013 | (XII) Physiological Reactions

Her fingers brushed around the loose strands of hair entwined with vines and pressed against the back of Xie Qingyan's neck.

Like a net that catches its prey, it slowly and gradually tightens, trapping her in a small space without her even realizing it.

Su Xingmao pressed Xie Qingyan's head against him with force, and he explored her mouth, tasting the warm and moist sensation on his tongue, his heart pounding.

Su Xingmao was inexperienced in kissing, yet fierce, his teeth striking her lips, causing her pain.

It hurts so much!

Before Xie Qingyan could realize she had gone too far, the net had already pinned her firmly in its embrace and kissed her.

Xie Qingyan couldn't push him away, so she could only stomp on his shoes. Even so, Su Xingmao still wouldn't let her go.

She opened her mouth, stammering as if she wanted to scold him, but the gap between her lips made it easier for Su Xingmao to invade. Reason and restraint gradually faded away, and her thin eyelids opened as she looked at Xie Qingyan.

Clumps of crimson stained her face with rouge.

A pair of eyes, moist and misty, like turquoise fallen into clear water, a jade-like blue-green, lush and verdant. Eyelashes blinked, tree shadows swayed, the water rippled, and stars twinkled on the surface.

Her eyes, too, were clear, sparkling, and shimmering like emerald waves.

He fell into the pool of azure water, his indifferent eyes turning dark.

The kiss was intense; he entwined his tongue with hers as she withdrew, holding it in his mouth and sucking on it, his slippery tongue sweeping across the soft flesh inside her lips like a snake.

Their lips and tongues exchanged, their saliva flowed freely, and the sticky, wet sounds were loud and clear.

Xie Qingyan looked up, almost out of breath. She was retreating step by step, her legs were weak, her limbs had degenerated, and she could not support her body.

In the sweltering summer heat, my back felt like melting ice cream, turning into water that slowly slid down the wall.

Su Xingmao glanced at it, then bent down.

The bitterness of the coffee seemed to dissolve; he could no longer taste the bitterness, only sweetness, followed by a strong smell of blood.

So engrossed in the kiss that her pain receptors were dulled, the pain only came from the tip of her tongue a moment later. Xie Qingyan couldn't bear it any longer and bit him hard.

Her eyes were wide open, as if she were threatening him, telling him to get lost or she would bite him.

Su Xingmao remained unmoved, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the blood diluted by her saliva.

With his other hand, he reached behind her waist, gripped her tightly, and lifted her body, which was shrinking downwards, with one hand.

The metallic sweetness of the rust was forcibly introduced into Xie Qingyan's mouth, and she was also forced to taste the flavor of his blood.

The hand that had been on the back of her neck moved to the front, its large palm resting on her slender neck.

His long, slender fingers pressed against her pulse, veins bulging slightly. Silver fish swung their tails beneath her thin skin. He half-pinched her neck, pressing her against the wall, his lips rubbing against hers, his back rubbing against the wall.

Xie Qingyan was kissed until he was breathless and dizzy, then he mercifully pulled away from her lips by an inch.

As soon as Su Xingmao let go, her body, which had lost its support, slid down like water and fell limply to the ground, letting out a long sigh.

Xie Qingyan slumped to the ground, one hand still clutching his trouser leg, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

I could vaguely hear voices coming from above: "You like kissing like this, don't you?"

His voice was low and hoarse.

He meant a choking kiss.

Could he please just forget? Her cheeks flushed red with anger. Xie Qingyan thought she should slap Su Xingmao and tell him to get lost. But shamefully, her body betrayed her will, and Xie Qingyan inexplicably felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

She didn't want to look up and answer.

Her eyes stopped ahead, noticing the black marks left by Su Xingmao's spotless white shoes by her slippers. Her perfectly pressed, straight black trousers were also wrinkled and crumpled by her hands.

Looking further up, the crotch area bulged out, forming a large, lewd, and obscene shadow, standing erect.

Is this... a physiological reaction? He got an erection??

Xie Qingyan's mind was in turmoil, and he was so stunned that he forgot to look away.

Is the constellation Mao (卯) already hard?

When did this happen?! This pervert, he gets hard just from a kiss, no wonder he avoids being touched on abs, is he afraid she'll feel it?

Emotions can be masked, but physiological reactions are the most direct. They can't be hidden.

Xie Qingyan's face flushed uncontrollably, her heart pounded, and she cursed him under her breath through gritted teeth.

"Whose homework are you going to copy?"

"Zheng Hui? Song Qiwei? Zhou Jianyang?" Su Xingmao called out the names of several boys she had a decent relationship with.

"None of your business!" Xie Qingyan retorted loudly, still in shock.

Su Xingmao squatted down in front of her, looking at Xie Qingyan. His gaze was calm, but his eyes were like ice burning, both cold and hot.

"I'll write it for you."

Her face was still flushed: "Don't copy theirs."

"On what grounds?"

"My grades are better than theirs."

Su Xingmao was telling the truth.

From the time Xie Qingyan met Su Xingmao when he was seven years old, he never had any bad grades.

This was probably because his parents were extremely strict with him.

Ms. Xie Jinyu is nothing compared to them.

No matter how strict Xie Jinyu was, she couldn't bear to be harsh with her daughter because she felt guilty for neglecting her during her career's rise. She still doted on her to some extent and mostly used verbal threats, which naturally fostered Xie Qingyan's arrogant, domineering, and demanding nature.

Knowing that her daughter wanted to pursue an artistic career, she hired several professional art teachers to tutor her. She only ordered her to pass her academic exams and not to skip classes, skip school, or fail to do her homework, lest she fall out of the gifted program.

When Su Xingmao was a child, if he didn't get first place in his grades, he would be scolded or beaten, or locked in his room and made to write out his mistakes repeatedly. He would be given a test paper from a higher grade level to do each time. If he got a question wrong, he would be locked up at home for a whole day and not allowed to go out.

When Xie Qingyan was young, he often threatened to put him in a dark room to scare him.

However, the situation improved slightly after Xie Qingyan arrived. After all, the two had been in the same class since childhood, and with her bottom-of-the-class grades supporting him, the difference in their abilities became clear. With Xie Jinyu's persuasion, Su Xingmao's parents were able to avoid becoming utterly inhumane.