Yan raced forward with all her might and plopped onto Han Qing with a whirl of her body. At the same time, her soft and supple hands hooked around his neck.
A glimmer of astonishment flashed across Han Qing’s handsome countenance, and his eyebrows swiftly creased. He grabbed her slender arms on reflex, his voice chilly. “What are you trying to do?”
Yan said nothing, merely clasping her hands tightly around his neck and moving her body close to him. Since she’d made up her mind, she would never retreat at such a time, so to avoid losing her courage, she’d decided not to say anything to him and pounced on him without any explanation. Hugging him around the neck, she recklessly arched in to capture his thin lips.
The young lady in front of him had just taken a shower, and her body still carried faint traces of shower gel fragrance. Not only that, she hadn’t put on any clothes yet and only had a towel wrapped around her. When it came to towels, they were naturally rather secure when left alone, but now that she was squirming on his body, how could her towel still stay fastened? As she moved, her towel had already started loosening. Afraid that the towel would slip down, Han Qing could only hold her waist with a hand while attempting to refasten the towel around her. The young lady, however, moved forward to kiss him without regard for anything else, so he could only dodge.
When he dodged, Yan only managed to kiss his chin. She was a tad chagrined, but she wasn’t discouraged because of this. Instead, she persisted by moving upward from his chin, while her hands that were hooked around his neck moved downward to touch his firm chest.
Han Qing’s expression changed, and he abruptly grabbed her petite, roving hands. “What are you doing?” he asked once again. However, there was no longer any frostiness in his tone this time, for only anxiousness and panting remained. The young lady gently blinked her shimmering eyes at him, but still, she said nothing. After a while, she leaned forward again, but he gripped her waist with one hand, stopping her from moving any closer to him. “Don’t mess with me anymore.” If this continues, something may truly happen. He was restraining himself back so arduously just to avoid doing anything to her at this time, but unexpectedly, she came over herself to fan the flames. This really had him feeling… utterly exasperated.
Yan struggled to lean forward, but his hand locked her tightly in place like steel chains, stopping her from moving forward. Her eyes turned red, and she lamented weakly, “You’re hurting my waist…”
Upon hearing that, Han Qing was momentarily taken aback before his grip loosened a fraction.
No sooner said than done, the young lady took advantage of this loosened hold and surged forward to kiss him.
All at once, Han Qing’s pupils dilated considerably. When he sensed that her towel seemed to be slipping, his brows knitted deeply, and he secured the towel for her.
Meanwhile, Yan was feeling rather smug since she’d managed to kiss him. If it were during the usual times, she’d definitely be worried about her towel slipping, but she was now pouncing on him, so she had no time to pay her towel any mind! Unexpectedly, Han Qing had taken it into consideration on her behalf, so she’d gotten a sweet deal out of it. Thus, as she pecked his lips lightly, she murmured, “We’re on the balcony now, so if you don’t hold me tighter, I might flash someone else…” After saying that, she persistently burrowed into him.
Han Qing was struck dumb. The cold sweat on his forehead had clearly multiplied, and several more veins popped out. Holding her tightly, he turned his body, shielding her in his embrace with his broad back facing outward. This time, he was truly concealing her entirely.
Taking the initiative, Yan kissed his ear before uttering something in his ear while blowing air into it. Since she was sitting on his lap, she could distinctly sense his physical reaction, and the surprised pleasure in her eyes couldn’t be concealed at all. Pursing her lips, she furtively giggled.
Han Qing’s breathing turned a fraction harder. “Since you know we’re on the balcony, why are you still so licentious?” Gripping her chin, he forced her to raise her head, his gaze profound like a dark and silent night.
Pouting, Yan cheekily declared, “I’m just so licentious. What are you going to do about it?”
“You’ve truly considered it? Won’t you regret doing so in such a place and under such circumstances?”
Yan shook her head vigorously. As though fearing that he wouldn’t believe her, she raised a hand and swore, “I won’t regret it. If even a single word I’m saying is a falsehood, then I’ll… Mmph…”
Leaning down, Han Qing captured her lips. The world went silent. A second passed, two seconds… When a minute had passed, Yan’s hands surreptitiously went up to his back. She was then scooped up and carried into the room before she was placed on the soft covers.
Click! The lights were turned off, and the room plunged into darkness.
Yan could sense the man’s searing breath as he asked her while panting harshly, “This is your final chance. It isn’t too late if you regret it now…”
Biting her lower lip, Yan was silent for a long while before she spoke, “I like you. I really like you a lot… so much so that I’ll never fall for another person in my entire life save you. I don’t care what you think, but I know that I’ll never regret this.” I’ll only regret not bedding you. This final declaration was one she merely murmured inwardly, for while she was being bold, she still dared not utter such candid words at this time.
“Silly girl…” In the darkness, one’s senses sharpened. Caressing her cheek gently, Han Qing pressed a light kiss on her forehead before leaning close to her ear and admitting in a hoarse voice, “I like you, too…”
Huh? Before Yan could digest what he’d said, her lips were ruthlessly captured. Then, there was no chance at all for her mind to wander because Han Qing had no intention of restraining himself anymore. In no time, it became Han Qing’s home court, while she merely accepted whatever he doled out. As the ‘match’ progressed, she wholly lost the ability to think and even… the ability to move.
…
After an indeterminable time, when the sky began lightening, Han Qing carried the young lady who was so exhausted that she was near unconscious to the bathroom for a bath.
Yan’s voice was utterly hoarse, but the hot water washed a third of the weariness off her. Opening her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly. As she gazed at Han Qing who was close at hand, her face inexorably flushed. I have truly… succeeded… The most glorious moment in my life is when I… have finally bedded my crush! She wanted to shout in joy, but she was truly too tired, so her eyes promptly closed, and she didn’t even know how she got back to the bed later.
She only knew that when she woke up the next day, it was already 2:00 in the afternoon. She was famished, her legs shaking, and she had no energy at all. Lying on the bed, she gazed up at the ceiling and contemplated it seriously for a minute before she took out her cell phone and texted Han Muzi.
Meanwhile, Han Muzi was playing with Little Sprout. When she suddenly saw the message from Yan, she almost choked on her own saliva. Cough, cough… She stared at the message, her face flushed. This girl is really too much! Why must she tell me everything?
