Honestly, Zhou Yuwen hadn’t planned on sleeping with Zheng Yanyan last night. He thought that just holding her as they slept would be enough to let things blow over.
But, unexpectedly, Zheng Yanyan was moved by his words and offered herself to him.
When she took off her nightgown and straddled Zhou Yuwen, she wasn’t entirely bare—she still wore a little CK piece. But this only highlighted her beautiful figure even more.
Zhou Yuwen hesitated briefly but then pulled her into his embrace.
They began kissing, rolling around together. Zheng Yanyan, being inexperienced, didn’t really know what to do. She made soft noises as she kissed him, reaching out to fumble with the buttons on his pajama top.
Zhou Yuwen, however, was more straightforward. He slid his hands down her back and slowly tugged down her little red CK.
The way her hipbones joined her slender waist was lovely, and as he slid the red CK down inch by inch, her perfect figure gradually revealed itself to him.
Zheng Yanyan, feeling shy, covered his head with her hands, her voice soft and playful, “Don’t look.”
Zhou Yuwen laughed, “How am I supposed to know where to go if I don’t look?”
“You’re terrible.”
The red CK slipped down her long legs to her ankles. Zheng Yanyan’s figure was similar to Lu Lin’s, with both girls having long, slim legs, though Yanyan’s seed even fairer.
…
Zheng Yanyan laughed, half frustrated and half amused, calling Zhou Yuwen a “bad boy.”
“Bad boy?” he said, pretending to be offended. “I can show you sothing even worse!”
…
Zheng Yanyan’s body was indeed perfectly proportioned—not undernourished like Lu Lin’s, nor as extre as Tao Yanyan’s. She had just the right curves, her body glowing even brighter under the moonlight.
Naturally, she was shy, not entirely sure of what Zhou Yuwen was doing.
…
With a small, delicate hand, she tried to cover herself bashfully.
“There’s nothing to hide at this point,” Zhou Yuwen said.
“You’re awful, don’t look!”
“No way, I’m going to look! And I’m not just looking—I’m going to kiss you too!”
At that mont, Zhou Yuwen suddenly thought of Su Qing and felt a brief pang of guilt.
“Are you serious about that?” Zheng Yanyan asked, startled.
“No, just kidding.”
“Hmph, had
going there! You’re just sweet-talking .”
“You look kind of disappointed, though?”
“Heh, maybe a little… Want to try it together soti?” she grinned.
“Look at you, daring more than !” Zhou Yuwen said, pulling her in for a kiss, one hand lifting her long leg.
“Mm…”
…
The red CK still dangled off her right ankle.
After that night, Zheng Yanyan had a rough ti. Things could have gone a lot more smoothly, but she couldn’t help stirring up Zhou Yuwen.
“Hang in there, baby, just a little longer,” Zhou Yuwen whispered as he held her close, changing positions and lifting her by the waist.
“Ah! Zhou Yuwen, what are you doing?!” Zheng Yanyan squealed, clinging tightly to his neck, afraid he’d drop her.
Fortunately, Zhou Yuwen was strong enough to support her weight, holding her in place as they went on.
Afterward, both exhausted, they lay wrapped up in each other and fell into a deep sleep.
It’s unclear how long they spent like this—from starting with her on his shoulders to him holding her in his arms, then lying side by side. They switched positions, with Zhou Yuwen pulling her long leg over him, using his fingers to support her.
Zheng Yanyan cried a little, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure.
In the end, even the bed sheets held the imprint of their entwined forms, marking the most joy Zheng Yanyan had ever felt. Finally, she drifted into a deep sleep.
The next day, with the sun already high, they slept until noon. When Zhou Yuwen opened his eyes, he found Zheng Yanyan lying in his arms, her eyes red, looking at him with a slightly wounded expression.
Startled, Zhou Yuwen chuckled, “What’s wrong? Did soone bully you?”
Zheng Yanyan pouted, “I shouldn’t have co back with you last night! You’re so an!”
Zhou Yuwen sighed, “Weren’t you the one insisting? And didn’t you say that, at the very least, we’re in love, right? Still feeling it?”
“Oh, you’re so annoying!” Zheng Yanyan nearly died of embarrassnt, glaring at him with a flushed face. “Well, I’ve given you everything now. Happy?”
Zhou Yuwen, playing coy, smacked his lips, “Hmm, it was okay, I guess?”
“What?” she gasped, nearly furious.
“Alright, alright, I know you were a good girl. Sweetheart.” Truth be told, last night was pretty satisfying; she’d truly given her all.
Wrapped in his arms, her pale shoulder nestled against him, Zheng Yanyan asked, “Will you still argue with
in the future?”
“No, no more argunts.”
“And if I get mad?”
“How could I ever let my darling get upset?” Zhou Yuwen teased, holding her tightly.
Satisfied with his sweet words, Zheng Yanyan finally smiled.
“Honey,”
“Yeah?”
“Can you call
‘wifey’?”
“Wifey,” he said, grinning.
“Mm, good boy.”
“Hubby.”
“Mm?”
“I need to go to the bathroom~”
“Then go; why are you telling ?”
“Hee hee, because I want you to carry ~”
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