed hoarsely.

"You've been acting strange ever since you came home last time. Did your parents say something to you? I can talk to them, Aya, do you want me to meet them?"

"No, it's not their fault, I'm really fine."

After hanging up, Jian Ya squatted down outside the library and cried again. Zhan Zijie was truly an observant person; he could detect even the slightest difference in her expression or voice. Three years ago, when he gave her the crystal bracelet, she was deeply moved, after all, his expression was so indifferent that it always made him seem like someone who didn't care about anything.

He was also very independent and hardworking, bearing everything on his own without ever complaining. Besides, these days, there are so few handsome men who aren't narcissistic. It seems Zhan Zijie doesn't even know he has a celebrity face. He dresses casually and simply, and is low-key, completely lacking the ostentation one would expect at his age. It would be strange if she didn't like someone like that. So, no matter what her parents said, Jian Ya was determined to protect this relationship, even if it meant facing any challenge head-on. This wasn't about rebellion, but about not wanting to regret it later.

Shortly after dinner, the doorbell rang. Jian Ya's eyelids twitched. Was it Zhan Zijie? After all, he had mentioned at noon whether he wanted to come over. Jian Ya tensed up as she watched her mother open the door. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who it was, but couldn't manage a smile. It was Zhan Ming.

Her mother was still warm when she saw Zhan Ming, but her smile was much more awkward. She gave Jian Ya a wink and then let the two of them sit in the living room. Jian Ya looked at the handsome young man in front of her—he wasn't bad, she knew. Three years ago, he inexplicably sent her flowers, causing Zhan Zijie to ignore her. Three years later, he inexplicably dragged her to dinner, almost causing Zhan Zijie to ignore her again… This man is a ticking time bomb.

“Did you need something?” Jian Ya rarely adopted a tough stance.

Zhan Ming looked at her expression, hesitant to speak, even more embarrassed than if he had been turned away. After a moment of silence, he turned around and took out a small black leather diary, handing it to Jian Ya. “This is the gift I said I would give you last time…”

Jian Ya looked at Zhan Ming questioningly. He smiled gently and said in an incredibly tender voice, “Open it and take a look.”

Jian Ya opened it as instructed. The diary was filled with her handwritten letters, as well as many short poems and reflections written by Zhan Ming. Jian Ya flipped through the pages, finally unable to resist looking up and asking, "Was it you who wrote to me back then?!"

Zhan Ming slowly nodded. "I had so much to say to you then, but when we actually met, I didn't know what to say, so I used a pen name to write to you. I never expected you'd reply..."

Jian Ya received many love letters and gifts back then, either personally from boys, delivered through intermediaries, or secretly slipped into her desk. What impressed her most was a letter with a stamp that arrived in her class. Jian Ya felt it wasn't from outside the school, but couldn't imagine who would go to such lengths. This person, who called himself "When the Moon Hides and the Sun Rises," wrote beautifully, his content resembling prose, subtly touching on romance and nature. Later, he sent several original short stories and anecdotes, seemingly treating her as a pen pal. Jian Ya found it interesting and special, so she replied. Their correspondence lasted a semester, and was so frequent that they exchanged letters almost weekly.

Jian Ya liked Zhan Zijie a lot back then, but Zhan Zijie hated her. When he bullied her, she would get so angry that she would lose all composure; when he didn't bother her and treated her like air, she would feel miserable. Her mood fluctuated every day. She wrote all of this down and sent it to her pen pal. She still remembers the sentence she wrote: "The color of emotion is like looking at a rainbow through a soap bubble. You can't tell if it's the color of the soap bubble or the color of the rainbow; it just easily dazzles your eyes." Because that day, Zhan Zijie tore up her homework that she had spent an entire night working on. She was so angry that she burst into tears, but later Zhan Zijie silently repaired it for her, leaving her with extremely complicated feelings...

"Jian Ya, the first time I met you, you were tidying up the flowerbeds outside the gymnasium. All that mud got on my shoes..." Zhan Zijie recalled with a smile. Jian Ya naturally knew this because she had apologized to him. At that time, she saw Zhan Ming and Zhan Zijie talking, and the two seemed very familiar with each other. She wanted to go over and listen but knocked over a metal bucket of mud next to them...

“It was that one glance that made me fall for you. Jian Ya, I really have, and I still have.” Zhan Ming looked directly at Jian Ya and confessed. “I didn’t say anything before because you were still quite young, and I always wanted to wait until you were older.”

Jian Ya looked at Zhan Ming, momentarily speechless. She could vaguely sense that Zhan Ming had feelings for her, but it was the kind of feelings an older brother has for a younger sister, because he was older than Jian Luo and the two of them had only become acquainted through Jian Luo. Besides, she and he mostly talked about Zhan Zijie, so he couldn’t possibly not know who she liked…

“Zhan Ming, I’m sorry, I have someone I like—” Jian Ya had never explicitly rejected any boy before, because she always put herself in the shoes of someone she liked and knew how painful it would be to be rejected, so she thought that simply ignoring them and keeping a polite distance was enough. But now she had to reject Zhan Ming. Zhan Zijie didn’t want her to have any further contact with Zhan Ming, and she also wanted to stop her mother from fantasizing or imagining things.

Zhan Ming suddenly stood up, his face betraying his hurt. He interrupted Jian Ya's hurried laughter, "I have to go. I have a flight early tomorrow morning."

He knew she liked Zhan Zijie, but three years ago he had asked Zhan Zijie about it. Zhan Zijie had dismissively said that he wouldn't even consider a girl like that; being her deskmate would be too much trouble. This time, when he took her out to dinner, Zhan Zijie acted indifferent. Was it really true that women only love bad boys? He had been waiting, waiting for Jian Ya to mature, waiting for her to pass the age of judging solely by appearances, but in the end, he still had no chance. He thought Jian Ya had some feelings for him, after all, they had gotten along quite well before. He also thought these letters and words could prove his sincerity and move her, but all he got in return was a resolute no. Zhan Ming felt both trampled on by Jian Ya and played by Zhan Zijie; he couldn't explain it, but his heart felt heavy.

Jian's mother saw that Zhan Ming was leaving so soon, a smile on his face, but her heart sank. Such a good boy, and her daughter didn't want him, but instead messed around with his brother. Jian's mother sighed and asked Jian Ya to see Zhan Ming off, repeatedly reminding him to keep in touch with Jian Luo and to let Jian Luo visit England next time.

Jian Ya saw Zhan Ming to his car, feeling sorry for him looking so forlorn. She forced a smile and said, "Zhan Ming, have a safe trip."

Zhan Ming turned to look at her, her smile causing a pang of pain in his heart. He couldn't help but hug Jian Ya, "Jian Ya, if..." Zhan Ming paused, not finishing his sentence, and took a deep breath. Jian Ya

tried to push him away, but Zhan Ming let go and got into the car. Jian Ya stared blankly at the speeding sports car. She used to think it was romantic when she read novels about the heroine being loved by two brothers at the same time, but now that it was happening to her, she only felt troubled and sad.

