The moonlight was gentle, filtering through a corner of the curtain and settling on the large hotel suite bed.
Guan Yongyi squinted her eyes, and could clearly hear her own heartbeat.
Thump, thump, thump...
Just as people often say, it was like a little deer rhythmically bouncing inside her chest.
She suddenly remembered everything since she had met Lu Jincheng.
The first time they were alone together, she had invited Lu Jincheng to dinner to thank him for helping her move.
The second time they were alone, Lu Jincheng had visited her law firm to consult on some legal business, and she had given him a ride back to school.
The third time was a day before her birthday, when Lu Jincheng had given her a small kitten.
Until that time when Lu Jincheng, using a clumsy excuse and under the guise of visiting her home to chat and unwind, with Mian Mian as a pretext.
The two watched a movie, drank craft beer, and chatted casually now and then.
That big boy, with his brilliant sunny smile, as if after a series of preparatory words, had gently taken her small hand.
Guan Yongyi actually felt that perhaps she should have been more reserved.
But it was probably because she was drunk at the time, or maybe it was for another reason.
She merely symbolically tugged at her wrist and let him continue holding her hand.
Having such an intimate physical contact with a man was also a first in Guan Yongyi’s life.
Not long after, Lu Jincheng visited her again under the pretext of chatting about Mian Mian.
Even though it was somewhat unoriginal, the girl experiencing the thrill of affection for the first time still felt that everything was fresh, beautiful, and worth anticipating.
And Lu Jincheng had clearly groomed himself; each time he saw her, his clothes and hair were spotlessly clean, accentuating his sturdy, fit physique that was faintly visible under the contours of summer clothing.
Guan Yongyi was sure that he was an experienced old hand.
With previous tacit consent, Lu Jincheng grew more confident.
Using any excuse, pretending to teach a kitchen novice how to fry an egg, he took her hand again.
The two cooked together, ate, and talked, and what were aimless everyday topics felt uniquely romantic and interesting.
Holding hands, arm around shoulders, waist-hugging, embracing.
Lu Jincheng advanced steadily, slowly encroaching on her comfort zone.
Recalling further, there was that abrupt and sudden...
About that day, she actually didn’t have much memory left.
She only remembered that at the time, she forgot to dodge.
Dizzy, weak at the knees, but feeling the world spinning around, her body trembling, she surrendered her first kiss.
For a moment, it was as if time had stopped.
Day and night shifted, stars moved, the ground beneath her feet turned to clouds, the surrounding air as warm and sweet as ice cream, and every scenery under the blue sky transformed into some kind of halo.
From childhood, Guan Yongyi had fantasized about her first kiss several times.
Every girl watches novels, TV shows, web dramas.
And often, her mother would reach out to cover her eyes during these scenes.
At this time, she would scoff from the bottom of her heart and secretly grumble.
"Just a kiss, what could happen?"
But when it actually happened, she found herself panic-stricken yet immensely sweet, realizing that just this could make one feel like falling through the clouds.
Going further in her memories, the two confirmed their relationship, with distance gradually closing up.
Until she appeared here.
Guan Yongyi subconsciously called a halt. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NoveIＦire.net
Her pitiful eyes, low husky voice, yet with a hint of sweetness.
"I, I’m a bit scared."
It was fear, it was dread, it was something else.
But distinctly, it was not an impossibility.
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s, but it represented some form of determination.
This was, in fact, the most direct declaration.
After saying this, Guan Yongyi tightly closed her eyes, giving and taking as needed.
It felt as if dozens of seconds had passed, and then she felt her entire body lifting into the air.
Strong arms crossed her neck, supporting the junction of her thighs, lifting her up.
She wasn’t as tall as Zhou Sinin, but her limbs were soft, and being held , she didn’t dare open her eyes.
The room light had already been turned off.
Just after being carried to the middle of the large bed, the short-haired girl immediately felt something rough beneath her back, as if someone had placed something under her.
Lying there, waiting, Lu Jincheng half leaned against the headboard, rustling and making some noises.
Her cheeks already flushed from the alcohol, and her pretty eyes, too embarrassed to open fully, she couldn’t help but slightly peer through her eyelids, sneaking a glimpse of what the man was actually doing.
She only saw his last action.
Lu Jincheng undid his bonds, kicked his pajamas down from the bedhead like throwing away trash.
She didn’t dare to look anymore.
Lying face-up with her eyes closed, she let him kiss her slowly starting from her forehead.
She knew that Lu Jincheng loved the spirit between her brows, said she resembled a female star from the eighties and nineties, always praising her non-stop.
From forehead to eyes, then to the tip of her nose, to the cheeks, and gradually followed her fair skin downwards, he explored untaught.
He should like it, right?
That’s why he lingered lovingly.
Her heart felt as if several little people were holding hands dancing, heating up again, a completely unfamiliar experience.
Her left and right legs, unable to help themselves, bent and leaned together, using the overlap of their inner muscles to alleviate the persistent tension.