34/Gifts

I bought this sofa to make watching movies more comfortable, but I've never used it since. This is the first time I've opened this door. The black leather makes the skin of the person sitting on my lap look dazzlingly white.

During this period, the two of them studied late every day, and their conversations were incredibly innocent and sweet.

The distance between us suddenly felt smaller, and the scene that happened on the living room sofa when we first moved in came back to mind.

Chen Mian bit her lip. She had even changed into a set of clothes with pajama bottoms after taking a shower, but the foreshadowed event still couldn't be avoided. Her unhooked bra was no longer restrained and slid down.

Shen Yu held her breasts, her rosy nipples pressed against his palms, completely enveloping them, but his hands didn't move, just remained there. He wasn't focused either, doing this kind of thing, but he was distracted, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes lowered, his gaze unfocused, falling down to the slender waist exposed by the hem of Chen Mian's clothes, which was pushed up by her breasts.

He didn't move, which made Chen Mian feel rather uncomfortable.

She bit her lip, looking at Shen Yu who was fully dressed, then at her own disheveled clothes, and finally couldn't help but curse him, "Are you a pervert, Shen Yu...? Why, why do you always... like to do this kind of thing while wearing your school uniform?"

"What kind of thing? I haven't even taken my pants off, and you can't even touch me?"

Shen Yu's hand, which was on her back, moved down and touched her waist. He really did 'touch down' and didn't move for even a second longer. After touching her, he withdrew his hand and just placed it lightly on her leg. It looked like he wasn't using any force through her pajama pants, but Chen Mian wanted to get up but couldn't move.

"Then let go."

"Can't I even hold him?"

It seems we've fallen into a cycle.

Chen Mian understood; Shen Yu was simply being unreasonable.

She had no choice but to soften her tone and ask him, "What do you want to do, Shen Yu?"

Making these compromises is like coaxing a child.

Shen Yu laughed and asked back, mimicking her tone, "Why didn't you answer my question, Chen Mian?"

He hooked his fingers around the hem of her top, his fingertips pressing against the fabric at the corner, like holding up a small umbrella. The movie, which no one paid attention to, paused for a moment and then automatically started playing the next movie. The moment the screen lit up again, piano music flowed out.

The tinkling rhythm had just started when Shen Yu pressed pause.

If I ask her, like the question I just asked, "Do you like it?", how should I answer?

Shen Yu didn't insist on an answer. He let go of one hand and picked up his phone. Chen Mian tried to break free, but Shen Yu's other hand, which was on her lap, hooked around her waist and pulled her back down, causing her to fall onto his lap.

Shen Yu glanced at her, "What are you doing, moving around like that?"

Chen Mian subconsciously placed her hand on Shen Yu's lower abdomen and touched his abs through his school uniform shirt.

Hard, firm, and scalding hot.

She was unusually slow to react, as if she had forgotten her own name, and it took her a long time to remember to move her hand away.

But by then it was too late.

"Oh, so you didn't want to see me in my school uniform because you wanted to do this."

Shen Yu spoke in a vulgar tone and his actions were no less lewd. He pulled his clothes out of his waistband without unbuttoning them, grabbed Chen Mian's hand, and slipped them inside, pressing the back of her hand against his lower abdomen.

His eyes held a smile, but they were filled with the question: Which of us is the pervert?

Chen Mian couldn't even maintain his indifference. Even a real gunshot wouldn't be this hot. This kind of close physical contact, with the muscles of his thigh pressed against his buttocks, and him occasionally jerking off unexpectedly, as if deliberately teasing him, acting half-heartedly, like he was deliberately bullying him.

Chen Mian was rarely so easily angered; the skin under her hands was hot and firm, and she couldn't bring herself to pinch her.

This person has an incredibly regular lifestyle. No matter how late he goes to bed, he always gets up at seven o'clock sharp every morning. In addition to studying, he also makes time to play ball with his friends. His well-developed physique has become an advantage at this time.

"I'm going back to sleep."

Shen Yu paused for a moment while connecting the phone and screen via Bluetooth, chuckled softly, and without looking up at her, gently massaged the back of her hand, while choosing a song and trying to fool her, "Don't rush, I didn't say I wouldn't do it. Pick a song, otherwise I'll be a little affected if I do it with you right after watching a heartwarming movie."

pull.

He wasn't even looking.

"What's the female lead's name?" Chen Mian asked him.

“Chihiro,” Shen Yu answered quickly.

Chen Mian was stunned.

"Are you stupid? This movie is called Spirited Away. I haven't watched the movie. Haven't I studied Chinese yet? 'Spirited' is a conjunction. You can't name the female lead 'Sen'. That sounds awful. It's not like we're making a gambling advertisement."

