Chapter 1: The bite mark answered his call, and he still French kissed me. ...
Golden Berlin, by Xian Yuetang
Exclusive official first release
July 23, 2025
Sticky, hot...
itch.
My body was enveloped, and the familiar scent of wood permeated my entire being.
She tried to hug him, but he restrained her, pinning her hands behind her head, preventing her from even touching his sleeves.
She wanted to kiss him, but his well-defined knuckles covered her mouth, and no matter how much she licked and bit, she couldn't touch his lips and teeth.
"You were so naughty in your dream today..." Her head was throbbing, her voice a seductive whisper, "Don't you want to kiss me...?"
The figure supporting her paused, and the next second, a slight stinging sensation came from the inside of her thigh. She wanted to open her eyes to look at him, but the pain was turning into small, tingling sensations that spread like electric current through her limbs.
Unable to hold back any longer, Ning Jiu let out a soft hum.
The enchanting scene in my dream transformed into a brightly colored leopard butterfly, which gracefully alighted on the glass curtain wall. Its colorful wings cast a bizarre and surreal shadow in the sunlight.
The heavy curtains were unguarded, letting in a few rays of sunlight that fell softly on the woman's bare, white shoulders and neck, elongating her figure.
Ning woke up in Potsdam, Germany, when it was nearly afternoon.
I closed my eyes and let out a soft breath. This wasn't the first time I'd had a dream like this; I should be used to it by now.
It was a rare occasion for Ning to drink, and she didn't expect it to have such a strong aftereffect. Her head was still spinning, so she put on her bathrobe and went straight to the bathroom.
As the steam rises, her beautiful, smooth back melts into the hot water, her long, fair neck tilts back unconsciously, and her snow-white skin flushes with a misty red from the steam, making her already faintly visible contours even more languid and alluring.
Water droplets still dripped from her slender, long fingertips. She touched the phone placed to the side, and as soon as she turned off Do Not Disturb mode, the phone started ringing incessantly.
Almost all of them were about the EZGT Summit, and there were also a few greeting text messages from Su Ming. Ning Jiu replied to all of them, promising to be on time for the evening meeting and to send the minutes of the psychology conference back to China in advance.
After dealing with all of this, she wearily pinched the bridge of her nose, stepped barefoot out of the bath, and belatedly realized that something was wrong.
Her wet hair fell over her shoulders with her movements, the water streaks winding down her full, undulating curves, lingering reluctantly as she passed her inner thighs, arousing a fine, unbearable itch.
My legs felt a little weak, not the kind of weakness you feel in a dream, but rather—
Just as Ning Jiu lowered her head, she heard a soft sound.
Tick-tock.
The lingering water droplets eventually coalesced into beads, landing on the carpet and splashing up tiny water droplets, making the trace it had just left appear even more shimmering and vivid.
A streak of crimson, too bright to distinguish whether it was a bite mark or a hickey, was starkly displayed on the small mole on the inside of her thigh.
All of this demonstrates the blatant audacity of its owner.
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The final session of the summit began promptly at 6 p.m. Central European time. Inside the conference room of the Potsdam Riverside Manor, German men in suits spoke eloquently about the most popular emotion interaction model in the field of psychology.
German has a firm tone and a fast speaking speed, and some psychological terms may have slight differences in translation.
During the break in the meeting, Ning Jiu let out a soft sigh, took off her interpreting headphones, and tried to organize the key points of the meeting in her notebook.
Shang Lin, who was standing nearby, came over and couldn't help but praise the elegant German handwriting on her notebook.
"Xiao Jiu, I had no idea your German was so beautiful."
Ning Jiu was engrossed in taking notes when she heard Shang Lin's words and turned around, revealing her beautiful features.
Her hair was styled in a small bun at the back of her head, her eyelashes fluttered gently, casting a small semi-circular shadow on her eyelids, and her fair and soft features gave her an innocent look that was not aggressive at all.
With just a glance, she revealed a pale eye color, like that of a mountain after a rain, and her slightly upturned eyes were visible as her wispy hair swayed.
Thus, her original pure and harmless temperament evolved into a kind of indescribable, tingling sensation that stirred her heart.
"I feel that I remember things better by hand than by typing."
Ning Jiu smiled slightly and opened her notebook so that Shang Lin could check the versions they had recorded.
"After all, we're going back to Shanghai tomorrow."
Shang Lin stopped comparing the two and asked regretfully.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay another day? Tomorrow is the last day of the summit. I heard there will be a grand banquet at the winery next door tonight. I was looking forward to you and Su Ming coming to join us."
The EZGT Exchange Summit is a newly emerging Sino-European exchange forum in recent years. In previous years, it was held in Berlin, Germany. I don't know why this year's venue was chosen to be Potsdam, which is not far from Berlin.
The summit was divided into two sessions: science and technology and psychology. Su Ming had to go through a lot of trouble to get a place to attend the summit through his doctoral supervisor.
