The bright moon hung high in the sky, casting dancing shadows on the trees.
Just as the minute hand was about to strike eight, Ruan Qingqing returned ho.
"Qingqing, you're back?"
Hearing the noise, Ruan Chuyao ca out of the inner room. When she saw the girl closing the door, she smiled kindly.
"You must be starving to co back so late. I'll go heat up so food in the kitchen."
Ruan Qingqing stepped forward and held her hand, "Mom, I already ate outside.”
Ruan Chuyao was surprised at first, then she looked at her daughter and smiled, "What kind of feast did you have? Your little belly is all bloated."
Ruan Qingqing's cheeks turned red.
After an hour-long bus ride, the food she had eaten earlier had long been digested. There was no way it was as exaggerated as her mother said.
"Mom, you're teasing again."
"Look at you, even when you're angry, you sound so delicate."
Ruan Chuyao patted the girl's head affectionately and didn't tease her any more.
"Did the boy you went out with get ho safely?"
She casually asked, "Did you send a ssage to make sure he got ho safely?"
Ruan Qingqing nodded and started to answer when she suddenly realized that sothing was wrong.
"Mom," the little fox puffed up in slight annoyance, "you're trying to get information out of again!"
Ruan Chuyao gently pinched her daughter's cheek.
"Do you really think your mother is clueless? I can tell from your cheerful face that you went on a date with a boy."
"N-no, I didn't."
Now it was Ruan Qingqing's turn to feel guilty.
Her eyes darted around, avoiding direct eye contact.
Seeing her daughter's reaction, Ruan Chuyao's initial suspicion was imdiately confird.
"Qingqing."
She hesitated, then sighed, clearly rembering so unpleasant events from the past.
"Your constitution is special. Most n who approach you have ulterior motives."
"Mom!"
Faced with her mother's serious advice, Ruan Qingqing's usual obedient and gentle deanor changed, and her tone beca noticeably more agitated.
"Mu Mu is definitely not like that. If most of the n who approach have bad intentions, then Mu Mu is definitely one of the few exceptions!"
"Alright, alright, Mom understands. If Qingqing says he's not, then he's not."
Ruan Chuyao quickly patted the girl's head, gently reassuring her.
"As long as you know what you're doing. No matter what happens, you must always protect yourself."
Hearing this, the little fox, who had been bristling, gradually cald down.
Calming down, she rembered her earlier overreaction and turned her face away in embarrassnt.
But this shyness didn't last long before Ruan Chuyao said with a teasing smile, "But to call him Mu Mu so intimately, your relationship must be quite good."
Ruan Qingqing's face instantly turned bright red like a boiled shrimp.
She wanted to retort, but could only stamr incoherently.
"I-I-I... I'm going back to my room now, Mom."
She turned her head awkwardly and tried to escape to her room.
"Qingqing."
A soft sigh ca from behind.
"If you have ti, invite him over. I'd like to et him."
Ruan Qingqing's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Her mother's sigh was light, but it resonated deeply in her ears.
Such a short sentence, yet filled with deep aning and complexity.
It conveyed fear, worry, and advice...
A mixture of emotions, all of which she could understand.
Holding the doorknob that she had yet to turn, Ruan Qingqing was montarily lost in thought.
...
The night was gradually getting darker.
The clouds in the sky parted to reveal the bright moonlight.
The shadow of a stray cat quickly darted through the streets and alleys. At this hour, most people were already deep in their dreams, but the window of the girl's room still had a faint glow.
After taking a bath, Ruan Qingqing stared blankly at the dark ceiling above her, her mind replaying her mother's words.
Although not explicitly stated, the underlying ssage was one of deep mistrust.
She understood her mother's concern.
In this society, people's hearts are hard to fathom.
No one can be sure whether those close to them have ulterior motives.
That's why her mother was worried about her ability to judge people correctly, afraid that she might be deceived or hurt by a charming but deceitful man.
Ruan Qingqing looked at her body.
She wore nothing underneath, her limbs and waist were slender and frail, yet her chest was full, outlined by the white nightgown, and her pale skin was smooth and delicate.
In the end, no matter how well developed any part of her body was, it was still just a body with the sa physiological structure as any other woman.
But in the mouths of so, it beca a synonym for evil.
It was an excuse to commit cris.
It was the source of arousing desires.
They would look at her with lecherous eyes while pretending to be considerate and caring.
They would jokingly ask if she often drank milk or ate papayas, or if it was difficult for her to find the right size when shopping for underwear - questions that were clearly offensive.
From childhood to adulthood, there were countless such incidents.
Because of these experiences, she gradually developed an exceptionally keen sense of emotional perception.
She was no fool.
Ji Mu's approach might have had a purpose, but it was definitely not malicious.
So, that was enough.
Ruan Qingqing couldn't help but smile.
If it were the old her who extrely disliked the opposite sex, she would never have thought that one day she would care so much about a boy.
As she turned around, her ssy hair fell over her shoulders, and her loose nightgown revealed a large amount of skin.
Ruan Qingqing didn't mind at all and picked up the phone on the bedside table.
The light from the unlocked screen illuminated her porcelain-white face, reflecting the photos in her album in her pupils.
Each photo was taken from a different angle, all secretly taken by her at noon while Ji Mu slept.
Her heartbeat quickened with each swipe, matching the sound of the wind hitting the window, like a drumstick hitting a drum, making a "thump, thump, thump" sound.
She didn't know which photo her finger had touched.
The person in her eyes rested quietly on her lap. Even though his face, covered by large glasses, was plain and unremarkable, she couldn't get enough of looking at him.
The boy's lips were very attractive, enough to be called beautiful.
His upper lip was slightly thin, while his lower lip was fuller.
The color of his lips was a healthy red, shiny as if coated with grapefruit gloss.
