The hallway light was dim, and the two were so close that their cheeks were almost touching each other. Along the way, Yu Fengji looked at her fair skin and the faint scent that drifted into his nostrils, slowly closing his eyes.
How much self-control did he need to prevent himself from pulling her into his arms?
To like soone but to suppress such impulses and instincts.
The hand at Yu Fengji’s side quietly clenched into a fist.
Actually, Xin Wu wasn’t wrong. While he wasn’t as outstanding as she claid, nor a model student, he certainly was stronger than average. Perhaps his strength lay in his self-control and his capacity for endurance.
They finally reached the doorway on the third floor. Fu Xinwu steadied herself, trying to help him with the keys. Unbeknownst to him, she twisted her ankle, directly causing Yu Fengji to fall too, both of them tumbling to the ground. In a hurried scramble, Yu Fengji’s reaction was swift, grabbing Fu Xinwu’s waist and twisting mid-air, using his body as a cushion.
Fu Xinwu landed on him without any pain, yet they ended up embracing each other.
At that mont, the air seed to freeze, and the sound-controlled light stayed on for less than a minute before automatically shutting off, plunging the hallway into darkness.
In this pitch-black environnt, sounds were amplified. Fu Xinwu heard her own intense heartbeat, his heartbeat, and his gradually heavy breathing. She shifted slightly, wanting to rise, but Yu Fengji held her waist tightly, refusing to let go.
She moved again but instead of standing up, she fell back into his arms, her mouth accidentally touching sothing soft and warm in the dark. Out of curiosity, Fu Xinwu brushed it with her tongue.
Yu Fengji’s mind exploded, as though fireworks burst forth, leaving his mind blank. All his self-control crumbled at that mont, with her lips pressed against his so softly, so sweetly, as he had dread for years.
How could he possibly refuse this mont?
So he reached out and pressed Fu Xinwu’s nape, not allowing her to retreat or regret. Their lips stayed tightly together, letting him indulge in tasting the sweetness and beauty between her lips and teeth.
Yu Fengji pried open Fu Xinwu’s pearly teeth, his tongue plunging in, wantonly exploring every inch of her mouth. This was the girl he had longed for, since the stirrings of youth, she was in every dream he had.
In those dreams, he had done far more outrageous things to her.
He had often felt guilty, remorseful, and afraid to see her, yet missed her terribly when she wasn’t around... All these years, Yu Fengji’s thoughts were solely occupied by her. He never imagined that his dreams could beco reality.
Fu Xinwu was dazed by the kiss, mind void, only aware of how soft his lips were, and his tongue... How unfair, how could it do that, or this? It was far deeper than any knowledge she learned in her dical lectures.
But why didn’t she dislike it?
In those old dical and physiology classes, there was ntion of kissing between n and won, at which she felt uneasy, with a subtle hint of aversion. However... Now, she not only didn’t dislike it but liked it a lot.
This feeling was hard to describe, her mind tingling and body completely devoid of strength, soft as spring water.
"Mmm mmm..." Fu Xinwu felt she was about to faint, finally rembering to struggle.
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