Shi Yang finally held her chin and bit her lip, gently sucking for a mont: "Who was that guy who answered the phone today?"
Zhao ii tilted her head, hesitantly explaining: "Dong Wenjie, a second-year student in the math departnt."
"How do you know him?" Shi Yang’s tongue delved into Zhao ii’s mouth, entangling hers and deepening the kiss.
Zhao ii’s brain was oxygen-starved from the kiss, just as she was becoming absorbed and breathless, Shi Yang suddenly pulled away, lips brushing hers as he asked: "Hmm? How did you et him?"
Zhao ii: "Brother... he pursued before."
Shi Yang squinted his eyes slightly: "Why haven’t I heard you ntion him before?"
Zhao ii said: "I rejected him directly at the ti, there’s nothing much to talk about."
Shi Yang said with a ambiguous smile: "You invited him to dinner today as well, your relationship is pretty good?"
Zhao ii pondered for a mont, feeling that telling the truth wasn’t quite right, but she also didn’t want to lie to Shi Yang, so she said sothing in between: "It’s not that great, just ordinary friends."
"You arranged a dinner party today saying you wanted to repay a favor." Shi Yang tightened his hold on Zhao ii, lowering his head so their faces were almost touching, their breaths mingling on each other’s faces. There was a subtle hint of danger in Shi Yang’s gaze: "You don’t an to say you’re repaying Dong Wenjie, do you?"
Zhao ii looked into Shi Yang’s eyes, knowing she couldn’t hide the truth anymore, so she openly confessed without hesitation: "Yes, he helped out before."
Shi Yang clicked his tongue: "He liked you before... Do you like him?"
Zhao ii tilted her head, smiling and crying at the sa ti as she explained: "Of course not, I only like you. He pursued back then and after I rejected him, he stopped chasing ."
Zhao ii truthfully recounted her usual interactions with Dong Wenjie, earnestly explaining: "I only consider him as an ordinary friend. Plus, every ti I’m with him, I invite Peng Hui and Qian Sing, never alone."
Shi Yang lowered his eyes, unhappily complaining: "You know he likes you, yet you treat him as a normal friend. Isn’t that just inviting trouble?"
Zhao ii’s previously overheated brain from the kiss slowly cooled down. She couldn’t help but happily examine Shi Yang’s face full of jealousy, giggling as she said: "I just didn’t want to owe him any favors, that’s why I organized the dinner."
Shi Yang flipped his beautiful eyelids: "Even treated him to BBQ..."
Zhao ii hugged his neck, giving Shi Yang a kiss: "His head was bleeding, I couldn’t just send him off with a bowl of spicy noodles, right? Treating him to a good al is just settling our debts. Brother, don’t worry, I know how to keep my distance."
Shi Yang’s eyes flashed with a complex emotion, still sowhat upset but knowing further pursuit would be excessive. More importantly, he worried that Zhao ii would start taking Dong Wenjie seriously due to his attitude—resulting in a completely counterproductive outco.
Zhao ii’s hands road across Shi Yang’s waist, rubbing and nudging until she ignited her own fire, unable to resist leaning up for a kiss.
Shi Yang bowed his head, staring into her bright, narrow eyes, feeling heat in his eyes as he leaned down for a kiss.
After a couple of kisses, Shi Yang suddenly said: "ii, take off your clothes, they’re in the way."
Zhao ii didn’t hesitate, straightened up, and started to strip. Her nightgown was just pulled over her head, about to be slipped off, when suddenly her waist was tightly bound, painfully constricted.
Shi Yang embraced her, flipping over and directly pressing her down onto the bed.
"Ah!...Brother!" Zhao ii had her face covered by her nightgown, unable to see anything. She struggled hastily but before she could free her face from the fabric, her wrists were suddenly tightened and her hands were bound together.
Zhao ii’s figure was excellent, waist slender and resilient, hips narrow yet perked, the edges of her triangular panties resting at the widest part of her hip bones, teasingly half-revealed.
The intense visual stimuli overwheld Shi Yang, his eyes burning hot, muscles across his body heating up.
Zhao ii’s body was young and beautiful; he liked looking at it, craved it.
Her nightgown’s fabric faintly let through a thread of light yet it was so indistinct, enhancing every sensory stimulus to the highest level. Zhao ii was stimulated, her breathing growing increasingly rapid...
"Oh... brother..." Zhao ii’s muffled voice erged from her nightgown, blurred and vibrating.
Shi Yang’s hurried movents accompanied his hoarse question: "Does this feel good?"
Zhao ii responded with moans: "Mmm..."
"Can I satisfy you?"
Zhao ii couldn’t help but cry out: "Ah... Yes..."
Shi Yang suddenly pressed down, covering Zhao ii’s head with his hand, roughly pushing her head to the side, his lips pressing against her slender neck.
Zhao ii’s whimper was suddenly cut off as she felt Shi Yang sucking on her neck, with force like he was biting.
"Ouch!" Zhao ii cried out in pain.
As Shi Yang continued his movents, he licked his lips, gaze heavily settled on Zhao ii’s face veiled by the nightgown, his voice gentle: "Okay? Does it feel good? Who else besides can make you feel like this?"
Tears spilled from the corners of Zhao ii’s eyes, her voice frantically calling out: "Ok... Brother! Brother!"
Finally, Shi Yang suddenly released Zhao ii’s bound wrists.
The obstruction in front of her was suddenly removed, Zhao ii was instantly dazzled by the bright lights, mouth slightly open, her eyes brimming with tears, neck and chest flushed with deep crimson, appearing fragile and helpless, yet infinitely enticing.
A heady rush of warmth and joy swept over their souls like a tidal wave.
Shi Yang lay over Zhao ii, their noses touching, his voice hoarse: "Sotis, I genuinely feel like screwing you to death, just like that."
Shi Yang spoke each word steadily, pausing to take a breath, holding Zhao ii’s nose with his lips and kissing lightly: "Never mind...I really can’t bear to, or else I’d just waste you directly and be completely worry-free."
Zhao ii’s mind was buzzing, still not snapping back from that summit of sensation and naturally didn’t fully comprehend Shi Yang’s words.
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