003 | (II) Estrus

It was that evening.

The sunset is like the Weaver Girl's cloth, colorful and vibrant, filling the sky with its hues. The clouds hang high in the sky, creating a tapestry of beauty. It is truly a sight to behold.

Jin City is surrounded by mountains and often experiences overcast and rainy weather, so such a beautiful sunset is a rare sight. Therefore, the memory is very clear.

It was during the summer vacation of her first year of high school. Ms. Xie Jinyu personally invited Su Xingmao to come and oversee the situation, ordering him to keep a close eye on Xie Qingyan and make her focus on doing her tests and improving her grades.

Before she could even look forward to her pleasant holiday, she was overwhelmed by a sea of ​​homework. After an extremely dreary week, Xie Qingyan was depressed. Seeing that her mother had to go on a business trip and leave home, she was faced with a great opportunity. How could she possibly listen to her mother?

After smearing his face with smeared smears, he turned around and ran out to meet up with a few friends. They played around all day and didn't get home until dusk.

The lights were off inside, and the nanny was nowhere to be found.

She stepped into the room, and before she had taken two steps inside, she saw someone on the sofa.

The window wasn't closed properly, so the wind let in, and the chirping of cicadas and the rustling of treetops also drifted past my ears along with the wind.

who?

Backlit, it was hard to see clearly, but Xie Qingyan approached step by step.

In the cool tones of sunlight, the person sat silently, the light flickering, the silhouette hazy, until footsteps drew near.

The person hiding in the shadows suddenly turned to Xie Qingyan, his profile cold and stern, his gaze clear and indifferent, as if fine snow covered his brows and eyes.

His narrow eyes gleamed with a cold light as he scanned her up and down.

Xie Qingyan was an art student with excellent aesthetic sense. When she went out, she dressed up beautifully. Her thick, shiny long hair was styled into an ink-black flower bud. When the flower bloomed, she cut a piece of light blue petal to make a skirt. Her straight, slender legs swung under the skirt. In just a few steps, she swung to him. Her skin was smooth and delicate, like white bamboo shoots.

Her eyebrows were drawn thin and curved, like small hills, and her lips, which had been secretly tasting the fragrance of peonies, were smeared with a rich, vibrant color.

"Scared to death—" Xie Qingyan patted his chest and rolled his eyes: "Su Xingmao! Are you crazy, you're like a ghost, why are you sitting there silently?"

He held something between his long, slender fingers and said in a cold voice, "Your phone."

Xie Qingyan reached into his pockets and found them empty.

Xie Jinyu was very strict with her. She was always being monitored when she played games on her phone. So she spent a little money to secretly have someone online register a game account for her with her real name, so that the anti-addiction measures for teenagers wouldn't interfere with her after she played a few games.

Afraid of being caught by Xie Jinyu, he used his allowance to buy a spare game console. After that, he used this phone for all his daily entertainment, such as reading novels and comics, hiding under the covers and having a great time.

It was hidden so well before, and no one had ever found it. How did it end up in this annoying person's hands? Xie Qingyan's face darkened, and he stepped forward to snatch the phone back, complaining with obvious disgust: "Why aren't you home yet? I've been gone for ages."

"No one is home."

"oh……"

If there's one thing Xie Qingyan and Su Xingmao, who seem to have absolutely nothing in common, is that they both had workaholic parents.

Su Xingmao comes from a political family. His great-grandfather was a retired general from the central government. At the end of the last century, he moved back to Jincheng from the capital, bringing his whole family back to their hometown in glory, returning to their roots.

My grandfather once served as the commander of a military region, but he passed away from illness many years ago when he was still young.

His father followed the family tradition and entered politics, now serving as an official in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. His mother is a renowned geologist. The two were reportedly arranged by their parents and married when they reached a certain age. Their relationship was not deep, and both were very career-oriented. His father was busy attending conferences in various countries, while his mother was exploring and investigating all over the world. IP was overseas most of the year and could only come home a few times.

I see more news about people than I see them in person.

Since Grandpa passed away, the once grand villa has been empty, leaving only a lonely figure.

Su Xingmao held up his phone, motionless.

Xie Qingyan stepped forward to snatch it, but Su Xingmao raised his arm high, causing her to lose her balance and stumble forward. He caught her, and she ended up kneeling right in front of him. Fortunately, her knees were on the soft carpet, so the impact wasn't painful. The stiff edge of his white shirt brushed against her cheek, and Xie Qingyan hissed softly, his anger palpable.

Damn it! Was he doing this on purpose? Running into this annoying guy always brings bad luck.

"Are you an idiot? Didn't you know to pick me up?"