"...Shut up."

Shen Yu had just selected a song from the playlist and pressed play. A sunset photo appeared on the screen, and the drumbeats from the intro music came from the speakers. It was another English song.

After using his phone, he tossed it aside. As if finally waking up, he straightened up and, as if seeking Chen Mian's opinion, asked, "Is six songs okay?"

Chen Mian won't ask about the six songs now.

She didn't understand the meaning behind Shen Yu's words, but rather from his actions.

She hummed a love song with an ambiguous tune, propping herself up on her elbows as she tried to get up. Then someone bit her lip and licked it, a rather erotic gesture. Warm, wet lips then kissed her earlobe, the warm breath tickling her ear. It was her sensitive spot, and even a touch made her involuntarily shrink back.

As breaths swept over her and kisses landed, Chen Mian couldn't help but tremble.

At that very moment, the background music was alluring; the man was singing the lyrics "baby e with me," probably because he had accidentally played music during their last time in the living room, which had become a habit.

He even needs to find music before having sex; nobody's more slutty than him.

Chen Mian impatiently uttered his name, her words ambiguous and fragmented, like a sudden rain shower.

"Sinking Domain...you're so annoying..."

Hearing this accusation, Shen Yu didn't speak, but kissed her face, his lips landing on the corner of her lips. The kiss had no set route, it seemed to be just doing it at will, from a light touch on her lips to her trembling eyelashes.

Kissing seems to have become another form of communication besides talking.

Chen Mian's usual aloofness vanished, and a blush crept onto her skin, making her more captivating than the sunset.

At such moments, she couldn't help but want to grasp something to share the pleasure her body was experiencing.

Pants aren't as convenient as skirts, and they were a bit difficult to take off. Plus, Chen Mian wasn't cooperating, so Shen Yu couldn't help but get a little annoyed. He bit her neck and asked, "Why are you wearing pants?"

Chen Mian frowned, feeling a bit of pain from the bite, and replied, "Weren't you wearing pants too?"

"You just have to argue with me like that, huh? Every time I ask you to do something, do you ever ask me to do it?" Shen Yu casually shut him down, silencing Chen Mian for a moment, then kicked him.

He wouldn't listen to a word he said; once in bed, Chen Yu became utterly shameless and had no bottom line.

The sound of the central air conditioning blowing cold air was drowned out by the music. The temperature in the room gradually rose. It wasn't convenient to take off her clothes while lying down, so Chen Yu picked her up and put her on his lap. He then realized that the reason he couldn't untie her clothes was because Chen Mian had tied a drawstring with a pretty bow.

The way Shen Yu reached out and pulled it away was like him personally unwrapping a gift that belonged to him.

Chen Mian closed her eyes and reached out to push Chen Yu's shoulder, "Get out."

It's so boring.

I couldn't breathe; every breath I took was filled with thick, sticky air.

Chen Mian rested her head on Shen Yu's shoulder and snuggled into his arms, refusing to let him easily take off her clothes.

The sound was muffled, like the rising steam from a steamer after it was turned on, landing on Shen Yu's shoulders and neck.

"Don't stay here, get out."

"Be good, don't move around."

Shen Yu wasn't listening to what she was saying at all. He was coaxing her with his mouth, but his actions didn't stop. All of Chen Mian's struggles seemed to be a booster, burning away her last bit of rationality along with the progressively loud music.

With her pinned down, she was given no chance to resist. He pulled down her pants, raised her hands above her head, and held them down with one hand. In this imprisoning position, Chen Mian's clear almond eyes widened with her furrowed brows, like a rabbit caught in a trap and panicked.

She couldn't help but gasp for breath.

But Shen Yu started talking to her about something else, saying, "April is almost over, and May is just around the corner."

Chen Mian pressed her cheek against the blanket that had just covered her, making her nose itch. She wanted to sneeze, but the movement of Chen Yu's fingers entering her lower body turned her into a moan, as if responding to his words, the monosyllabic "hmm" drawn out.

Shen Yu laughed. After half a finger was inserted, he felt the tightness and it became wet with just a touch. In the past, he would have teased Chen Mian by saying, "Why are you so wet?" But today he didn't. He just continued the previous topic and said to her, "My birthday is coming up, Chen Mian. Remember to prepare a gift for me."

"..."

Chen Mian hadn't met many boys, but she knew that there probably weren't many people like Shen Yu who took it for granted and asked for gifts.

Before he could even utter the words "shameless" he had been asked, they were shattered by the movement of Shen Yu's fingers.

