“Hmm… look over there.” Yang Haoran pointed towards the classroom building, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and exhaled a swirl of smoke. “It’s happening over there now.”
Hearing this, Wei Ming recalled that when he and Haorzi had left, Han Lili had come to find Ji Youxi along with Xiao Shaowan. A flicker of excitement stirred within him.
The closer one gets to success, the more apprehensive one becomes, let alone a young man yearning for love.
Having reached this point, Wei Mingๅ่ felt a surge of youthful timidity. He hesitated and said, “Haorzi, is it really okay to do it like this?”
“Then do you have the guts to chase Han Lili yourself?” Yang Haoran’s tone was calm as he flicked the ash from his cigarette. “Forget chasing her, don’t I know you? You get nervous just being near Han Lili. If you managed to say a single sentence to her, you’d probably get weak in the knees.”
Wei Ming was left speechless. He hemmed and hawed for a while before sighing. “It’s not like I want to be this way. I’m not like this with other girls in our class. It’s just her. She always makes me feel like I’m being controlled. I can’t help but get nervous, my palms sweat.”
Yang Haoran patted his shoulder. “That feeling will go away after you’ve fucked her.”
People are different. Some are naturally dismissive of girls andๅ่ๆถ่ท the affection of many. Others, by just staying reclusive, lack confidence from the start, their hearts convinced they are unworthy, wondering how they could ever match the idealized perfection they see in their crush?
Perhaps the biggest failure is believing that the other person would never be interested in you.
Goethe saidโWhatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.
…
The setting sun slowly sank in the west, the evening glow dyeing the horizon red. That splash of brilliant crimson was like a fairy’s iridescent robes, intoxicating those who beheld the sublime scenery.
Down below, students swarmed out following theๆพๅญฆ bell, their figures seeming to be draped in a layer of golden gauze. The evening glow was gentle, the breeze intoxicating.
Teaching building, rooftop. “You’re here.”
After braving the northwesterly wind on the rooftop for over ten minutes, Yang Haoran, leaning against the parapet with his hands, saw a graceful young woman emerge from the stairwell.
Xiao Shaowan walked over to him, her beautiful legs moving in alternating steps. She stood beside him, looking down at the campus scenery with him. She gently tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, her exquisite profile coming into Yang Haoran’s viewโcool and beautiful, like a blooming lily.
It was clear she had็ฒพๅฟๆๆฎ่ฟ, wearing light makeup that made her radiant.
From Yang Haoran’s perspective, she was tall and slender with well-proportioned curves, her long hair cascading over her shoulders down to her waist.
She wore a simple off-the-shoulder white T-shirt and a short black skirt underneath. Particularly noticeable were the beautiful legs encased in white stockings below the skirt, long and even.
Between the short skirt and the stockings was an area of pale, fair thigh known as the absolute territory, which appeared even softer and fairer against the white stockings. On her feet, she wore a pair of white and pink sneakers.
“You made me wait so long just to change clothes?” Yang Haoran asked, looking at the beautiful and captivating Xiao Shaowan, his mouth feeling dry.
Xiao Shaowan glanced at him in surprise. “The skirt is more convenient.”
“You thought I wanted to do that?” Yang Haoran chuckled dryly.
Xiao Shaowan looked at him puzzled. “You asked me to come to the rooftop, wasn’t it toโฆ” She trailed off, her face slightly flushed, yet it made her even more alluring. Even though they had already done that sort of thing, mentioning it still made her too embarrassed to speak.
She realized she had misunderstood.
Before she could ask anything, Yang Haoran took out his phone from his pocket and sent a text message to Wei Ming, who was still in the classroom. Then he leaned in and kissed Xiao Shaowan’s exquisite cheek, his hand naturally snaking around her slender waist.
He said leisurely, “What you thought wasn’t entirely wrong either. The skirt is indeed more convenient.”
As he spoke, Yang Haoran tightened his arm around Xiao Shaowan’s slim waist. Xiao Shaowan didn’t resist, leaning into his embrace following his pull.
Under the setting sun and evening glow, the two resembled a couple deeply in love, snuggling together. The boy handsome, the girl beautiful, like a perfect pair of a golden boy and a jade girl. It was a scene of aesthetic beauty meant to be admired from afar, not up close.
Because up close, one wouldๅ็ฐ the jade girl’s cheeks gradually flushing, her clothes becoming disheveled. Two buttons on the white T-shirt over her้ ฅ่ธ were undone, the garment half-open, revealing a large expanse of fair spring splendor. Through this glimpse, a white bra could be seen hanging loosely.
Two towering, snow-white breasts were being kneaded and shaped by the golden boy’s left hand, two rosy peaks faintly visible. The golden boy’s right handๆขๅ ฅ the depths of the jade girl’s short skirt, moving, fingering, and stirring. The sound of moisture seemed audible, several shiny, wet streaks่ๅปถ down from the depths of her fair thighs onto the white stockings.
“Mmm~~ Mmm-hmm~~” Xiao Shaowan’s face was flushed, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, her eyes half-open and half-closed. Suppressed moans escaped her red lips.
Yang Haoran felt the warmth and wetness around his right middle finger, the slick, tender cunt being fucked in and out by his digit. His finger sensed the soft, warm, thick walls of Xiao Shaowan’s cavity and the wet, slippery่่คถ.
Yang Haoran looked at Xiao Shaowan็ซ่ฝฏ in his arms and chuckled. “Does my finger feel good, Wan Nu (Slave Wan)?”
“Mmm~~ Mmm~~ It feels good!~~” Xiao Shaowan frowned, unconsciously clamping her legs together, and saidๆญ็ปญ, “You’re just~~ mmm~~ fingering me~ like this~~ Mmm-hmm~ Don’t you want to~ fuck me?”
Yang Haoran shook his head. “I do. Didn’t you notice down below?” As he spoke, Yang Haoran thrust his hips forward slightly, the thick, hard rod-like object rubbing against the crevice of Xiao Shaowan’s buttocks.
“Hmm?”
Before Xiao Shaowan could ask, Yang Haoran pinched her nipple with his left hand and explained, “But now is not the time. Someone will be coming up soon.”
Xiao Shaowan’s dazed, beautiful eyes suddenly cleared considerably. She widened her eyes, looking at Yang Haoran in disbelief, her voice trembling. “You want to give me to someone else?”
She began to struggle. Yang Haoran hurriedly held her down, but Xiao Shaowan now was like a wild bull, struggling desperately, completely devoid of the็ซ่ฝฏๆ ๅๆ from moments before. Yang Haoran could barely restrain her. Just as he was about to explain, Xiao Shaowan gazed coldly at him, her clear voiceๅฌ็ๅ้ฝฟ: “If you give me to someone else, I will jump from here. I don’t want to become dirty!”
Seeing her stop struggling, Yang Haoran comforted her in a soothing voice: “I won’t. I, Yang Haoran, am not that kind of person. Even if you are just my sex slave, I would never give you to someone else. You can rest assured.”
“Then what do you mean?”
Hearing this, Xiao Shaowan’s body still trembled uncontrollably. Clearly, she wouldn’t let it go without a proper explanation.
Submitting to Yang Haoran, even degradingly becoming his sex slave, she was willing! Because no matter what, this man had saved her mother.
But if Yang Haoran wanted to treat her like goods, to be casually given to another man for play, that crossed a line in her heart she could not bear. She could not accept it.