While walking downstairs, Xiao Shaowan stumbled, nearly slipping. Yang Haoran quickly caught her arm. “Be careful. If it’s too difficult, just walk slower.”
He glanced at her unnaturally parted legs—a testament to his own handiwork—which left him in no position to complain.
“Mhm.”
His considerate gesture warmed Xiao Shaowan’s heart. It seemed that after shedding his wicked side, he still cared for her deeply.
“Let me support you.”
“Is that okay?”
The flush of her recent experience still lingered on Xiao Shaowan’s cheeks. Her face was tinged with redness as she blinked her clear, innocent eyes at Yang Haoran, looking both pitiful and adorable. He found it somewhat amusing.
“You don’t need to be afraid of me. As long as you don’t betray me and behave as my obedient pet, your master won’t punish you arbitrarily.”
Yang Haoran spoke softly, his large hand stroking her fair, delicate cheek. His touch was as though he were caressing a cherished pet.
Xiao Shaowan met his dark, profound gaze. Though she couldn’t fully decipher the young man’s true intentions, it didn’t stop her from responding appropriately.
Like a pet seeking affection, she actively nuzzled his palm with her exquisite, beautiful face to show her submission. Then, in a soft, languid tone, she said, “Yes, my master~~”
She drew out the last word, making it sound both obedient and seductive. Coupled with her moist, red lips, the effect was subtly tantalizing. Yang Haoran felt a restless itch inside—this little enchantress! If not for the time and place, he would have pinned her against the hallway railing and fucked her hard right then.
Noticing the fiery desire in his eyes, Xiao Shaowan grew somewhat afraid. If he lost control, her sore lower body would suffer again.
Fortunately, Yang Haoran wasn’t as consumed by lust as she feared. Instead, he carefully supported her as they descended step by step.
Some classrooms were already brightly lit, filled with students who had arrived early for evening self-study. Even in the vast campus, there was no shortage of diligent learners.
Once they reached the ground floor, a cool evening breeze swept over them. Xiao Shaowan, wearing damp panties, shivered.
Her underwear and stockings were still wet. The chill penetrating through the moist fabric made her uncomfortable all over, especially as her lower body continued to ache faintly.
Yang Haoran, who had initially intended to part ways with her here, glanced at her and frowned slightly. He pulled out his phone from his pocket to check the time: 7:03 p.m.
School ended at 5:10 p.m., and he usually made it home before 5:30. It was already past seven, and with more travel time ahead, he knew he couldn’t avoid a scolding from his mother.
“I’ll walk you back to the dorm,” he offered.
Since he was already this far, Yang Haoran decided to see things through. It wouldn’t take much longer, and the outcome at home would be the same anyway.
“It’s alright, Haoran. You should head back early.”
With students occasionally passing by, Xiao Shaowan avoided calling him “master.” She waved her hand to decline.
“Can you make it back on your own?”
Yang Haoran raised an eyebrow, glancing pointedly at the area beneath her skirt.
Xiao Shaowan’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she fell silent. Even the slight friction from walking caused her swollen labia to ache. Making her way back to the dorm alone would indeed be difficult. After a moment’s consideration, she agreed.
After all, they had already done everything there was to do—and what hadn’t been done yet, or even more intimate acts, would happen eventually. There was no need to worry about being seen.
And so, Yang Haoran supported the limping Xiao Shaowan as they made their way toward the girls’ dormitory.
Rows of plane trees lined the campus path. Street lamps standing beside them had already lit up, casting a bright white glow over the pair, their long shadows trailing behind.
From time to time, students passed them—some looking surprised, others curious, and many gazing enviously at Yang Haoran, captivated by Xiao Shaowan’s striking beauty.
Yang Haoran paid them no mind—until he encountered someone he never expected to see.
Xu Liang!
With his handsome features, well-defined edges, and piercing black eyes, Xu Liang cut an impressive figure. Dressed in a white shirt and black cropped pants, his hair neatly styled, he carried a book under his arm. When female students greeted him, he responded with a polite smile—the very image of a refined gentleman. No wonder so many at school idolized him as the “school heartthrob.”
There’s an old saying about wolves in sheep’s clothing, but Xu Liang was clearly not one. His courtesy and cultivated demeanor seemed genuine, likely the result of a rigorous upbringing and excellent family education. Perhaps he was the carefully nurtured product of an elegant, well-bred mother.
He was a role model for students, the “child from another family” praised by parents, a top student in the eyes of teachers—a seed of future social excellence!
Xu Liang smiled in response to the greetings from female students. Even if he didn’t know them, he didn’t want them to feel awkward—a habit that went against his mother’s teachings.
He had always been this way, and it had become second nature.
After returning the greeting and passing the beaming girl, he was about to continue on his way when he noticed a couple supporting each other about twenty meters ahead. The young man was looking directly at him.
Just as he prepared to respond with a smile, his eyes fell on the girl beside the young man. Instantly, his smile froze and vanished.
The young man was supporting the girl intimately, like lovers. Under normal circumstances, it would have meant nothing to him—teen romance was none of his business. But the girl’s face was all too familiar to him: those sparkling eyes, clear and bright, shimmering like stars, had appeared in his dreams countless times.
Xiao Shaowan! The girl he had fallen for at first sight. Whether it was the result of youthful hormones or mere attraction, he couldn’t tell—but he had fallen for her.
The first time their eyes met, he had been captivated. Sneaking glances at her curvaceous, fiery figure made him blush, and the image of her long, swaying legs was etched into his heart.
When you like someone, their every smile and frown involuntarily occupies your thoughts. That was how he felt.
His longing transformed into letters he sent to her. Although only the first one received a response, and she remained silent afterward, he persisted.
Well-read from a young age, he had come across a passage in a book that resonated with him:
“A youth without a girl who occupies his dreams is a failure—a life incomplete!”
He had found her. For the first time, he defied his mother’s teachings. The feeling of his heart racing uncontrollably was intoxicating, as if the very air carried a sweet fragrance.
He painstakingly observed Xiao Shaowan’s every move, even mapping her usual routes across campus in his notebook and committing them to memory. He engineered countless “chance” encounters before mustering the courage to speak to her.
Eventually, after countless nights of contemplation, he could no longer restrain his restless heart and rashly confessed his feelings. He was rejected. In that moment, his mind went blank, and his fiercely pounding heart seemed to stop.
He left awkwardly, but liking someone doesn’t simply vanish because of rejection.
He continued to watch her silently from afar, channeling his longing into letters. He waited for her, occasionally fantasizing about a future together—perhaps one that would bring a bright smile to his face when looked back upon.