Back in her room, Jian Ya saw her mother flipping through the diary, sighing and scolding her. Jian Ya snatched the diary and rushed back to her room. She waited until midnight without receiving a call from Zhan Zijie, and when she tried to call him, his phone was off.

11-28

☆、41 Let's Break Up

After Zhan Ming left, Jian Ya couldn't contact Zhan Zijie either; it was as if they had both vanished. His phone was always off. Jian Ya went to his house two nights in a row, but he was nowhere to be found by dawn.

Jian Ya couldn't help but worry about his safety and considered calling the police, but decided to ask Guan Qijun first. Guan Qijun was surprised to receive her call, but hearing her panicked tone, he reassured her that he would contact her as soon as he had any news about Zhan Zijie.

Three or four days later, Guan Qijun called, his tone a little strange. He simply gave her an address and told her to come that evening. Jian Ya pressed him if something had happened to Zhan Zijie, but he didn't say anything more, only repeating that she would know when she arrived.

Jian Ya looked in the mirror; she had been listless and dull for days due to lack of sleep and appetite. She tidied herself up and went to the place Guan Qijun had mentioned—a steak bar. Jian Ya breathed a sigh of relief, but was increasingly puzzled. If Zhan Zijie was alright, why hadn't he come home and why was there no news of him? As soon as she entered, she saw Guan Qijun smiling and waving at her. Jian Ya wanted to go over but froze—Zhan Zijie was sitting there next to a girl, chatting and laughing; the two seemed very intimate.

Perhaps because the restaurant was air-conditioned, Jian Ya instantly felt cold from head to toe, especially her hands and feet, which trembled. She didn't know what her expression looked like; it must have been terrible, but she couldn't fake it… Seeing her frozen there, Guan Qijun simply walked over, not leading her to that table but pulling her outside.

“Jian Ya, it's basically what you saw…” Guan Qijun sighed, speaking with some difficulty but seriousness.

What did she see? She saw nothing… She couldn't believe her eyes. Jian Ya remained silent, staring blankly at Guan Qijun.

“That woman is from South Korea, and before… uh… before you and Jake got together… she dated Jake…” Guan Qijun said, observing Jian Ya's expression.

Jian Ya's attentive expression made Guan Qijun raise an eyebrow. He scratched his hair and continued, "That woman is someone we met when we were hanging out... I forget if it was her uncle or someone else, but he's the president of H..." Jian Ya knew that group; many of the South Korean cars on the road were made by them. "That woman..." Guan Qijun paused, "I don't know how to put it... Anyway, she went back to Seoul later, and just came back last month... She also contacted me and Jake back then... Jake didn't agree to meet, but now..."

But now they're back together. Jian Ya silently filled in the blanks for Guan Qijun. Jian Ya couldn't discern her current emotions; perhaps she hadn't recovered yet.

"Jian Ya, are you still going in?" Guan Qijun asked.

She wanted to turn and leave, but a voice inside her seemed to be urging her not to go, as if Guan Qijun's words and what she had just seen weren't convincing enough. At least she should let Zhan Zijie see her and give her a response before leaving. Jian Ya nodded to Guan Qijun.

Guan Qijun glanced at Jian Ya with a complicated expression, then forced a smile, "Let's go in together." His smile vanished as he turned away. It wasn't entirely his idea to have Jian Ya come; he was the one who brought it up, but she had agreed.

Jian Ya followed him inside. She recognized most of the people at that table—those she'd camped with. They all smiled and nodded politely at her. Jian Ya looked at Zhan Zijie, who glanced at her expressionlessly before lowering his head to stare at the glass in his hand. Just then, a high-pitched female voice rang out, "Hello, my name is Jin Minzhen. You can call me Christina or Chris."

Chris spoke slowly, but clearly. Jian Ya looked at her. The girl had small eyes, with the typical South Korean single eyelids, but her features were exquisitely beautiful. She was also very skilled at makeup and styling, looking like she'd stepped out of a Korean drama. If the other person weren't so good-looking, she might feel better, less insecure, but the other person was very beautiful… Jian Ya's body was trembling, but she forced a smile, "Hello, my name is Jian Ya." Jian Ya didn't have an English name; her classmates either pronounced her Chinese name backwards or simply called her Jian.

After greeting her, Chris looked at Guan Qijun, his awkward Chinese gone, and said fluently in English, "There are so many girls in your circle, there's always a new face, I don't even have time to make friends!"

Guan Qijun immediately made an exaggerated expression, "Don't slander us! Look at how Danny's girlfriend's face changed! You can't just say things like that!"

Chris immediately stuck his tongue out at Danny's girlfriend, Tina, "I didn't mean that, Tina. I've known you for a long time, haven't I? I know very well that everyone here except Keith is a great boyfriend. Danny is, and so is Jake."

Everyone except Zhan Zijie changed their expressions. Jake's ex and current girlfriend were both there. They glanced at the calm Jake and felt a little confused. Then they looked at the pale-faced Jian Ya and felt sorry for her—now they couldn't even tell who was the ex and who was the current girlfriend. In the end, they all looked at Guan Qijun with an expression that said, "How could you do such a thing?"

Guan Qijun hadn't expected Chris's response. His earlier words were a subtle hint to Chris to be quiet, but she only intensified the attack. Guan Qijun could only smile wryly and feign a pitiful expression, saying, "Chris, do you really dislike me that much? I'm so sad..."

Chris smiled and nodded repeatedly. Everyone started attacking Guan Qijun, and he wisely accepted the challenge. However, Jian Ya kept her eyes glued to Zhan Zijie. Did he know how much his silence hurt her? Wasn't she his girlfriend? Chris was so relaxed and carefree with everyone, sitting next to Zhan Zijie like the official girlfriend, as if she were a third party, waiting to be made the official one.

Jian Ya's mind went blank. Just last week, he had been so sweet to her; just last week, she had no idea who Chris was; just last week, everything was fine. She truly didn't understand, and desperately wanted to know what was wrong. Suddenly, she spoke, "Zhan Zijie, can I talk to you alone for a few minutes?"

In the sudden silence that followed, Zhan Zijie shrugged, stood up, and walked out.

Jian Ya ran after him. The two stopped, and Jian Ya stared at the face that made her panic. She hesitated before speaking, "Have you been very busy these past few days? I'll call you—"

"Jian Ya, let's break up," Zhan Zijie interrupted her abruptly.

☆, 42 Reluctance Rewinding

"Jian Ya, let's break up,"

those words still echoed in her ears, her vision blurring. "Why?"

"Let's end this completely this time. Let's not keep entangled." Zhan Zijie looked into the distance and spoke again coldly.

"Why! Zhan Zijie, I don't understand!" Jian Ya lost control of her emotions and cried out.

Did she not understand? He didn't want to ask anymore why Zhan Ming went to her house, why he hugged her, why she acted so infatuated after he left… He had many questions too, he didn't understand either, but he was truly tired of asking.

Besides crying, besides telling him she hadn't expected things to turn out this way or that there was nothing between her and Zhan Ming, what else could she do?

Enough. No more.

