He suddenly stopped and tightly held her hand, because he felt sorry for her. With an unprecedented gentleness, he kissed her on her brows, her face, her collarbone...
He waited until her body gradually relaxed. Then, he tried again.
He didn't dare go hard, afraid of hurting her. He was so gentle and slow like he was guarding the most precious jewel in the world.
He waited for her to slowly adapt to him before moving faster.
Everything he felt was like a wonderful dream, an ethereal dream. It wasn't until they'd finished that he lay there in disbelief.
He was on top of her for quite some time before he looked directly at her face.
Her beautiful face was mere inches from his, but he still reached his arm out to tenderly caress it. It wasn't until his fingers felt her smooth skin that he realized it was all real and snapped back to his senses.
In that moment, he looked at her with softness, full of uncontained joy.
He couldn't help but grab her little hand and put her soft fingers to the corner of his lips. Every now and then he bit them lightly and kissed them softly.
Her body trembled lightly under his affection. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.
She hadn't sobered up yet, but through her tipsiness, her dark eyes glowed with the reflection of the lights in the room.
In that moment, he stared drunkenly into her eyes.He clearly saw his own image reflected back at him.
He didn't know just how long they stared at each other, but his body grew increasingly warm. Sparks flew.
He lost control once againand kissed her lips.
She didn't struggle. This time, she wasn't as uncomfortable and inexperienced as before. This time, her body was far more soft and compliant, so much so that her arms reached out and latched onto his shoulders.
His body shivered violently, then he exerted full strength from his body to dive into her.
Compared to the first time, the second time was far wilder and lasted much longer.
She bit her bottom lip, and just as they reached climax, she couldn't help but let out a low moan.
Even though her voice was soft, he heard it clearly.
He stopped suddenly and stared unwaveringly at her for quite some time. Then, he flipped over to the side, away from her panting body.
She was exhausted. As soon as they finished, she shut her eyesand fell into a deep sleep.
But he wasn't the least bit sleepy. His mind was frighteningly awake.
The air in the room was filled with their scent. With every inhalation, his heart felt like it had been ruthlessly struck by a thousand cuts.
It was summer, and due to his vigorous movements, his whole body was drenched in sweat. Yet he felt like his whole body had been through ice and snow, as a cold breeze travelled through the depths of his bones.
He didn't stay in the room for long. He quickly jumped out of bed, took a shower, got dressed, and left.
His classmates in the private room on the second floor had already left. Alone on the streets at night, he stared at the light from the lamppost not too far away. The words she said in her low, mellow voice while under his body suddenly rang in his ears.
As he stood on the balcony, He Jichen quietly thought back to the past. But then, he snapped back to realityand forced himself to stop.