Intimate night.
It’s a night of gentle kisses and deep affection.
Intimate refers to the extrely close affection between spouses or lovers.
Very intimate indeed.
But Fang Huai felt it wasn’t intimate enough.
The hotel sofa was spacious, big enough for Fang Huai and for Yang Shaoqing, who was leaning on Fang Huai.
"Mmm...no, you can’t."
Although Yang Shaoqing spoke softly, the strength with which she pushed Fang Huai’s fingers away was surprisingly strong.
Fang Huai’s right hand, which was hugging Yang Shaoqing’s slender shoulder, tried very hard yet pretended to be casual as it reached down, wanting to give a squeeze.
But for so reason, the power that cos with virginal nervousness is exceptionally strong.
Even as he hugged Yang Shaoqing hard, trying to make her laugh and seize the chance to breach her defenses, Yang Shaoqing would beco vigilant.
Oh my god, this is exhausting.
A hand that wouldn’t grow tired hanging from a bar for ten minutes is now starting to feel sore.
And the feet hurt, too.
There is only one hard place on the body.
Cough.
A bottle cap.
Forget it, settle for less.
The rogue right hand withdrew, and when Yang Shaoqing was relaxed, casually landed on her dress.
Her legs are very well-proportioned.
Brother Yang must have never missed a physical education class from childhood.
A beauty among humans.
Fang Huai’s hand caressed the dress, and the two pale legs that glowed white imdiately crossed sowhat unnaturally; when Yang Shaoqing’s red cheeks turned to Fang Huai, her eyes were full of annoyance.
"I...I want to go ho..."
Feeling the sensual atmosphere of the room, Fang Huai thought the blush on Yang Shaoqing’s face was just too adorable and couldn’t help but hug her shoulder again and draw her into his arms.
Afterward, he uttered a classic phrase of n.
"Don’t go, just stay here with , I promise, I won’t touch you."
Everyone probably knows what the next step in the process is.
But then Yang Shaoqing said sothing that had a calming effect on n:
"First accompany to et my parents, and afterward, we can...is that okay?"
Fang Huai’s heart stumbled.
The cooling effect was extre.
"Okay."
Though it was just lip service, he didn’t dare to hesitate with his words; hesitation ant no love.
Yang Shaoqing is really easy to coax; with just a simple promise, happiness filled her eyes.
Repay kindness with kindness, her pouty lips imdiately showed up.
Nectar-filled.
Nectar...
Palace nectar wine, one hundred and eight per cup.
Eighty, eighty...
In the mont of kissing, Fang Huai’s mind was a total ss,
but Yang Shaoqing’s long eyelashes lightly fluttered, tickling his face.
Fang Huai’s animal desires quickly climbed to high ground, and he held her even tighter.
"Mmm..." Yang Shaoqing let out a soft moan, her hand once again blocking between them.
"You can’t."
Fang Huai exhaled deeply and let go of her.
Tired, just let it all fall apart.
...
Pure love is invincible.
That night, Yang Shaoqing slept soundly in the next room.
Fang Huai hugged a pillow and stared for a long ti at the flickering green navigation lights on a rooftop platform outside the window.
According to regulations, generally, high-rise buildings over 45 ters in height need to have these navigation lights installed.
They flash, very regularly.
It wasn’t until 6 o’clock, when his eyes had turned green and the navigation light had also gone out, that he covered himself with the blanket and fell asleep.
Before sleeping, his mind was still full of complaints.
Damn it, why is there only green on this platform, not a speck of yellow?!
...
"Thump thump."
The first response when Fang Huai got up was to look at his watch.
Damn!
8:38? This is bad.
Fang Huai suddenly swung his leg to the side.
Shit, my leg is still on the bed!
How can this bed be so big?
After observing his surroundings, Fang Huai lay back down and stared at the ceiling, coming back to his senses after a long ti.
It had been half a year; for the first ti, he was entirely enveloped by a soft bed, and he felt deeply uncomfortable.