That day he forgave her, even blindly speaking up for her to convince himself, but the promises she made to him were like ants that would die with a single step, so fragile. If even promises couldn't be trusted, what could he trust? He didn't want to be with her every day, constantly worrying about whether Zhan Ming had emailed her, made long-distance calls, or anything else. He couldn't trust her anymore.

His life was busy, exhausting.

"Zhan Zijie, say something! Why did you break up? That Chris… was it because of her?" Jian Ya cried sadly, ignoring the stares of passersby.

Let her think what she wanted, he didn't care. Zhan Zijie looked at her, his gaze piercing through her. "I've said everything I wanted to say. If you don't want to go in, I'll have Keith take your bag out." He turned and left.

Jian Ya grabbed him. "Zhan Zijie, do you really not like me anymore?"

Zhan Zijie stood there for a moment, then pulled his hand away. "Don't do this, Jian Ya, it's over."

Jian Ya suddenly squatted down, letting him leave. After a while, Guan Qijun ran out, carrying Jian Ya's bag. He helped Jian Ya up, frowning as he spoke, "Jian Ya..."

Jian Ya looked up at him, wiped her face, took her bag from him, and ran. Guan Qijun sighed, watching the petite figure, and lowered his eyes. He had gone along with, even stirred up trouble, doing something he really wanted to do, and achieving his expected goal. He thought he would be secretly pleased, but he couldn't feel any schadenfreude at all. Seeing Jian Ya cry, he had the unsettling feeling that it was him, not Jake, who had made her cry.

Guan Qijun stood outside the door, looking at Zhan Zijie through the floor-to-ceiling window. If he could laugh, he would laugh too. It was like a gamble he didn't care about winning or losing, but that final, blinding smile made it impossible for him not to win…

So this is what heartbreak and unbearable pain feel like. Jian Ya's vision was never clear. The passersby on the street hurried by, but no one seemed like her. For them, today was just another ordinary day… She also wanted to spend today normally, but unfortunately, she was dumped by her boyfriend.

She was sad because it all came without warning. These past few days, she couldn't find Zhan Zijie, purely out of worry for him, never imagining that it was him and her who had problems…

She was sad because Zhan Zijie didn't even have a break from being single; his ex-lover had only been back for a short time before she, his new love, was already out of a job. This forced her to accept a cruel truth—from beginning to end, Zhan Zijie had never truly loved her; she was merely a dispensable substitute…

She was heartbroken because she had tried so hard and carefully to like him, cooking for him, cleaning his room, doing pointless volunteer work for him. It seemed that since they got together, her world had revolved around him, only to be discarded like trash…

She was heartbroken because she had foolishly defended this one-sided love, recklessly defying her mother, causing her mother heartbreak and disappointment, while she herself suffered alone, telling herself to be considerate and not let him know…

She was heartbroken because for the first time in her life, she had completely given herself away, becoming more promiscuous than an adult film actress in order to please him…

She was heartbroken by everything.

How unbearable!

She even began to hate Zhan Zijie. Three years ago, he had made her sad, and three years later, he wanted to make her even sadder. What had she done wrong?! Remembering her brother's words, "He's not right for you," and her mother's words, "You'll regret being so foolish later," she thought, "Is it really true that ignoring elders' advice leads to this painful lesson?"

Even if you love someone deeply, to be completely devoted at this moment—it's impossible. Unless you're a saint.

In the following days, no matter how muddled she felt, Jian Ya forced herself to stay calm so her parents wouldn't notice anything amiss. They wouldn't comfort her; they would only scold her more righteously. She was already in a terrible state and didn't want to suffer any more. Every day, she would still unconsciously check her phone or stare at it, but she increasingly recognized one reality—Zhan Zijie had truly left her world. Surprisingly, Guan Qijun would send her text messages every day. Every time Jian Ya opened his messages, she hoped he would mention someone, but they were all jokes or recommendations for her latest movies and mobile games.

Human emotions have their ups and downs. Perhaps at the beginning, you can use various reasons to deceive yourself, to hate or forget someone, to build yourself into an impenetrable wall, preventing yourself from collapsing. But as time went by, those feelings of reluctance seemed to rewind, making her weak and causing her to crumble. After resenting Zhan Zijie, Jian Ya increasingly longed to see him, even imagining that if they could have a proper talk, there might be a chance for them to get back together. Of course, she only thought about it and never actually did it. She was afraid to wait at his door and didn't have the courage to use that key to open his door.

Two days before the start of the semester, Guan Qijun sent her an invitation to a yacht party, saying everyone would be there. Jian Ya finally could

n't resist and stuffed the crystal bracelet and floral earrings Zhan Zijie had given her, along with the key, into her bag and went to the party. If everything was truly irreversible, she would return all of these to him and start over as an ordinary classmate.

☆, 43 Drunkenness (Caution)

The party was lively. Jian Ya was initially shy and embarrassed. She was no longer Zhan Zijie's girlfriend, and she didn't have any close friends there. She felt very awkward being alone, but thankfully Guan Qijun would come to keep her company from time to time. Jian Ya secretly glanced around a few times but didn't see Zhan Zijie. She wanted to ask Guan Qijun if he would come but couldn't bring herself to ask, so she waited silently.

"Jian Ya, what would you like to drink?" Guan Qijun asked with a handsome smile.

Jian Ya immediately shook her head. "I don't drink."

"Are you allergic to alcohol?" Guan Qijun looked surprised.

"No... I haven't drunk much..." Actually, she didn't drink at all.

"Then I'll mix you something girls like. I'm a pretty good bartender!" Guan Qijun smiled and turned to leave.

"No, thank you, I really don't drink," Jian Ya grabbed him.

Guan Qijun turned around and patted Jian Ya on the shoulder. "Tonight is a party night, everyone's going to drink until they drop, how can you not drink?! As the saying goes, a good drink can wash away a thousand sorrows, if you're here to have fun, you should have a good time."

Jian Ya looked at the cocktail glass filled with pale pink liquid, and under the encouragement of Guan Qijun and the others, she drank it down. It tasted sweet at first, but immediately burned like fire from her throat all the way to her stomach. She coughed a few times, which made everyone laugh, and they all tried to force her to drink more. Jian Ya shook her head and refused, but the group wouldn't let her go, especially the girls who were having a great time. They grabbed her and shouted for her to drink. Jian Ya didn't know how much she drank, she just felt dizzy and lightheaded, and couldn't even stand up straight. In the end, she lost consciousness...

Guan Qijun helped Jian Ya to the bedroom on the second floor, and they both fell onto the bed. Looking at her flushed face and unconscious state, he laughed. This girl didn't talk nonsense when she was drunk, nor did she vomit everywhere. Instead, she just lay flat on the floor? He leaned closer to her, caressing her soft cheeks, burning hot as if she had a fever… Guan Qijun lowered his head and kissed her cherry-red lips.

Jian Ya didn't react, letting him pry open her lips, letting his tongue roam inside her mouth… Guan Qijun's kisses deepened, his hands beginning to roam over Jian Ya's body. Her whole body was burning hot, igniting his desire and fueling his lust.