Unlike Su Ming's academic research, Ning Jiu was working overtime at someone's request. After attending Professor Ralph's psychology conference, he had to rush back to Shanghai from Germany the very next day.
“Su Ming will still be here tomorrow, so I’m leaving early,” Ning Jiu said, looking down at the documents in front of her. “Besides, I’m having some trouble adjusting to the new environment these past few days.”
"Difficulty adapting to the new environment?"
Shang Lin thought back carefully and realized that Ning Jiu had indeed not been very enthusiastic during the meetings these past few days, which turned out to be due to health reasons.
"That's true. You rarely take leave, and you didn't even come to the daytime meeting today. You must be feeling very unwell—"
She seemed to remember something, and a hint of worry crept into her eyes.
"Is your stomach problem acting up again?"
Ning Jiu gave a soft "hmm".
"It's nothing serious, just an old ailment. A little medicine will do the trick."
Before the two could exchange many words, the second half began. Unlike the first half, which was more academic, the second half focused on the practical applications of psychology, covering topics such as clinical intervention and business management.
As soon as the meeting ended, the attendees in the front row took the lead in organizing their materials and getting up to head towards the exit. Ning Jiu and Shang Lin, who were sitting further back, simply didn't move, waiting until most people had left before getting up to avoid the hassle of pushing and shoving.
As the crowd reached the door, two women in sophisticated business attire walked and chatted, pausing briefly at the back row. Their voices, though not loud, carried clearly into the brief silence of the conference room, falling unmistakably.
"Alright, is it really necessary to make such a big deal out of this?" The woman in business attire calmly glanced at the slightly younger girl beside her and smiled. "We only met yesterday, and you didn't come today. I noticed you were distracted all day, and you weren't even listening attentively."
"I don't believe you don't feel regret." The girl on the other side pouted, making no attempt to hide it. "Young, rich, handsome, and gentlemanly, he's practically my ideal type. I was even planning to talk to him today."
After listening, the woman chuckled twice, neither denying it, but said meaningfully.
"Most of these people are already reserved by someone in high school."
“That’s not necessarily true,” the girl disagreed. “He doesn’t seem like the type to have a relationship in high school.”
As the two people's conversation faded into the distance, Shang Lin almost immediately guessed who they were, even though they didn't mention names.
After all, that person only made a brief appearance yesterday, yet it already caused a stir at the venue all day.
"Hey, Xiao Jiu, you mean that Mr. Qiao from yesterday—"
She was also intrigued and turned to ask Ning Jiu for gossip, only to find that the latter was typing with his head down, his mind not on the matter at all.
Changing the subject, Shang Lin asked jokingly, "What's wrong? Did Su Ming message you?"
Ning Jiu's fingers didn't stop; it was indeed a message from Su Ming.
He said the technology conference over there had just ended and he was planning to come up to find her.
The Riverside Manor was so vast that even after almost a week, Su Ming was still somewhat disoriented. He shared his location, and, still not entirely reassured, made another phone call.
The phone rang, and Ning Jiu smiled apologetically at Shang Lin, indicating that she would go to the terrace to answer the call.
Around the corner of the conference room was a sizable terrace, separated from the corridor by a sheer curtain, obscuring the view outside. Ning Jiu picked up her phone and approached, only to find a figure already standing on the terrace with their back to her.
The gauze curtain was thin, and the moonlight filtered through it, revealing glimpses of the man's slender figure, with long legs and broad shoulders.
Ning Jiu paused, her eyes not having time to look away, when the other person seemed to notice something and turned around.
Their eyes met unexpectedly.
No one took immediate action.
His eyebrows and eyes were so deep that even a thin veil couldn't hide them; his features were three-dimensional, and his skin was fair and cool—he was a handsome man with no flaws.
Ling Tuo's slender fingers were clean and neat, with a cigarette casually held between his fingers. The veins on the back of his hand were winding and stretched all the way down to his forearm, which was covered by the cuff of his shirt.
He was smoking, but it seemed like he wasn't smoking at all.
The sparks flickered, and grayish-white mist slowly rose from his fingertips, swirling and dancing before his eyes. He didn't avoid it; in fact, he deliberately inhaled the smell little by little.
Chronic suicide.
The ringtone in my right ear was still ringing softly when it abruptly stopped, and Su Ming's voice came from the other end of the phone.
Ning Jiu was the first to withdraw from this silent standoff. She turned around expressionlessly, only to hear the sound of the balcony door opening behind her, the cool evening breeze gently brushing against her back.
"Xiao Jiu, I'm at the stairwell, would you like to go ahead—"
With a bang.
Her wrist was pulled away by a strong force, and the hem of her skirt rippled slightly against her straight, slender thighs.
The phone was knocked against the carpet and plunged into darkness. Ning Jiu watched helplessly as the man closed the terrace door, and an even thicker curtain automatically pulled to the center, leaving no gap.
As vision faded into darkness, the face hidden in the shadows became all the clearer.