The military’s tal beds are long enough for one person, wide enough for one person, great for fixing many people’s sleeping habits. They’re good for lying on your side, but definitely not for turning over. You’d have to wriggle on the bed to complete even a half-turn.
While sleeping, he unconsciously turned several tis and felt like he was about to fall off, waking up with a start each ti.
But the edge of the bed was still far away.
A person who had thrown himself into military life, once out, really can’t adapt to anything.
"Thump thump."
"Fang Huai, are you up yet?"
Yang Shaoqing’s weak voice ca from outside the door.
"Up now!"
Fang Huai then did a kip-up, quickly putting on a vest and sweatpants, went to open the door barefoot, and apologized to Yang Shaoqing waiting outside:
"I thought you were the maid coming for room inspection."
Yang Shaoqing was still in last night’s dress but had her hair tied up in a high ponytail, fully bringing out the flavor of a youthful girl.
Yang Shaoqing, looking at Fang Huai, was equally srized.
Fang Huai didn’t wear the outer sweater, his body like a streamlined figure, not quite bulky but even more appealing than bulky.
"Hey, hey, lovestruck little sister, your drool is about to fall, you’re allowed to look, so don’t peek sneakily, it’s not fair."
Fang Huai watched Yang Shaoqing’s dazed expression and felt his entire body brimming with suppressed excitent.
Damn it, I slept in and didn’t even have a wet dream.
Thinking this, he turned around sowhat annoyed and put on that thin sweater.
He knew his own figure quite well; sotis, after a shower, he couldn’t help but stand in front of the mirror for a while to admire himself and ask, "Am I more handso than Xu Gong in the north of the city?"
It’s ridiculous, I’m a beauty incarnate.
With this body, I could at least find an older sister in a big city who has her own business.
Of course, Yang Shaoqing’s figure is also perfect among won, "leg-play-year" this old phrase, Fang Huai actually found it in his dusty mories last night.
"I bought you breakfast..."
Yang Shaoqing ca in bashfully, placing a bowl of Yibin burning noodles on the table.
Fang Huai got dressed, hugged Yang Shaoqing again, and teased her, "But I still want to eat you."
"Ah, ah, ah."
Yang Shaoqing freaked out and ran outside to breathe fresh air.
Last night, after she went back, she really missed that warm embrace. Fang Huai was asleep, and she woke up, spacing out for a long ti. Then she wandered around the hotel for a while, took another shower when she returned to the room, and when she saw the dawn, she took out her little notebook with her romance plans, ticked "have breakfast together," and went downstairs again.
Her emotions, which had finally settled, were stirred up again by Fang Huai.
Big pighead.
Fang Huai freshened up quickly, and when he ca out, Yang Shaoqing had re-entered the room and closed the door, but she was afraid Fang Huai might want to shower, so she stood by the door, not daring to co in.
Seeing the two bowls of noodles on the table, Fang Huai opened one, and the aroma was so enticing he couldn’t help but bring his hands together as if he were at mass.
"It’s been so long since I’ve had burning noodles! Thank the bounties of nature!"
Yang Shaoqing, flustered, took eight yuan out of her small backpack and placed it on the table.
"Dummy, it’s a gift of twenty yuan, okay! It sacrificed itself and beca eight yuan, and that’s how we got these two bowls of noodles!"
Fang Huai then happily wrapped his arm around her slender waist and handed her a pair of disposable chopsticks, "Right, right, right, my wife’s gift. Hurry and eat. I’ll go with you to the school to play badminton later."
He and Yang Shaoqing often made many promises over the phone; whenever Yang Shaoqing excitedly said, "Let’s do this or that together in the future," Fang Huai would always say, "Sure, sure, sure."
Of course, not a single thing had been done.
But Yang Shaoqing still looked forward to it and continued to ask him.
Gradually, a mountain of debts accumulated.
Her roommates probably made fun of him yesterday because they also saw him as the Cake King who dares to promise anything but accomplishes nothing.