The girl beneath him was too innocent; telling a man who desired her so intensely that he couldn't drink was practically inviting crime, wasn't it? He was indeed committing a crime, but drunken promiscuity was too common; he wasn't about to let his prey go.

Guan Qijun tore off Jian Ya's dress, removed her underwear, leaving her lying naked beneath him. Jian Ya didn't struggle at all, drifting off to sleep in a daze. Guan Qijun pulled away and looked her over from head to toe. She was flushed all over, like a boiled lobster, far from possessing the fair, translucent beauty of snow; in fact, she looked almost like she had a skin disease, making her appearance unsightly. But her full breasts, slender waist, and alluring private parts still captivated Guan Qijun's eyes, making his mouth dry…

He quickly stripped off his clothes and pressed himself against Jian Ya again, his tongue tracing a path down her neck, licking her nipples before taking them in his mouth and biting and pulling. His hands were also busy kneading her breasts. At first, he didn't use much force, but the more he kneaded, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but increase the pressure. Jian Ya lay there quietly, letting him play with her.

She smelled strongly of alcohol, but still had a faint sweetness about her. Guan Qijun was intoxicated by the smell and only wanted to possess her. Those who knew him well summed up his sex life with the word "shameless." Having played around so much, he'd lost the patience to demonstrate his superior skills with women. He parted Jian Ya's legs, caressing her private parts. Women who are drunk are easily aroused, and Jian Ya was no exception. Guan Qijun followed the slippery, tender flesh, finding her entrance, and thrust his thick, hard member into her!

Jian Ya felt a momentary discomfort, but her mind was hazy, her eyelids heavy, and she only frowned and let out a soft moan before becoming unresponsive. Guan Qijun stared at her beautiful face, a surge of excitement coursing through him. Her vagina was so tight, no different from the virgins he'd been with, which further fueled his lust. He grabbed Jian Ya's legs and pulled them apart, then pulled back slightly before thrusting his thick member, the head already inside, in again, burying it completely inside her.

So good! Guan Qijun couldn't help but squint and growl, enjoying the tight embrace and intense squeezing of Jian Ya's vagina. He caressed her body again, finally cupping her face and exclaiming, "You're so wet and tight down there, I really love it!"

He had previously tricked Jian Ya into revealing that she had only ever been with Jake. Now, thinking about it, a girl as beautiful and innocent as her was truly hard to find even with a lantern. He already liked her looks, and her vibe was especially to his liking; now he was even more infatuated. Guan Qijun looked at Jian Ya, becoming increasingly smug and satisfied. A girl like her could be ended by a bad man; Jake was willing to let her go, but he couldn't bear to let her encounter a man worse than him.

Guan Qijun cupped her buttocks and began to thrust, faster and harder with each stroke, relentlessly spreading her tight little flower, repeatedly rubbing the tender, hot flesh inside, each time reaching her deepest point… He was very vigorous in this area, while Jian Ya was too quiet, which made him easily lose control, only thrusting wildly, as if he wouldn't be satisfied until he woke her up. He did indeed want to hear her moans, her soft panting, and for her to praise him for being so good… That feeling would definitely be even more pleasurable than now!

Guan Qijun's eyes remained fixed on Jian Ya's face; even a slight frown or a slightly rapid breath from her could excite him. He rode wildly on her body until finally his penis became as thick and hard as an iron rod, and he fiercely thrust into the girl's lower body for the final sprint… With a sudden shudder, he ejaculated all his semen into the girl's body.

Throughout the entire process, Jian Ya felt as if she were being tossed about in a stormy sea, or experiencing a massive earthquake. She wanted to escape, to avoid the terrifying sensation of sleep paralysis, but could only float and sink amidst the violent shaking. In the end, she gave up and completely lost consciousness.

☆, 44 I Want to Go Back

When Jian Ya woke up, she couldn't open her eyes at all. Her head felt like it was about to explode, throbbing with pain. She couldn't even shake her head slightly. Her mouth was parched, and her stomach felt like it was on fire. She felt like she was sick. She groaned painfully and shifted her body, but the aches and warm flow from her lower body made her open her eyes in fear.

The next second, she was completely stunned. She was lying naked on a bed, and sleeping next to her was—Guan Qijun?!

He and she… Jian Ya's hands were ice-cold, and she didn't even have the strength to support herself on the bed. She tried hard to remember what had happened last night, but her mind was a complete blank. She couldn't even remember what it was like when she was last awake.

Ignoring all her physical discomfort, Jian Ya stared blankly at her lower body. A clear liquid mixed with a few strands of white fluid gushed out, instantly soaking the sheets. A masculine scent served as irrefutable proof—she and Guan Qijun had indeed had sex.

Like a bolt from the blue, Jian Ya was completely disoriented. Just then, the boy beside her stirred. Jian Ya instinctively looked over; he was frowning, covering his face with his hand, rubbing his eyes and temples repeatedly…

Jian Ya was terrified. She frantically got out of bed, but her legs were numb and unsteady. She knelt on the floor, frantically searching for her clothes. The boy behind her also got up… “Damn it! My head hurts so much…” Jian Ya

became even more anxious, hastily putting on her clothes while trying to cover herself.

“Jian Ya?” A hoarse voice sounded from behind.

Jian Ya didn't turn around, silently praying that she would disappear like a mermaid's bubble.

“Oh my gosh! Jian Ya…we…” Guan Qijun sounded surprised and annoyed. Jian Ya just wanted him to shut up and stop talking! Desperately controlling her trembling hands, she zipped up her skirt and rushed barefoot towards the bedroom door.

Guan Qijun immediately jumped up and grabbed her, "Jian Ya!"

Jian Ya kept her head down, avoiding his gaze, but her eyes met his undisguised masculinity. She quickly turned her head away and shook off his hand.

Guan Qijun, however, pulled her into his arms, "Jian Ya, I drank too much yesterday, God! I don't know how I... Oh! God! Don't be angry! Really, don't be angry..."

Jian Ya shook her head hastily, pushed him away, and whispered, "I'm leaving!" She grabbed her shoes from the doorway, slipped them on, and rushed downstairs. The yacht was a scene of utter desolation, with people sprawled everywhere, but no one had woken up naked like her! Jian Ya's vision blurred. She rushed to the deck but found she couldn't disembark—the yacht wasn't docked.

Looking at the lake, Jian Ya felt a desperate urge to jump. Just then, Guan Qijun ran out wearing only boxer shorts and grabbed her again, "Jian Ya!"

Jian Ya looked at him, her mind a jumble of emotions. Everyone knew what they had done in his current state; she didn't even dare to think about whether Zhan Zijie was here too! Jian Ya broke down crying, "I want to go back... I want to go home..."

"Okay, okay!" Guan Qijun immediately nodded in agreement, "I'll take the boat back right now." He took a step, then turned back, cupped Jian Ya's face, and gently wiped away her tears, repeatedly saying, "Jian Ya, don't cry, don't be angry, I'll take the boat back right now, please don't be angry, please don't be unhappy..."

