"Sweetie, don't..." Yin Han tried to stop the little hands that were messing around inside his clothes.

At the same time, he raised his head, his lips slightly moist.

"Why not? I like it." Nan Sheng said, reaching out to pull at Yin Han's shirt.

"Sheng Sheng...no." A layer of suppressed sweat covered Yin Han's smooth forehead, the veins on his arm supporting him bulged, and the strands of hair hanging down to the corners of his eyes concealed the rolling pain in his eyes.

But Nan Sheng acted as if she hadn't heard him, shaking off his hand and forcefully pulling off his shirt. Yin Han hurriedly grabbed her mischievous little hands, pleading, "Sheng Bao, please don't!"

Yin Han practically begged for it.

Nan Sheng threw his clothes on the ground in a domineering manner and hugged him tightly.

Their upper bodies instantly touched, and Yin Han felt he couldn't hold on any longer.

Nan Sheng's eyes, misty with moisture, were like a beautiful whirlpool, drawing Yin Han's soul into them.

Sensing that Yin Han's resistance wasn't as strong, Nan Sheng released him and slowly cupped his face, starting from his forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, nose, and lips...

She kissed him again and again, then slowly moved down to his neck, collarbone, chest, abs...

"Baby Han, why don't you want it? I like it, the familiar taste makes me feel safe, don't be afraid, okay?"

Nan Sheng continued the kiss, demonstrating her feelings through her actions.

"Goodness..."

Yin Han gradually felt at ease thanks to her gentle voice and actions, and began to wholeheartedly feel her love.

"Mmm, your sweetheart is here, can I give you a kiss?"

"It's not dirty, my sweetie likes it, don't be afraid, okay?"

Perhaps it was the overwhelming sensory impact on Yin Han, or perhaps it was the girl's gentleness that made him so infatuated that he forgot the unbearable things that had happened before.

The soft, chewy texture of each bite made him want to succumb to her charms. He couldn't resist any longer and kissed her, prying open her lips and teeth to swallow the sweetness bit by bit.

But after only a few minutes, Yin Han couldn't take it anymore and hugged her tightly, feeling her softness with all his might.

Nan Sheng went from being the one initiating the conversation to being the one receiving it. The warm lips of the person on her body seemed to have been infused with a soul, carrying a burning heat that made her heart scald.

He gripped the sofa, his chest heaving violently with tension.

This is more like pandering.

Yin Han noticed Nan Sheng's movements, grabbed her wrist, intertwined their fingers, and traced the outline of her ear with his moist lips: "Sweetie, it hurts..."

Nan Sheng subconsciously moved, not knowing what she had bumped into, and only heard Yin Han groan.

“I’m not afraid, I can do it…” Nan Sheng kissed the corner of his mouth to prove her stance.

Then his hand slowly moved down, trying to untie the drawstring of Yin Han's black casual pants.

But Yin Han grabbed her hand: "Sweetie, don't."

He wanted her, wanted to possess her completely, but not now.

He didn't want to possess her like that, but the girl's consent sent his heart soaring.

"Why? Don't you want me?" Nan Sheng's eyes gradually filled with tears. Didn't he feel her love?

She wanted to give him what was most precious to her.

"No, no, darling, how could I not want you? My body and soul yearn for you day and night, I want to possess you every moment, I even dream about you countless times, but I'm afraid of hurting you, my heart aches for you..."

So that's how it is. But for Nan Sheng, this isn't a form of harm. As long as two people love each other, are happy in body and mind, and have no regrets, their communication is like a beautiful gift. (Note: This is for the sake of the plot. In reality, we all need to protect ourselves. Human hearts are unpredictable, so be cautious just in case! It's best to wait until marriage.)

"What will you do if you feel unwell?" Nan Sheng asked, seemingly unintentionally, as she looked down the question.

The memory of last time is still vivid in my mind.

"Why not just look openly and honestly?"

Yin Han asked in a low, hoarse voice.

"???" Nan Sheng didn't react for a moment.

Yin Han smiled and picked her up in his arms. Nan Sheng clung to him like a koala.

Neither of them had a shirt on, and Nan Sheng tightly hugged his neck, her soft body pressing against his hard chest, which made Yin Han feel both sweet and painful.

"Does Hanbao want to show off her skills on the bed?" Nan Sheng seemed not afraid of the "danger" coming at all, and was even a little excited.

There was no reply from Yin Han; all that could be heard was his quickening footsteps upstairs and his barely audible, rapid breathing.

The next second, Nan Sheng sank into the soft blankets, and Yin Han immediately covered her.

Nan Sheng was more enthusiastic than Yin Han had imagined. As soon as he got on top of her, she hugged him and swayed from side to side, snuggling against him and drawing out her voice with a soft, coquettish tone: "Baby Han, do I smell good?"

Yin Han's forehead veins were about to burst. He genuinely felt that the girl was just asking for trouble... but what could he do? He just couldn't bear to part with her.

His lips landed on the top of her head, Yin Han's voice was low and hoarse: "Sweetie, don't hurt me, okay? It hurts."

"It's okay, I'll take responsibility for putting out the fire I started."

"Okay, let's use another method..."

Nan Sheng showered Yin Han with boundless affection, so he gradually abandoned all his cautiousness.

He and the girl were going in the same direction.

Yin Han grasped her wrist, gently rubbing it with his fingertips, and whispered something in her ear in a hoarse voice.

Nan Sheng blushed naturally, but she wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, she looked forward to it: "Then teach me."

Yin Han's heart was healed. He leaned down, his nose touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I'd be more than happy to."

At this moment, Yin Han was like a patient and persuasive professor, beginning his first lesson in the philosophy of life.

******

A gentle breeze was blowing outside, making the weather unusually cool, but inside one room, the temperature was steadily rising...

After an unknown amount of time, Nan Sheng felt as if she were in a blazing furnace, drenched in sweat, with wet strands of hair clinging to her cheeks.

Yin Han gently lifted it for her, but his other hand was still working.

"My goodness, you're such a good girl..."

Yin Han kept whispering in Nan Sheng's ear.

P.S.: Here I am! I tried my best!