Just as so people are naturally suited to certain things.
Those lips looked... very good for kissing.
Ruan Qingqing's throat moved, and she suddenly felt an inexplicable thirst.
When it ca to cleanliness, Ji Mu was undoubtedly the most outstanding among boys his age.
Even after running and sweating, he always had a pleasant scent of soapwort.
What would his saliva taste like?
Would it also be sweet?
Swallowing the saliva that flooded her mouth, Ruan Qingqing was shocked by her own perverse thoughts, but at the sa ti, she couldn't suppress the rising curiosity and desire in her heart.
She clearly knew that this curiosity was a deadly poison that was leading her step by step into the abyss, but she couldn't help but fall in.
"Mu Mu..."
Her fingers gently stroked the boy on the screen, but the sound coming out of her mouth was heavy and rough, in contrast to her actions.
She wasn't a good girl.
The boy she cared for was lazy and casual, yet she couldn't help but fantasize about his other side.
It was as if she wanted to pull the high and mighty god down from the clouds.
She also wanted to rip off his indifferent shell.
Until that primal and sexy appearance was completely exposed in front of her.
So, when the desire ca and there was no place to release her evil thoughts, would the boy also choose to relieve himself on a quiet night...?
"Mmm... Ah~"
Shaking, panting heavily.
The fantasies in her mind reached their peak.
The heart beneath her ribs suddenly tightened and twitched, growing more intense with each passing mont. It felt as if it were wrapped in an impenetrable, transparent plastic sheet, and her blood, which had been flowing freely, suddenly ca to a halt.
All that remained was the heat rising from her body.
So hot, so searing.
The feeling she had experienced last night was returning - no, it was coming faster, even more overwhelming this ti.
The barren wasteland of her mind was rapidly filling up and overtaking her.
Ruan Qingqing bit down hard on her lips.
She clutched her phone tightly with one hand, while the other moved on its own...
She didn't want this to happen.
I really don't want to.
But whenever it's about Ji Mu, I can't help but imagine his fresh and clean body endlessly. All my thoughts are preoccupied and my heart is racing just to catch a glimpse of his unknown side.
"Mu... Mu Mu..."
Gasping breaths like soone drowning desperately trying to surface.
Soft moans, lost in reality.
She thought of the tis when she had an emotional breakdown.
The young man patted her head and said, "Ruan Qingqing, you were never an annoying girl."
She thought of the tis when she was oppressed by unscrupulous parents and harsh teachers.
He stood before her and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here.”
She thought of the twilight under the mulberry trees.
He solemnly told her, "You are not just anyone.”
She thought of the soft evening breeze blowing through the treetops.
He sat at the table, answering each word with a light laugh, "Here I am.”
Every fragnt, every fra, was him.
An indescribable chill lingered in her blood, spreading through her veins and arteries, reaching her heart.
Her heart pounded uncontrollably from this feeling, like thunderous war drums beating fast and furious against her chest.
Uncontrollable, unrestrained.
"Mu Mu..." the girl moaned softly and hoarsely, the na that belonged only to her.
"Mu Mu..."
"Mu Mu..."
"Mu Mu..."
Each ti the final note grew longer, each ti more urgent.
Her fragile mind, thin as paper, shattered at a touch.
Until a blinding white light flashed before her eyes, and she collapsed weakly back onto the bed.
As the tide receded from the beach, Ruan Qingqing closed her eyes, physiological tears seeping from the corners.
I'm sorry...
Mu Mu
——
The room was dark.
Outside the window, a few stars would occasionally twinkle, only to be obscured by clouds the next mont.
Dazed, Ruan Qingqing groggily opened her eyes.
For so reason, she found herself back at the bus stop where she had left the young man.
"Your bus is here."
A familiar lazy voice was next to her.
But this ti, she didn't let the fear of rejection drive her to board the bus and choose to escape, as she had done in the evening.
The emotion called courage broke the shackles of past cowardice. Ruan Qingqing lifted her head and expressed her true thoughts in response to the young man's previous question.
"I... really don't want to go ho."
"Don't want to go ho?"
He looked down at her, his face as lazy and indifferent as ever. "Then what do you want to do?"
It was the sa calm, unflappable tone.
Ruan Qingqing's fingertips dug into her palm.
It shouldn't be like this...
At least in front of her, he shouldn't always have this indifferent attitude.
A voice whispered provocatively in her ear.
Those dormant, hidden dark thoughts began to stir and began to influence her mind.
"What do I want to do..."
She fixed her gaze on the young man and took a step forward.
"Does Mu Mu really want to know?"
Her voice was soft and gentle, but the madness in her eyes was disturbing.
He seed startled.
Instinctively, he stepped back, but tripped over the bench behind him and fell onto it.
Just as he was about to stand up, his shoulders were pushed down again.
"You... mm."
Kneeling on the boy's lap, Ruan Qingqing leaned down and kissed him.
She cupped his cheeks, her fierce actions carrying an undeniable ruthlessness.
She was like a starving beast, wantonly gnawing at the coveted fresh at.
Devour him!
Sack him!
If you don't, one day it will belong to soone else.
No... not soone else.
This unexpected action finally jolted the other person out of his shock, his expression no longer as calm as before.
Ruan Qingqing adored his disheveled, panicked appearance.
The gentle caress of her hands turned into a powerful embrace that wrapped tightly around the back of the young man's head. Her lips, like an invading army, sought to consu him completely, reveling in the sweetness and tenderness of each mont.
He raised his hands, trying to break free, his voice filled with protest and discomfort.
"Enough! Let go!"
Even as his mind fogged from lack of oxygen, he refused to let go. Greedily, he wanted to continue experiencing the pleasure of their bodies rging.
"Not enough."
Not enough...
It's still not enough...
It's never enough!
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