Wang Jian’s strength was now far beyond what Song Tianran could subdue. He lifted her completely off her feet, and standing by the bed, he let her cling to him while he nonchalantly ate a peach. It was a honey peach, incredibly sweet and full of juice. Who wouldn’t enjoy one?
Wang Jian hadn’t even done anything yet—a single bite was enough for its juice to soak his clothes. Through the fabric, he felt a spreading coolness followed by a damp warmth. He knew this peach was perfectly ripe.
Without a second thought, he grabbed Song Tianran’s dress and pulled hard.
With a loud rip, the garnt was ruined.
Unlike his own tattered shirt still clinging to his fra, this was the only thing she wore. Wang Jian tossed the ruined dress aside without hesitation.
It was like peeling a peach, revealing its plump flesh, now exposed to the air and ripe for the taking.
"Ah!"
Song Tianran could only let out a cry of surprise, startled by Wang Jian’s sudden action. She was nowhere near as composed as when she had been stripping his clothes earlier. "What are you doing?"
There was a hint of playful protest in her voice.
Wang Jian noticed that perhaps the act of ripping her dress had stunned her, because her gaze had softened considerably. The phrase ’gentle as water’ might not have suited Song Tianran before. If I had to describe her previously, I’d definitely use ’passionate as fire.’ But now... she can live up to ’gentle as water.’
However, this change prompted so reflection. Have I been too gentle with her before? So she’s the type who responds to roughness?
Lost in thought, Wang Jian raised his hand and slapped her peachy buttocks, eliciting another shout from Song Tianran. This ti, however, she said nothing. Her gaze softened even more as she buried her face in his shoulder.
Seeing this confird his suspicion.
Looks like I’ve been using the wrong approach all along.
Ard with this realization, he completely dominated the ensuing battle, leaving Song Tianran to plead for rcy repeatedly.
When Wang Jian threw her onto the bed, she was still reeling. Her fiery buttocks were slapped twice more, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably, leaving her with no strength to retort. By the ti Wang Jian was on top of her, all she could do was beg.
"Ah! Stop, please!"
「An hour later...」
Song Tianran lay beside Wang Jian, listening to his heartbeat. Her fingers idly played with the hair by his navel, sotis twirling it, sotis smoothing it as if with a tiny comb.
"I never would’ve guessed," Song Tianran spoke softly, a hint of defiance still in her eyes. "Have you found another woman? It feels like you’ve learned so new tricks from soone. You’re not like you were before. You’ve changed... beco more of a man."
Another woman? Learned so new tricks? More of a man... Does she think I wasn’t a man before?
Wang Jian shot her a glance, naturally not about to take that bait. He had indeed changed quite a bit over the past few months. A man, after all, is always growing.
"I never would’ve guessed either," Wang Jian said, "that you like it rough."
"What are you talking about!"
As expected, his words made Song Tianran blush as if she’d been caught. She slapped his chest. "What do you an, I ’like it rough’?"
Receiving her glare didn’t faze Wang Jian in the slightest; he just laughed. "You don’t rember what you were like just now? Or did you get amnesia?"
"Oh, stop!" Song Tianran was genuinely shy this ti, whining softly. "That was a normal reaction. A normal reaction to feeling good."
Her repeated insistence only proved his point.
Wang Jian chuckled and deliberately asked, "Are you sure that was ’normal’?"
Song Tianran nodded. "Actually... no matter the woman, most of us like a man who’s a bit domineering. It’s just a matter of degree..." She obviously knew what he ant by "liking it rough" but was just playing dumb. She hadn’t expected him to suddenly change like this. She continued to explain, "Of course, different styles bring different kinds of pleasure."
"Just like before..." Song Tianran seed to recall sothing and suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha, you know what?"
"What?"
"When we were together before, you were always so well-behaved. You’re a serious and earnest person, but I never expected you to be so adorkable at tis like that..." Song Tianran looked up at Wang Jian before lying back down on his chest. "I quite liked that feeling, too. It felt like I was teasing you, which gave a different kind of thrill."
"But..." She poked him with her finger. "Seeing you now... I don’t know if you were pretending to be cute back then or if that was the real you."
This was the first ti Wang Jian had ever heard her say such things, and his curiosity was piqued. "So which do you think is better? Before or now?"
"Huh?" Hearing his question, Song Tianran frowned and gave it serious thought. "I have to choose one?"
"Yeah. It’s quite interesting." Wang Jian felt like he was gaining new experience, and it sparked a thirst for knowledge that reminded him of his school days. "Co on, tell ."
When Song Tianran heard him, she turned to look at him again. Seeing the expression on his face, she smiled. His tone reminded her of the man she used to know.
This man hadn’t really changed.
Song Tianran smiled and said, "I want both, of course. Only children make choices. Adults want it all."
Wang Jian was taken aback. Sotis, I really think this woman is more of a man than I am. She’s just like my old college roommates, an animal seemingly driven by its lower half. Then again, my experiences over the past few months have given a new understanding of won. In truth, they’re no different from n when it cos to desire; in fact, their desires can be even more intense. Of course, that’s only if you can actually pique their interest. Those seemingly cold won are probably just not interested in you. This woman is different, though. She’s so lively, she’d even make a good friend.
"What’s wrong?" Song Tianran found his gaze strange. "What are you thinking, looking at like that?"
"Oh?" Wang Jian smiled. "I was just complinting you in my head."
"Complinting on what?" The corners of Song Tianran’s mouth tilted up as she pressed her whole body against his. "Do tell."
Feeling the softness that a single hand couldn’t contain, Wang Jian couldn’t help but laugh. "I was saying you’re like a honey peach."
"A honey peach?"
Song Tianran was taken aback. She had been a ball of energy her whole life, and no one had ever praised her like that before. Wang Jian’s sudden comparison made her curious. "Why a honey peach? Everyone else usually calls a psycho."
"Hahahaha," Wang Jian didn’t reveal his true thoughts, simply saying, "Because you’re juicy, tender, delicious, and beautiful!"
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