Jian Ya nodded, sobbing.

Guan Qijun smiled, kissed her on the lips, and ran inside.

Jian Ya was stunned for a second by his actions before feeling utterly heartbroken. She never imagined that she and Guan Qijun would end up like this, it was truly unimaginable! As the boat started moving, many people woke up. Jian Ya hid in a corner of the deck, not wanting to be seen by anyone, only hoping that the boat would go faster, faster.

As soon as the yacht reached its berth, Jian Ya jumped off without a second thought, fearing she might break her leg. Her high heels twisted, causing her to lose her balance and fall, scraping her knee. The pain brought tears to her eyes again, but Jian Ya scrambled to her feet and ran. She ran until she reached a road with traffic before realizing she hadn't taken her bag. In fact, she didn't even know where she'd put it… Everything was a complete mess. Jian Ya hailed a taxi home, telling the driver to wait while she went to get the fare. No one was home. Jian Ya ran to the garage, retrieved her spare key, and opened the door. Returning to the taxi, the driver, seeing her disoriented state, kindly asked if she needed help. Jian Ya shook her head, shoved the fare into his hand, and retreated inside.

After closing the door, Jian Ya glanced around her home, which now seemed like her only refuge. She couldn't hold back any longer and burst into a hoarse sob.

Overnight, everything had changed beyond recognition.

☆、45 Even rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows.

Guan Qijun frowned as he looked at the girl who opened the door. Her eyes were red and swollen, but she was expressionless. "Jian Ya..."

Jian Ya lowered her eyes and saw the bag in his hand. She snatched it from him and said indifferently, "Thank you," before closing the door. This was the first time Guan Qijun had been turned away. A look of surprise flashed across his face, but he quickly composed himself. Jian Ya's driver's license was in her wallet. He had only come to her house to deliver the bag as an excuse; his main purpose was to have a proper talk with her. He knocked on the door again and called out, "Jian Ya, are you free?"

Jian Ya didn't want to hear him. She ran upstairs and locked herself in her room.

She had been in the bathroom the whole time. No matter how much she washed herself, she knew she wasn't clean. After her hysterical crying, she no longer had the energy to dwell on it—she suddenly understood. Yesterday, she had gone to see Zhan Zijie, mustering up all her courage to do so. She thought that after explaining her feelings to him with emotion and reason, perhaps they would reconcile.

Heh... Now she has no choice but to give up, even if she doesn't want to. Jian Ya even thought that maybe even God couldn't bear to see her like this, and rather than let Zhan Zijie coldly and ruthlessly reject her again, it was better to give her a chance to give up on her own. Indeed, compared to being rejected by the person she liked, it would hurt less to do something wrong.

But having a relationship with Guan Qijun... made her feel as dirty and promiscuous as him. Jian Ya closed her eyes and lay on the bed like a corpse, repeatedly hypnotizing herself—school starts tomorrow, don't think about anything, just study and be a good person. However, her pillow was wet all night...

After school started, Jian Ya was grateful for the first time that Zhan Zijie had chosen general studies, so they wouldn't have to be in the same classroom all day. She didn't look at him or the other classmates, her eyes always fixed on the teacher lecturing. Sometimes, she would think back to the first day she arrived at the school when he took her out to eat… the days when she saved money for him, when he would force her to eat with him, when she would prepare lunchboxes for him every day… and the scenes of them making love in the locker room and on the school rooftop… Her heart would ache, but the next second, the image of Guan Qijun lying next to her would appear in her mind, like a magic spell—effectively cutting off all her thoughts.

Guan Qijun had called and texted, but Jian Ya first turned off her phone, and later simply canceled the number. She didn't know what he wanted, but if he wanted her to continue being friends with him, that was simply a pipe dream. She just wanted to forget him and the mistake of that night completely… and to be honest, now she and Zhan Zijie didn't even want to be classmates, let alone pay attention to anyone else.

Before breaking up with Zhan Zijie, Jian Luo had made a phone call. Although Jian Ya didn't know what he said to her mother, her mother began to turn a blind eye to her relationship with Zhan Zijie after that. Seeing that Jian Ya was particularly well-behaved after the start of the school year, her mother's attitude softened considerably. Seeing the harmonious family, that was the only thing that brought Jian Ya comfort.

Life was fine like this, but she never expected that this almost undisturbed peace would be disrupted. After afternoon classes, Jian Ya was about to go to her wardrobe to pack her things and go home when Zhan Zijie and a girl approached her. It wasn't a classmate, nor Chris, but Sissi. Seeing that Jian

Ya didn't have her usual friendly expression, Sissi rushed towards her and shoved her hard. Jian Ya was caught off guard and almost fell, then stood there stunned after regaining her balance.

"Jian Ya, you're really something! You just broke up with Jake and now you're hooking up with Keith?!" Sissi looked incredulous. "Even rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows, is this how you do things?!"

Jian Ya stared blankly at her, her mind only asking—what happened? Sissi shoved her again. "Say something! You think you can hide your true colors at school?" Sissi cursed in English, as if afraid the people around wouldn't understand.

Jian Ya remained silent, only looking past Sissi at Zhan Zijie, the person who had been like a ghost since the start of the semester, still staring at her expressionlessly. A wave of resentment washed over Jian Ya, tears streaming down her face. She lowered her head and ran.

She was already suffering enough living, why wouldn't these people leave her alone? Jian Ya ran and cried. She truly hated Zhan Zijie, hated him so much! Without him, none of this would have happened.

Around 8 PM, her mother came upstairs to call her, immediately asking who the boy downstairs was. Upon hearing this, Jian Ya rushed downstairs and saw Guan Qijun sitting there with a serious expression. Her face instantly turned pale.

Seeing her mother staring intently at Guan Qijun, Jian Ya quickly pulled him outside. As soon as they reached the garden, Guan Qijun smiled and said, "Your mother looks so young..."

"Guan Qijun..." Jian Ya said, on the verge of tears.

"Jian Ya, I haven't been able to contact you lately. Are you busy with school?"

Jian Ya shook her head repeatedly, telling him not to pretend they were so close anymore! "Guan Qijun, please don't do this again!"

Guan Qijun asked quickly when he saw her start to cry, "What's wrong?"

"I...I never intended to ruin things between you and Sissi! I really, really didn't!" Jian Ya cried, trying to clarify, "I was just drunk that day, I didn't know anything..."

Guan Qijun immediately pulled her into his arms to comfort her, "Jian Ya, did Sissi cause you trouble? We broke up a long time ago, I won't let her cause trouble again. Jian Ya, don't cry..."

"No!" Jian Ya tried to push Guan Qijun away, but he held her tightly.

"Jian Ya, listen to me." Guan Qijun stopped her struggle and shouted, "I like you. I don't care what you think about what happened that night, but I have to tell you, I like you." Jian Ya

shook her head. "Guan Qijun, I don't want to! I just want the past to be the past, I just want to pretend nothing happened, I just want to start my life alone again!"