Her eyes were hot, and physiological tears welled up, only to be kissed away.

Chen Yu went on and on. He pulled his hand away, his burgeoning desire pressing against her but not penetrating. He rubbed the edge against her glistening moisture, occasionally poking in a little before pulling away again. He pressed his face against her and kissed away her tears, even offering advice, "Don't give me anything too perfunctory, you know? Put some thought into it. Shoes and watches are out of the question. We have different tastes, and I might not use what you give me. I don't smoke much either, so don't even consider a lighter."

It never ends.

Chen Mian was getting annoyed by his constant nagging, but was also aroused by his rubbing against her. She lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist. "Can... can you not say these things at a time like this?"

"I have to remind you a few things. What if I get angry if you don't send it?" Pian Chenyu said nonchalantly, giving him a heads-up beforehand. "You know how important your eighteenth birthday is?"

Chen Mian didn't really want to understand.

She and Shen Yu had been together for two years, and during those two years, Shen Yu's birthdays were always celebrated in a grand and elaborate way.

He already has many friends, and a bunch of people on social media wished him a happy birthday. You can tell from the photos that the atmosphere is extravagant and decadent. The person surrounded by people is always in the center of the frame, looking nonchalant in every picture. People who know him and people who don't know him are all wishing him a happy birthday in the comments section.

May 20th is already imbued with special meaning due to its homophonic similarity, and since it's Chen Yu's birthday, birthday wishes sent on that day seem like unconventional declarations of love.

Chen Mian never went with her, but for the past two years, she would come to find Shen Yu after his birthday party. She would call her down from the tree under the apartment building and bombard her with phone calls if she didn't come down. Only when Shen Yu came out would she take out a lighter from her pocket and teach her how to say, "Come on, say happy birthday to Shen Yu."

On May 20th this year, Shenyu will come of age, and it's easy to imagine that it will be even more outrageous than before.

But who would remind their partner of their birthday and ask for a gift during sex?

Chen Mian bit her lip and ignored him.

But someone slowly entered her lower body, and the music happened to be playing a passionate tune.

No one can tell which song this is anymore.

About half of the six songs have been sung, or maybe only two have been sung.

Nobody cares.

"No, I don't understand... Who knows... What should I give you... Ah... Ugh, Shen Yu... Gently, gently—"

Her whole body tensed up. The sound of water filled the room, and an ambiguous atmosphere made her ears burn.

"If you don't know what to give me, come here. Spreading your legs will count as a gift."

"Ugh...so annoying..."

"Annoying again? Does your 'annoying' have a special meaning? What does it mean when you say you're annoyed but bite me so hard? Do you like it? Hmm? Loosen up, Chen Mian, you're biting me and it hurts. If this doesn't end, we'll skip class tomorrow?"

"Shut up!" Chen Mian scolded him, her face flushed, not uttering a single word he would listen to.

The shameless Shen Yu on the bed laughed even after being scolded, "If you can't close your eyes, then kiss me."

He went deeper again, this time penetrating quite deeply and using great force. The intense sounds of sex were like drumbeats, the slapping sounds providing accompaniment to the music, and the moans became a unique ensemble.

"...Ugh...No, don't go so deep, be gentle..."

Chen Mian's voice was like an aphrodisiac for Shen Yu.

Screen mirroring automatically plays the screensaver photo.

Starlight filled the screen, and the fireworks, frozen in time, bloomed at their most brilliant moment.

The melody progresses to its most ambiguous part.

They were entangled on the sofa, their school uniforms and pajamas lying on the floor. The light from their phone screens, like lamps, illuminated the absurdity of the room.

The message notification bar was overflowing with messages from You Huai.

—What's going on between you and Chen Mian?

—Did you lick it?

—What's going on? Where are they?

—Damn, Qiao Zhiwan came to ask me what your relationship is with Chen Mian.

— Chen Yin snatched my phone and got into an argument with someone. Can't you be okay with this, my friend? Why are you causing trouble and I'm the one suffering the consequences?

—Are you, his, mother, having sex?

Forty minutes passed, and there was still no reply.

You Huai posted another message: It's not over yet?

As soon as I sent it, a red exclamation mark popped up, followed by a notification.

—The message has been sent, but the recipient has rejected it.

You Huai: ?

—The user has enabled friend verification, but you are not yet their friend...

Hold.

You Huai cursed his mother.

Shen Yu blocked him.

You bastard.

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This 4,000-word chapter, which isn't very explicit, is a free chapter; consider it an extra chapter as a bonus for reaching 1,000 beads.