69/Not counted

Shen Yu's eyes revealed what he was thinking at that moment.

But Chen Mian didn't run away; she just stood there watching him.

Not leaving was the greatest tacit consent. Half-drunk and dazed, Chen Yu's brain finally received the correct instruction, and his body reacted accordingly. He deliberately slowed down his movements, thinking to himself that if she didn't turn around or leave during the process of the glass door opening, then everything that followed would be taken as Chen Mian's tacit consent.

One second.

Chen Mian looked at him, the surface of the transparent glass in her hand calm and still.

Two seconds.

She lowered her head, and the hair tucked behind her ears fell down, turning the black strands a warm brown under the warm light.

Three seconds.

Her fingers tightened around the cup, causing ripples to spread across its surface.

She did not run away.

It would be a lie to say that Shen Yu wasn't obsessed with sex. Their initial bond was based on sex, but the order of things changed drastically from what they did with other people: holding hands, hugging, kissing, and making love. The order was reversed for them.

The consequence of being used to it is that just getting close to someone is enough to make you nervous, as if you've experienced a small electric shock.

With a creak.

The glass door was opened.

The partitioned room was still pouring rain, and the door that blocked the way allowed the humid weather outside to fully enter the rainy season as well.

Chen Mian lowered her head, and the moment she saw her white socks soaked with water, someone reached out and pulled her into their arms.

The honey water that had been held in my hand without spilling a drop was spilled at this moment.

In those three seconds, Chen Mian considered what might happen. Shen Yu's gaze was too intense, making no attempt to conceal the desire within.

But at this moment, all the scenarios she had imagined turned into a tight embrace, which made Chen Mian feel somewhat uneasy.

Shen Yu was soaked through, and when she pressed herself against him, her clothes became wet as well. The sweater, which was supposed to be a barrier, became like a pipa that partially covered her face, making the erotic scene seem innocent.

The person holding her was breathing warm air, and their body smelled of lime from the shower gel—a clean and refreshing scent.

The honey water that Chen Mian had intended to give him to help him sober up now became her own obstacle. She gripped the cup tightly as if she were drowning, her knuckles turning white. Her other hand felt superfluous, as if it had escaped her control. Realizing she was a little nervous, Chen Mian awkwardly broke the silence, "Chen Yu, you've gotten my clothes wet."

"Then take it off."

Shen Yu removed his hand from Chen Mian's waist, and water droplets rolled down his hair, from his forehead to his lips, and then pattered into her clothes.

His eyes followed the disappearing teardrops to the fair skin revealed at her neckline. His already rising desire pressed hard against her lower abdomen like a warning baton. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was hoarse. Even at this moment, he didn't forget to ask for her opinion, "Can we do it?"

At this point, politeness becomes a form of flirting.

Chen Mianren was already standing there, neither leaving nor pushing him away, which was a form of tacit consent.

But Shen Yu insisted on getting to the bottom of things. The alcohol was affecting his brain, making him half-dazed and half-awake. After asking and not hearing an answer, he kissed her neck again, "Is it okay? Is it alright? Can you do it? Chen Mian? Hmm?"

He kept asking questions, one after another. When he didn't get a reply, he gently bit her neck with his teeth as a warning, and his tongue followed suit. What was supposed to be a show of force turned into a different kind of foreplay.

Chen Mian has countless sensitive spots, the most so on her neck. When they were entangled in bed before, Shen Yu loved to kiss her neck, watching her tilt her head back, laughing at her tightly gripping the sheets, and laughing at her increasingly rapid breathing. He would deliberately lower his voice as if speaking to her with the vibration of his chest, asking her if she wanted him to fuck her.

Chen Mian hadn't planned to answer, but after seeing the tattoo on his chest, she softened completely.

She couldn't understand why Shen Yu was even more unstoppable when he was drunk than usual.

If it were the previous Shen Yu, she probably wouldn't have stepped into the bathroom, much less let him approach without moving. But the drunken Shen Yu was gentler than any of the previous Shen Yu combined. He was less deliberately mean and more like a puppy wagging its tail and begging for her affection, with moist eyes.

"Chen Mian, I really want to do it with you."

He spoke frankly and openly, making no attempt to conceal his desires, and pressed himself against her with an erection.

My heart was pounding at its most violent moment, like the drumbeats of a rock concert.

Chen Mian did not answer Shen Yu's question, but simply tiptoed to naturally find his lips.

The act of kissing is the prelude to everything.

Shen Yu's gentle facade completely crumbled. He forcefully pressed her against the wall, not allowing her to escape. She was still clutching the glass tightly in her hand, her wrist pressed against the wall by his control.

This action made Chen Mian uncomfortable. She dodged his kiss and, panting, gave the order, "Go, go to the bed, not here."

I was exhausted, juggling his kisses while also holding a water glass.

There's simply no time to attend to both things at the same time.

Shen Yu complied with her every whim, and picked her up horizontally in his arms.