Guan Qijun froze upon hearing this. He looked at Jian Ya and said gently, "Jian Ya, don't mind Sissi. I genuinely want to be with you."

"But I don't want to be with anyone right now!" Jian Ya cried out, "Guan Qijun, please don't come to my house again! Please don't come looking for me! I beg you!" She then pushed him away with all her might and ran back into the house.

Guan Qijun stood there, his face grim. Jian Ya had been avoiding him lately. He used to be most afraid of being entangled with girls after sleeping with them, but now, finding someone who could give him a free meal, he wasn't happy at all? He didn't understand what was wrong with him. He kept thinking about whether it was a mistake to pretend he was drunk that morning before sleeping with her. Not pretending to be drunk would be taking advantage of her, but letting Jian Ya misunderstand it as a purely accidental mistake wasn't what he wanted either. Everyone on the yacht that night knew he and Jian Ya were having an affair. He and Sissi had ended things quickly to prove he wasn't just playing around. He had been so focused on Jian Ya that he forgot he was now in a predicament, with no one around.

Guan Qijun returned to his car, started the engine. It was good that Sissi had made a scene; at least it would put an end to what happened between Jian Ya and Jake.

Jian Ya's mother watched the car drive away through the window and then turned to ask Jian Ya, "Was that boy Zhan Zijie?"

Jian Ya couldn't hold back any longer and burst out, "No!"

Jian Ya's mother was startled and glared at her, "Why are you taking it out on me, child?" Seeing Jian Ya's eyes brimming with tears and her near-collapse, she softened her tone and advised, "Aya, young people's relationships are all messed up these days. Don't be like that. Focus on your studies, okay? I won't say anymore. Go upstairs and go to bed early."

Jian Ya had a bellyful of grievances but couldn't vent them; her life was already in chaos.

☆, 46 Even Better Than That Night (Caution)

Although Sissi had caused a scene at school, Jian Ya's classmates treated her as usual, as if nothing had happened. After that incident, Jian Ya was completely heartbroken towards Zhan Zijie. Her heart was like stagnant water, no longer capable of stirring even the slightest ripple . It was as if this person had never existed between them. She wouldn't greet him with a smile, nor would she avoid him like the plague. She forced herself to adapt to this constant, unavoidable distance.

That day, just as she stepped out of the school gate after school, Guan Qijun grabbed her. Jian Ya tried to break free, but Guan Qijun's grip was very strong. With other students watching at the school gate, the scuffle became increasingly awkward, and Jian Ya gave up resisting. Guan Qijun pulled her into a black Mercedes SUV and said to the front seat, "Let's drive."

Jian Ya then realized there was someone else in the car, a boy she hadn't seen before. The boy glanced back at Jian Ya, grinning mischievously, "You said you'd let me test drive, but you clearly want me to be your chauffeur!" "

Enough talk, drive faster." Guan Qijun turned around and leaned close to Jian Ya, a pungent smell of alcohol hitting her. He was drinking in broad daylight… Jian Ya immediately backed away, "Do you need something? If not, I want to get out."

"Jian Ya, don't keep avoiding me." Guan Qijun smiled at her.

Jian Ya subconsciously shook her head, reaching for the car door handle but finding it locked. She looked at Guan Qijun uneasily, "I want to go home, let me out."

Guan Qijun pulled her into a tight embrace, "Don't be like this, Jian Ya, I've missed you so much these past few days." He really cared about her, but she didn't believe him at all. He couldn't bear her resistance and avoidance. Guan Qijun whispered as he kissed her hair.

Jian Ya panicked at his actions. She pushed Guan Qijun while shouting, "Let go of me! I want to get out of the car!" However, the loud music in the car drowned out her voice. Jian Ya looked at the front seat, where the boy ignored the situation in the back and just listened to the music while driving.

Guan Qijun cupped Jian Ya's face and kissed her. Jian Ya shook her head to avoid him, shouting anxiously and fearfully, "No!" Guan Qijun pressed her down on the seat, held her head, and kissed her again. "Jian Ya, I want you, I'm going crazy for you..." Jian Ya felt nauseous from the strong smell of alcohol. She desperately pushed and hit him, shouting repeatedly, "Let go of me! No!"

Guan Qijun ignored her, grabbing Jian Ya's breast through her clothes and kneading it forcefully. His breathing became rapid and heavy, spraying on Jian Ya's face and making her tremble. She couldn't escape his kisses, so she bit him. Guan Qijun was relentless, sucking on her lips and biting her occasionally.

Jian Ya had no choice but to pull her hands away and grab his face and hair. Guan Qijun, wincing in pain, sat up, his eyes bloodshot. He bound Jian Ya and roared, "I told you not to do this! Jian Ya, I like you! I really wasn't just playing around that night..."

Jian Ya looked at him with fear, far more terrifying than when she first saw him drunk. Was she lying beneath this horrifying man that night? Jian Ya struggled with all her might, but Guan Qijun became increasingly irrational. He twisted Jian Ya's hands with one hand and tore her legs apart with the other, pushing her skirt up. Jian Ya immediately screamed, "Ah!" She looked up at the seat in front of her and pleaded, "Classmate! Tell him not to do this!"

But no one paid her any attention. Guan Qijun deftly pulled off her panties and began to unzip his own pants. Jian Ya, feeling a sense of relief, scrambled to her feet, but was immediately pinned down by Guan Qijun. He bound her hands again, one hand reaching for her private parts. Jian Ya lay in an awkward position, unable to close her legs. She cried out in despair, "Guan Qijun! Let me go! No!"

He had never raped a woman before, but Jian Ya's reaction excited him to the extreme. It was as if even the wildest sex couldn't compare to this stimulation. Guan Qijun completely lost his mind. He didn't care that it was daytime and they were on the street, nor did he care that his friends could see everything clearly in the rearview mirror. He parted Jian Ya's labia with two fingers, thrusting his penis into her tender little hole!

"Ah—" Jian Ya screamed in agony. She was completely unprepared for him. Her dry little hole was suddenly stretched open by a thick, foreign object, causing her tears to stream down her face, dripping into her ears.

“Oh! Jian Ya!” Guan Qijun sighed. She was so tight he couldn’t penetrate her, and his position was wrong. He grabbed Jian Ya by the waist and moved her back, making her lie flat with her legs fully open, then thrust forward violently, forcefully spreading her vaginal opening and penetrating her all the way in.

Jian Ya’s screams and cries only earned him more frenzied and brutal treatment. He pounded into her vagina, like a madman, constantly pulling in and out… Watching Jian Ya’s pained expression, he leaned closer to her, pecking at her cheeks, and whispered excitedly as he rhythmically thrust, “Jian Ya, you screamed… Oh… It’s even better than that night…”

Jian Ya broke down. Completely broke down. She kept hitting Guan Qijun, hitting him hard, but Guan Qijun just grabbed her buttocks and continued to violate her, as if her screams only excited him more. All of Jian Ya’s normal understanding was overturned. Why was Guan Qijun raping her? Why could the boy driving be so indifferent? Why did Sissi frame her? Would she still say that if she saw herself like this now? Why Zhan Zijie…

why did she have to suffer all this after falling for Zhan Zijie?