It was ti to pay back so of those debts.
Yang Shaoqing, however, expressed so concern, "You, your foot just got hurt, don’t play badminton. Let’s watch a movie instead?"
Fang Huai laughed, "I have to go to the concentration training in a few days. What’s a ga of badminton? But later, I need to buy a computer, adjust my flight itinerary back at the hotel tonight, and for the rest, for the next two days, I’ll let you make the plans. I’ll spend the weekend with you, and then go back to Chongqing on the 30th."
Her eyebrows danced, eyes turning to surprise in an instant.
Her moist little mouth, which had just applied lipstick, left a faint scent on his face.
"Turtle Fang, you’re so nice! Then I’m going to hold a big bucket of popcorn at the movies! You carry my drink!"
"Sure."
"I want to, I also want to buy you clothes, and take a stroll with you on the streets."
"Sure."
"..."
"Anything else, say it quick, ti waits for no one!"
"Wait for ! I need to check my little notebook!"
...
Fang (staring at the notebook in amazent), "Wow, I owe you this much debt."
Yang (happily), "Yep, and there’s this too, you helped take revenge, popped the balloons at the stall, and grabbed that ultimate prize, a gigantic Teletubby! That owner made a lot of money off of !"
Fang (tactically leaning back), "Girl, I’ve never practiced shooting, no promises! Which Teletubby? If not, I’ll just buy you one."
Yang, "Emm... I rember it was yellow!"
Fang (shaking his head), "Yellow won’t do, absolutely not! I’ll get you a red one instead, little Po! I, Long Ao Tian, vow to protect Liu Bo’er with my life."
Yang (confused), "...Liu ber?"
Fang (contemplating), "Okay fine, Yang Bo’er."
Yang (rolling eyes), "Humph, who’s Liu? Don’t tell it’s Huang ber."
Fang ((◐‿◑)?), "Huang Bo’er is... what the heck is that?"
Fang ((ﾟдﾟ)), "...Huang Jiaojiao? Impossible! Liu Bo... it’s a cody act!"
Yang, "Then, then did you ever hold paws with her?"
Fang, "..."
Yang (holding hands), "What about a hug?"
Fang, "..."
Yang, "A kiss..."
Fang Huai panicked.
(￣Д￣)ﾉ, "No! I swear I never did in my life!"
Yang Shaoqing just humd, gave Fang Huai a peck on the face, and perked up again.
٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و, "Let’s go for a walk!"
...
Two days later.
At the airport.
Yang Shaoqing, arms entwined around Fang Huai’s arm, waits for the plane with reluctance.
Just before the boarding gate opened, Yang Shaoqing seed to suddenly make up her mind and said,
"Fang Huai..."
Fang Huai paused.
Since she called my na, this must be sothing serious.
"Yeah?"
"After I graduate, I’ll sign up to join the firefighting troops? I’ve talked with Uncle Zhang, and he said that starting next year, they will promote college students, and if I perform well, I can be one of those promoted."
"That Elder Deng..."
Fang Huai frowned and said, "The military is hard, don’t go. Even though female soldiers won’t do much, new recruits have to undergo training. I’ve heard the training for female soldiers is really tough, and those female squad leaders are quite fierce, and for the next two or three years, you won’t have any ti."
Yang Shaoqing lifted her pretty eyebrows and sighed, "I’ve thought about it... anyway, you’re also busy most of the ti. This way, we’ll have a lot more to talk about in the future."
After hearing this, Fang Huai smiled ambiguously, "Don’t want to graduate and get married anymore?"
Yang Shaoqing looked up at him.
"I know you don’t want to get married so soon. This way, I can give you a little ti."
Fang Huai smiled and gently patted Yang Shaoqing’s head, "Life is short, loving soone is indeed the most important thing, but one should also climb a mountain, chase a dream, do what you love. Don’t be influenced by , I’ll always be there."
Yang Shaoqing’s eyes curved, her smile as bright as a bustling sumr day.
"So will I."
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