However, his actions were somewhat driven by personal motives, as Chen Mian's waist and hips pressed against his erect desire.

The repeated thrusting and prodding as she walked made Chen Mian's waist go weak.

As Chen Mian walked those few steps out of the bathroom, all she could think about was finally.

However, the next second, when she was placed on the bed and pressed tightly against someone, she realized that the word "finally" was not accurate, and everything was just beginning.

The drunkard began to enjoy his honey water, his breath filled with its sweet aroma.

The person in front of me was fully clothed, except that her sweater was pushed up, revealing a bit of her fair waist.

But it excited Shen Yu beyond measure; Chen Mian was his best aphrodisiac.

The bedroom lights were off, and the only light came from the bathroom and living room lights.

The partially obscured light, like a veil, softly enveloped her.

Shen Yu bent down and kissed her exposed skin, his high nose bridge pressed against her waist, bringing waves of tingling sensation.

His kisses moved upwards, slowly undressing her instead of his fingers, until he reached the edge of her underwear, where the dark edge of the underwear could be seen in the dim light.

He hooked his finger up, went around behind her, and easily reached the buttonhole area.

His lips pressed against her bra, resting on her rounded breasts, wetting the embroidered rose pattern. His warm breath penetrated the damp fabric, making her nipples harden.

Chen Mian parted her lips, her fair fingers gripping the black bed sheet tightly.

His fingers groped behind her back, unbuttoning the buttons like ants crawling, the unbearable itch making her bite her lower lip, but a moan still escaped her lips.

"Hmm..."

The sound was thick and sticky, like half a jar of honey poured into hot water.

Shen Yu kissed her lips soothingly and finally unhooked her bra.

Sweaters and pants were all thrown on the ground.

His desire to make love with Chen Mian was granted by the gods at this moment.

He peeled away his heavy winter clothes and pulled out the girl who belonged only to him.

He was a naked Chen Mian, and also a Chen Mian who moved him to the point of no return.

He pressed himself against her, kissing her moist eyes, and then his lips against her soft ones.

In stark contrast to the gentle actions, his fingers slipped down her panties and into the crevice, parting her labia to touch the warm, moist flesh. His fingers hooked and moved inward, the warmth instantly tightening around his fingers, more honest and passionate than her lips, making the desire between Shen Yu's legs even harder.

"Chen Mian." Whether it was still damp water or his sweat, dripping from his forehead into her hair, Chen Mian struggled to lift her eyes as he called out, and saw those most eye-catching and alluring peach blossom eyes.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. The tingling sensation in her lower body and the sounds of wetness made her breathing and consciousness become disordered. Instinctively, she tilted her head back, wanting to kiss him.

The man smiled and turned his head away, continuing to say what he wanted to say, "Chen Mian, all my desires belong to you."

His desire, poised to erupt, replaced his fingers as he pressed against her soaked door.

His thick penis parted her labia, like intruding into her rainy day. It slowly pushed in through the dampness, and the feeling of being tightly enveloped made him unable to resist lowering his head to bite her neck. His breath was hot, and his voice was inexplicably aggrieved. He thrust in little by little, seeking her comfort, and kept saying to her, "You're biting me so hard, baby. Be gentle, relax."

This accusation of turning the tables left Chen Mian speechless. Her eyes were wet, and she couldn't bring herself to keep breathing in her ear like Chen Yu was a scoundrel. She bit her lower lip to keep all her moans locked inside her mouth. Her fingers couldn't hold onto the sheets; they were like water that would escape. She could only climb up and cling to his back.

The muscles of a young body are taut, and when she places her slender fingers on it, it's like a mayfly trying to shake a tree—she can't control his strength at all. The pain she brings actually becomes another kind of aphrodisiac.

Sinking into the abyss is indeed painful.

An unsuitable size makes the act of getting stuck feel like forcibly opening a lock that doesn't belong to you.

He planned to spend the whole night with her, but the pleasure gradually eroded all his reason.

At the moment he reached the top, he bent down and covered Chen Mian's eyes.

He pressed his entire body against hers, pleasure gripping his tailbone, and then released all his desire completely, ejaculating before he was even fully inside her.

The eyelashes beneath her palm trembled slightly, and the fingers that had been tightly gripping his waist and back stopped moving.

The air froze for a moment.

The person beneath him seemed somewhat bewildered and uttered, "Hmm?"

It's just one simple word.

Let Shenyu be utterly wronged to the extreme.

"That doesn't count."

He covered her eyes, forbidding her to look at him.

The pent-up desire was squeezed out by the milky white semen.

Chen Mian seemed to hear Shen Yu mutter a curse under his breath.

Then he whispered in her ear to explain, "I didn't ejaculate prematurely, I just drank alcohol. People who drink alcohol usually ejaculate faster, so this doesn't count."

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I'll make up for the extra chapter tomorrow. Thank you everyone for your support!

This chapter was so hard to write. They really are better suited for pure romance TAT

But the next chapter still has some H content.