“Ah! Why are you doing this to me!” Jian Ya screamed hysterically, as if that scream had used up all her strength.

This scream also woke Guan Qijun. He stopped what he was doing, looked at Jian Ya, and murmured, “Jian Ya…”

“Ah—why?!” Were they trying to drive her crazy? She had really had enough! Jian Ya struggled to her feet and slammed her head against the car window!

Guan Qijun immediately crawled over to stop her. The impact made Jian Ya see stars. In a daze, she heard the sound of brakes, then everything went black; she couldn't hear or see anything.

Author's Note:

Listening to Ke$ha's "Die Young," I finished writing and read it again, and decided to say something in the author's notes.

Actually, it's a good thing for writers to talk less…

I've been writing this story intermittently, as I go, and the events between the two seem to happen naturally. They meet Guan Qijun while camping; even though Guan Qijun is a jerk, he already had Sissi at the time, so he was relatively well-behaved, acting as a friend and waiting for an opportunity. Zhan Ming visiting Jian Ya on vacation, trying to please her parents, taking her out to eat, etc., are all Zhan Ming's rights, his right to pursue Jian Ya. There doesn't seem to be any love triangle where they have to choose between them. The fact that

they've reached this point means they both have their own issues; I'm not intentionally trying to torment anyone. But at that age, handling relationships and dealing with people is nothing like someone in their 20s being worldly-wise. So-called worldliness is just accumulated experience from learning from mistakes.

So, the pain and growth aren't necessarily bad things.

Finally, regarding Guan Qijun, this story is 1v1, at least it fits my definition of 1v1. After reading so many novels with disgusting female supporting characters, it's not surprising that I wrote a male supporting character that's also hateful. A man with good looks but a scumbag heart can be so bold, which is, to some extent, a product of being raised by a bunch of gold-digging women. There are more crazy people in this world than you can imagine. After what happened on the yacht, is it possible that such a male supporting character would give up halfway through? (If so, I might really consider a harem.) As for this time, I just made things clear. The things on the yacht that night were unclear, and Jian Ya felt that she was the one who made the mistake (which was indeed caused by her lack of self-protection awareness), but this time it was a clear crime.

The story is almost finished, thank you all for your support along the way.

☆, 47 Remembering that first feeling, or forgetting everything .

When Jian Ya woke up, she was like a little white rabbit that had escaped from a wolf's den, frightened and wary. Jian's mother hurriedly sat down by the hospital bed, patted her back and smiled, saying, "Aya, you're awake."

Jian Ya forgot her headache and just cried loudly.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying as soon as you wake up?" She was frantic when she rushed to the hospital. The doctor said Jian Ya had a mild concussion, and the main reason she fainted wasn't a head injury, but rather psychological. She didn't quite understand.

But no matter how she asked, Jian Ya just cried and wouldn't speak. Soon, Jian Ya stopped crying. Jian's mother told her to lie down and sleep a little longer, and gently stroked her hair, asking if she wanted Guan Qijun to come in and keep her company. When Jian's mother came in, she saw Guan Qijun sitting to the side, lost in thought. At first, she mistook him for Zhan Zijie, since she had never met Zhan Zijie before, only hearing Jian Ya say he was a good-looking boy. Seeing Guan Qijun's tall, strong, and handsome appearance, she mistook him for him. She had talked with Guan Qijun outside for quite a while and learned that Jian Ya and Zhan Zijie had broken up a month ago, and now she was with him. After asking about Guan Qijun, she thought he was a pretty good guy. As a mother, she couldn't ask too many questions, and she understood that times had changed; young people dated rather casually than casually. However, she still hoped her daughter would find someone with better prospects and a bit older. She hadn't really liked Zhan Zijie to begin with, and had simply listened to Jian Luo and let things take their course. Now that they were broken up, it was nothing to regret.

Jian Ya's face changed drastically upon hearing Guan Qijun's name. "No! Tell him to leave!"

Jian's mother immediately and gently persuaded her, "Okay, you rest now. I'll let him go home first. He's been with you for so long, he must be tired."

Jian Ya looked at her mother in disbelief, wondering what Guan Qijun had said to her mother to brainwash her like this. He was the one who had bullied her daughter!

Guan Qijun, upon learning that Jian Ya had woken up, wanted to go in and see her, but Jian's mother politely asked him to leave. He could only smile and agree, "Auntie, then I'll come see her again tomorrow." Jian's mother patted his shoulder.

The next day, Guan Qijun brought a large bouquet of flowers. Jian's mother wanted to keep the two of them alone, but Jian Ya immediately cried out, "No! Mom, make him leave!"

"Jian Ya..." Guan Qijun looked sad, "Don't be angry with me, it's all my fault..." Hearing this, Jian's mother was even more eager to leave; it would be awkward for a parent to stay. "Aya, Mom will go buy you something to eat."

"Stop pretending!" Jian Ya finally snapped.

Jian's mother gently scolded her, "Why are you like this? They've come to see you, talk it out."

"Mom! You don't know anything!" Jian Ya cried emotionally, then shouted at Guan Qijun, "Go away! Don't come again!"

Jian's mother frowned, "What's wrong?"

Jian Ya shook her head desperately; she couldn't bring herself to tell her mother. Finally, she glared fiercely at Guan Qijun, "If you don't leave, I'll tell you everything! Please don't ever appear in front of me again, I don't want to see you at all!"

Guan Qijun looked at Jian Ya silently. Seeing the two of them acting strangely, Jian's mother looked at Guan Qijun and asked, "What's wrong between you and Aya?"

Jian Ya stared at Guan Qijun without blinking; if he dared to tell a lie, she would argue to the bitter end. Guan Qijun felt a chill run through him from head to toe because of the hatred and determination in Jian Ya's eyes. He had impulsively sought her out that day after drinking too much… But would he have done that if he didn't like her? He had never encountered such a complicated situation before. Appearing in front of the other person's parents was already difficult enough, and now he was being interrogated like a criminal. However, this matter could be a big deal or a small one… Guan Qijun stood there speechless, finally backing down and whispering, "I'm sorry, Jian Ya, I'm really sorry," before hurriedly leaving.

Jian Ya watched his retreating figure with a look of mockery and disgust, silently calling him a scumbag.

Jian's mother sighed helplessly. Her daughter's temper was truly strange, driving away all the boys who liked her. She wanted to criticize Jian Ya, but seeing her like this, she sighed again.

Before being discharged from the hospital, Jian Ya went to a clinic for a psychological checkup. She'd been keeping everything bottled up inside lately, and even a psychologist wouldn't confide in her. The doctor told her to try to reduce stress, to face life positively, and that she was still young—all that nonsense. He prescribed some sleep aids, scheduled her next appointment, and then let her go.

The day Jian Ya got home, she called Jian Luo. Jian Luo asked a few questions that made her cry, so she had to agree to everything.

