Tang Li felt as if she were floating in the sky, her mind momentarily blank, as if lacking oxygen, while gentle kisses fell on her lips. Her hands were still tightly clutching the shirt on Song Baiyan’s body.
The man’s palm caressed her waist through the bath towel.
Once Tang Li had completely calmed down and was less tense, she let go of Song Baiyan’s shirt and tentatively started to unbutton it.
Then, with a flushed face, Tang Li said, "I’m supposed to be on top; I can’t let you bully me."
With his head lowered, Song Baiyan allowed her to have her way. His gaze became increasingly indulgent, as a few strands of the girl’s hair wrapped around the base of his left thumb, adding a touch of tenderness to his firm demeanor, "It’s a girl’s first time; you shouldn’t be on top."
"..." Tang Li’s movements in unbuttoning slowed down.
Even if she hadn’t experienced it herself, she knew the first time could be somewhat painful. If it were girl on top, it might hurt more than she imagined.
She couldn’t quite remember the entire process clearly.
In the end, it was indeed man on top; Tang Li didn’t end up climbing on top of Song Baiyan.
When the moment truly came, it wasn’t as painful as she thought. Song Baiyan, like other men, had a dominant side in bed matters, but he would stop for her discomfort.
—He wouldn’t disregard her feelings.
The bedroom light was dim, and Song Baiyan slowly interlocked fingers with her.
In the heat of passion, there was intimate, whisper-soft kissing.
Tang Li had rehearsed similar scenarios in her mind many times. Now that it was truly happening, it was different from what she imagined; not that they weren’t compatible, but Song Baiyan’s gentleness didn’t leave any shadows in her heart, even on the first time.
It felt as ordinary as having a meal together.
Afterwards, Tang Li felt like her body had been run over by a vehicle—an exhaustion of spent energy—feeling somewhat sleepy, yet she still turned her head to ask Song Baiyan, "How was it?"
Song Baiyan was catching his breath; he couldn’t help but smile at the question. Such a question was more challenging to handle than political inquiries. Yet, meeting Tang Li’s somewhat expectant gaze, he pulled her and the covers into an embrace, holding her tightly: "If it wasn’t satisfying, are you planning to go again?"
The man’s Adam’s apple moved, and he spoke in a lazy, hoarse tone.
Under the covers, Tang Li moved her legs slightly.
Although somewhat sore and weak, there wasn’t any particular pain.
So, she softly murmured, "I can go again, but let me rest for a few minutes first."
Song Baiyan: "..."
"I know you didn’t fully enjoy it."
Tang Li’s cheeks brushed against the man’s sweaty shoulder as she spoke, feeling very real. In the main bedroom with the air conditioning on, it was like nestling into a warm harbor. She couldn’t help but add, "In novels, the guy can go seven times a night, each time lasting at least an hour, and some can even stay in the room for three days and nights."
"..." After a moment, Song Baiyan asked her, "What kind of novels are you reading?"
"Just ordinary romance."
"Ordinary romance that talks about bed matters?"
Tang Li: "..."
Song Baiyan didn’t continue discussing the topic with her, holding her instead, he just said, "Such things require moderation; too much or too little isn’t good."
Actually, Tang Li somewhat guessed that because it was her first time, Song Baiyan was being this restrained.
When she woke up, it was already dawn.
Tang Li turned over, but her arm didn’t find Song Baiyan.
Upon opening her eyes, she found herself alone in the bed.
Just as she sat up, the bedroom door opened, and it was Song Baiyan coming in.
Song Baiyan had already showered, wearing deep blue pajamas, hair slightly wet, and in his right hand, he held a delicate paper box containing a birthday cake.