Xie Qingyan cursed under her breath and tried to get up by propping herself up on her arms, but a hand landed on her shoulder and pressed her down with undeniable force.

What for now?

What's gotten into Su Xingmao today?

She always felt something was off about him, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

"What are you doing! My mom's not here, don't stay here and refuse to leave—" Xie Qingyan frowned, a surge of anger rising in her heart. Before the curse could even escape her lips, the lit phone screen froze in front of her eyes.

It's a Korean webtoon she's been following recently, featuring a high-class campus NP (multiple partners) theme. It's quite explicit, involving SM (sex), with delicate and beautiful artwork. The main characters are all very attractive. In the center of the image, the female lead, dressed as a cat, is engaged in an indescribable sandwich play with two male leads. Below is her comment, which has been liked the most.

【Long Live Cats】: Ahhh, the food smells so good, it's making my nose bleed, who knows? How wonderful, how wonderful, the aroma makes this young lady forget what the world is.

Scrolling through the homepage, all I saw were her offensive comments.

【Long Live Cat Teacher】: Waaah, the female lead is so happy! I can't believe how blissful it must be to have such a capable boyfriend in bed!

【Long Live Cat Teacher】: Why did it stop? Please, author, don't stop! Ah, you have to do it hard! It's only two sticks!!

【Long Live the Cat Cult】: Forced love is too authoritative, the female lead is going to be taken to the supermarket... who would be so happy?

She collapsed to the ground, as if the sky had fallen and the earth had cracked!

What does it feel like to be caught reading pornographic comics by someone you dislike?

My head was spinning.

Time seemed to pause, and the air fell into a deathly silence.

Xie Qingyan felt as if he had been hit with a stick, his vision blurred and he could hardly stand. His fingers trembled, and it took him a while to recover.

She was almost mortified, her cheeks burning, her eyes blazing with fury, wishing she could gouge out Su Xingmao's eyes and slap him a few times to make him lose his memory.

She flung her hand away from his shoulder, leaped to her feet, and immediately tried to snatch the phone back: "You lunatic, give it back to me! Who gave you permission to look at my phone!"

Su Xingmao raised his hand. He was tall, but because he usually stayed quietly in a corner, Xie Qingyan, who was used to looking down on people, ignored the obvious height difference between him and her.

With his broad shoulders and long legs, he exuded a powerful aura when he looked down at her, a head taller than her.

Starting at the age of eight, almost ten years have passed, and it seems that only now has she clearly and explicitly realized that Su Xingmao is far from being as docile and easy to mess with as he used to appear.

He simply raised his arm, and despite her frantic struggle, she couldn't grab her phone back, collapsing to the ground, panting heavily.

Xie Qingyan was filled with unease.

Su Xingmao calmly and restrainedly scrutinized her.

His gaze was tangible, sharp as a blade, falling upon her, as if to peel away her layers inch by inch, to investigate her thoroughly.

She felt a chill run down her spine and moved her hips away, trying to get as far away as possible.

But one sentence froze her in place.

"Xie Qingyan, are you in heat?"

A cold, flat, and monotonous tone, devoid of any variation in intonation. Just like when explaining math problems, it's so soporific that it makes one drowsy, yet the vulgarity of the words spoken makes the voice strangely alluring and seductive.

Her heart tightened.

What did he say?

Xie Qingyan took a step back, as if he had fallen into water in an instant. His ears were ringing, and a light drizzle fell on his back, covered with layers of cold sweat.

My shame and indignation were burning fiercely.

Her cheeks and earlobes were all flushed red.

Xie Qingyan opened her mouth, trying her best to clear her mind.

She must have heard correctly, what was Su Xingmao saying?

Was she dreaming? Would Su Xingmao, who was oblivious to everything else and devoted solely to his studies, really say such a thing to her? That's impossible—

Before she could finish processing it, Su Xingmao tossed the phone back to her and calmly asked in a low voice, "Did you like this before?"

Curiosity or a test? She had no time to distinguish.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. Xie Qingyan hadn't even recovered from his shocking words when her lips moved, and she instinctively asked, "What do you like?"

Su Xingmao bent over, the sun sinking below the horizon, the last rays of the setting sun enveloping him, his shadow stretching endlessly in the empty living room, trapping her entirely in the heavy gloom he cast.

The light swirled and blurred, obscuring his expression.

Xie Qingyan's thoughts drifted, and he seemed lost in a daze.

His jaw was gripped by two clean, cold fingers, and he said, "I like being played with like this."

Shame was crushed underfoot, and reason was shattered.

Nothing could be more devastating than the collapse of the sky and the sinking of the earth.