Jian Ya went to the post office and mailed the bracelet, earrings, and keys—without a single word, simply returning the past. On the way to the airport, looking out the car window, the October sun was sickly pale. The red and yellow maple trees, after their vibrant display, began to fall, the leaves dancing in the wind, their alluring beauty captivating Jian Ya's eyes. Once, on campus, at the same time of year, a beautiful boy had been showered by a rain of sycamore leaves…

She only wished to remember that initial moment, or forget everything.

【unstoppable】

☆、Ending & Epilogue

He was always a person who didn't like to overthink things, but he forgot that many things, like him, had layers and edges. When the people around him told him how amazing his ex-girlfriend was, how she had secretly bewitched Keith, he didn't say a word. When Sissi pointed her finger at him and cursed, he still didn't say a word.

He believed everyone, except her. Zhan Zijie looked at himself in the rearview mirror, like a crying clown, ridiculous and ugly, yet laughing wildly, "You're wrong." Of the

more than 400 unread emails, not a single one was from her; they were all system emails, spam, and one was from Zhan Ming. If it weren't for the assignment, if it weren't for the hope he couldn't even explain when he checked, he would still be living like a fool, a self-righteous fool, a fool who was so frugal that he wouldn't even install internet at home.

The imaginary enemy awkwardly poured out her bitterness but generously offered her blessings. He didn't need her blessings; she was gone. He didn't deserve to let her suffer so much. Zhan Zijie opened the car door and walked into the bar.

Guan Qijun raised his drunken eyes, glanced at Zhan Zijie indifferently, and continued to drink. Alcohol was his companion he would never replace and was never afraid of losing; as for women, well, forget it.

Zhan Zijie dragged him out, and Guan Qijun swayed, clutching his chest. "Stop talking nonsense,"

Zhan Zijie said, pulling him and throwing him against the wall. "I'm here to tell you that your beat-up car is parked in front of your house, and this is for the repairs. Hide it well, don't lose it." Zhan Zijie flicked a wad of bills at Guan Qijun's face and stuffed it into his pants pocket.

"Wow! You've got money to buy a car? Not bad, not bad..." Guan Qijun kept nodding and grinning foolishly. Just as Zhan Zijie turned to leave, he grabbed him. "Just like that? Do you think that woman's out of her mind? I wanted to be nice to her, but she wouldn't... I really don't understand... She's sick!" Guan Qijun shouted drunkenly.

"You're the one who's seriously ill." Zhan Zijie roughly shook him off and walked away without looking back.

The march break was over, but the ground was still covered with a thick layer of snow. Jian Ya carefully walked towards the teaching building, but her bulky, non-slip UGG shoes stepped on a patch of ice, causing her to stumble and almost fall flat on her face. At that moment, a pair of strong hands caught her.

"Be careful," a gentle voice sounded in her ear.

Jian Ya looked up, and whether it was the glaring sunlight on the snow or the cold air blowing into her eyes, her vision blurred instantly.

"Hi, Jian Ya." That familiar opening line...

How could he be here... She'd almost forgotten him, and in a very, very short time, she'd completely forgotten him.

"I'm here to study IB—" A warm smile spread across his stunningly handsome face, "and to find what's most important to me." The

moment he finished speaking, she broke down in tears. Zhan Zijie pulled Jian Ya into a tight embrace, his grip so strong it felt like he wanted to crush her. He stroked her long, soft hair, kissing her gently and murmuring, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Each apology was like a tear gas bomb, making Jian Ya sob uncontrollably.

They held each other like that for a long, long time.

Until her sobs faded into silence, Zhan Zijie released her and sighed softly, "I'm sorry, there are many things I won't say, but—" He paused, sniffed, wiped his face haphazardly, and cupped Jian Ya's face in his hands, revealing a bitter yet captivating smile, "I know I want you to stay by my side."

Whether she rejected him or didn't forgive him, this time he wouldn't let her go so easily.

Jian Ya looked at him, shaking her head repeatedly, and finally threw herself into his arms. She knew that was the kind of person he was, she knew. And now, there were so many more things—what he wanted to say to her, what she wanted to say to him—all buried in the snow.

No matter how long winter is, spring will eventually come.

(End of main text)

Epilogue

Two years later.

"Ah! Zhan Zijie! Don't do this... I really can't hold back anymore..." Jian Ya complained in a low voice, panting softly.

"Can't hold back what?" Zhan Zijie asked with a smile, his thick member relentlessly thrusting into Jian Ya, his hands also busy grabbing and squeezing Jian Ya's breasts in circles.

"Ah...you know perfectly well!" Jian Ya arched her back, enduring his fierce thrusts. He penetrated so deeply and violently with each stroke...Jian Ya glared at him resentfully, "I'm really going to scream!"

"Then scream, I love hearing it." Zhan Zijie didn't care and continued moving on top of her.

"No! Ugh...Jian Luo will hear!" Jian Ya said, but her legs were wrapped tightly around Zhan Zijie, her heels rubbing against his sexy buttocks. This kind of lovemaking, where she was wary of being overheard, wasn't the first time; it was shameful yet incredibly exciting. "

Then let's move out," Zhan Zijie suggested, not forgetting to take advantage of the situation.

"No, my mom wants me to keep an eye on him, and it'll save on rent, killing two birds with one stone," Jian Ya pouted and immediately objected.

Saving on rent was the main point, wasn't it? Two years ago, because of the car-smashing incident, and considering the tuition fees and the expenses of living with Jian Ya, Zhan Zijie contacted his parents. He transferred the money his parents sent him every year to a joint account he shared with Jian Ya. Who knew Jian Ya would become such a stingy housekeeper, not only guarding the secret stash but also taking advantage of Jian Luo. "Okay, whatever you say!" Zhan Zijie agreed verbally, but his manhood stubbornly continued to pound into Jian Ya's flower path, thrusting into her clitoris more and more violently...

Jian Ya realized that Zhan Zijie was deliberately being mischievous, but her body was so weak from his manipulation that she moaned a few times before begging for mercy, "Ah...actually, if...you could cook as well as you, brother...um...we could move out..."

Zhan Zijie's eyes lit up at the mention of this, and he pecked at Jian Ya's lips, assuring her, "No problem!"

Jian Ya, taking advantage of the situation, smiled at Zhan Zijie with her bright eyes, "I have some good news! My IB credits have all been transferred, and I can go straight to the second year of university! You have to work hard!"

Upon hearing this, Zhan Zijie couldn't help but growl, "Jian Ya—focus on making love!" She didn't need to provoke a man who was clearly a year older than her but was still struggling with IB courses!

"I'm really into it!" Jian Ya chuckled as she got up, pushed Zhan Zijie down, and forcefully sat down on his thick penis, aiming it at her wet vagina. Zhan Zijie immediately let out a satisfied groan, and Jian Ya, seeing this, smiled mischievously. "Is it comfortable?"

"...Continue."

"If it's comfortable, moan. I love hearing that." Jian Ya began to suck and swallow Zhan Zijie's penis, not forgetting to lean down and bite his nipple.

"Oh...Jian Ya, you damn little vixen!" Tonight was destined to be another fierce battle of flesh. ^_^

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