As soon as the two touched each other, the desire that had been suppressed within their bodies was instantly and completely awakened, erupting all at once.
Shi Yang had a strong scent of alcohol in his mouth, and as he hooked Zhao Meimei’s mouth with his tongue tip, he immediately left a trace of burning heat inside her mouth.
Zhao Meimei’s skin felt as if it had been electrified, unable to stop trembling with excitement, her brain feeling hazy and tingling in ecstasy, with sparks flying before her eyes.
Shi Yang kissed her delicately; his actions starting soft and growing urgent. He quickly undressed both of them, then covered her again, his deep, dark eyes tinted with a glass-like glow, his gaze completely plunging into danger, yet filled with deep affection.
Shi Yang cupped Zhao Meimei’s face, looking at her, clearly sober yet seemingly completely drunk. He deeply gazed into her captivating, dark eyes, placing a warm kiss upon them.
The last psychological barrier crumbled completely, everything falling into place naturally.
Zhao Meimei was already destined to be his; they had belonged truly to each other for a long time, with no one else ever coming between them.
Shi Xiaoyang was like a pair of red-hot tongs in a coal stove, able to burn a hole directly into Zhao Meimei’s lower belly. Even so, Shi Yang still clench his teeth and proceed patiently, inch by inch. The two who had suppressed themselves for too long never thought that their first time would be so wild, without much fuss or hesitation, giving themselves willingly and naturally to each other.
Shi Yang eagerly asked, "Do you really want to give it to me?"
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Shi Yang fixed his eyes on Zhao Meimei’s beautiful body, reached out and touched her face, "Once you give it to me, you’ll be mine, for life, no regrets. Have you really made up your mind?"
Zhao Meimei answered softly, "I plan to be with you for life; I’ve never thought about anyone else."
Shi Yang’s mouth curled into a smile, "Meimei, do you truly love me?"
Zhao Meimei replied, "Yes, truly love you."
Shi Yang leaned down, kissed Zhao Meimei, solemnly promising, "Meimei, I will be responsible for you, treat you well for a lifetime, and never change my heart."
Any fear and anxiety Zhao Meimei had in her heart were dispelled by Shi Yang’s promise. She responded cheerfully, "Brother, go ahead, I’m willing."
In the hotel, there were condoms provided, and Shi Yang took one, using it with intuitive understanding, needing no instructions, directly tearing it open and putting it on.
Shi Yang held Zhao Meimei’s hands tightly, trembling, and fiercely kissed her neck twice; the love in his heart melted to the utmost happiness, feeling so moved he almost wanted to cry, his nose tingled, yet he still wished to wholly embrace the person before him.
Shi Yang nervously and eagerly asked, "Does it hurt? Meimei? Could it cause harm?"
Zhao Meimei kept her eyes tightly closed, her lips trembling slightly, clearly in pain but still gritting her teeth holding on, shaking her head: "No, it’s fine."
Through the slit of her eyelashes, Zhao Meimei looked at Shi Yang’s handsome face, the whirlpool in his eyes seemed to be consuming her very soul.
Shi Yang dared not exert force; observing Zhao Meimei’s furrowed brow, he softened his movement, asking, "Feeling better now?"
On Zhao Meimei’s forehead was a thin layer of sweat, as she endured it, the two beautiful butterfly bones on her back fully extended, gently trembling under the warm orange lamp light, then suddenly contracting, exhaling a long breath...
Zhao Meimei transitioned from a girl to a woman overnight, unable to describe with words that extreme satisfaction and intensely sensory experience when she first was with the one she loved.
She simply felt that it was unbearably painful yet incredibly euphoric, the unprecedented sensation leaving her dizzy and disoriented. She could only hold Shi Yang tightly, savoring in silence the happiness of becoming one, inseparable.
Later, Zhao Meimei often reminisced about that night, still feeling her heart fluttering as if wanting to soar.