He immediately stubbed out his cigarette, still faintly smelling of tobacco on his body. Even as Ning Jiu looked up at him, unable to hide her anger, he simply lowered his thin eyelids and focused his gaze intently on her pursed lips.
His expression was serious and focused, as if he wasn't staring at her lips, but at some work of art about to melt.
In stark contrast to his outward indifference was the fiery, bulging muscle of his thighs, which, through the thin fabric of his trousers, relentlessly pushed open her legs, igniting a subtle, indescribable pleasure like sparks.
Just minutes ago, someone praised him for his good temper, gentlemanly manners, and being the ideal type.
And now, the ideal type others talk about is squeezing his legs between hers, asking her in his most familiar calm tone, enunciating each word clearly.
"Answer his call, or—"
"And French kiss me."
The phone that had fallen to the ground started buzzing again, and Su Ming's name was glaringly reflected on the floor.
This time, he didn't give Ning Jiu time to choose.
The fiery, tight temperature broke through her lips as he first licked and sucked them, showing no aggression.
Taking advantage of her moment of carelessness, he suddenly bit her lower lip hard. Ning Jiu let out a whimper, and he seized the opportunity to open her defenses wide.
The tip of her tongue pried open her lips and teeth, sending a tingling sensation through her. Saliva was swallowed, and a soft, wet sound filled the air between them.
As their breaths mingled, Ning Jiu's legs went weak from the kisses, and she gradually began to have difficulty breathing.
He didn't even consider leaving her a way to breathe.
The phone went out again at some point. Ning Jiu reached out and pushed against his chest forcefully. Her voice was soft from the kiss, but the words she spoke were ruthless.
"Joe Bolin, are you a dog or something?"
The kiss was so intense.
He grasped her hand as she tried to push him away, and their rapid breathing clearly intertwined, yet the atmosphere cooled down.
Joel moved closer to her, his hot breath dampening her cheeks.
"Xiao Bai has been sick recently, and it misses you so much."
He knows her too well.
Knowing that using himself as bait would be useless, Ning Jiu would not soften his heart.
Then let's have Xiao Bai do it.
Ning Jiu paused for a moment when she heard Xiao Bai's name, and Qiao Bolin noticed it keenly as his fine, thick eyelashes brushed against her cheek.
“Its right eye has recently relapsed, and it can’t see on rainy days,” he said, his tone softening as he pressed harder, the thin scar on the back of his hand rubbing against her waist. “When it can’t see, it likes to roll around on the blanket you bought it and bite the plastic toys you gave it.”
"Do you remember, the tiny, yellow duck? It's old now, and its teeth aren't good, so it shouldn't be biting such hard things anymore, but it still loves it."
Whether it was five years ago or five years later, the person who bows their head first seems to never change.
He said.
“Look, even Xiao Bai knows that if someone is not right for you, you shouldn’t let go of them.”
His knees were slightly bent because they were stuck between her legs. He could have looked at her at eye level, but he deliberately tilted his head back so that she could see his well-defined eyebrows and eyes.
Ning Jiu was initially drawn to Xiao Bai, but her attention unconsciously shifted to him.
Qiao Bolin probably knew he had very beautiful eyes.
His eyelashes were thick, casting a fan-shaped shadow under his eyelids.
She has shallow double eyelids and obvious eye bags. Even without any expression, her eyes seem to sparkle with starlight.
Someone like him, who knows how to evoke her compassion through his words and gestures, how could he not take good care of a Border Collie?
"Ningjiu, we—"
"Let's not see each other again."
She's always like this when she's awake.
The softer the voice, the more decisive and resolute the words spoken.
A deathly silence spread out.
His intense, restrained passion transformed into a profound, almost unbearable darkness in his eyes, a sight that sent shivers down one's spine.
Ning Jiu felt a chill run down her spine as he stared at her with the darkness in his eyes, and a sharp pain suddenly shot through her shoulder.
"How could you really just leave me like this..."
The smell of blood spread among them, and the hot breath he exhaled caused shivers to run down their skin.
I really want to fuck you to death.
Another cool sensation slid over my shoulder and dripped onto the ground.
Ning Jiu felt Qiao Bolin's embrace loosen, and with a burst of strength broke free from his hold. She turned to reach for the doorknob on the terrace, but suddenly stopped.
It was too easy for them to break free.
The next second, before she could push the door open, the doorknob slowly pressed down on its own—
Someone opened the door from the outside.
With a loud bang.
Ning Jiu froze on the spot, the surrounding light seemed to suddenly go out of focus, and the outlines became blurry and unreal.
The instant the door opened a crack.
She heard him say that.
"Your boyfriend arrived much later than I expected."
A note from the author:
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Sweet wine and Berlin are finally here! So exciting! [Go for it!] This is just a prologue; the next chapter will be back on campus.
Hey everyone, this is Xuan, Yue, and Tang. Please like, comment, and send nutrient solution to Tangtang! [kissing emoji]
vb@弦月棠
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Reading tips for kids:
Double C, HE
The female lead is seemingly innocent but actually cunning, while the male lead is seemingly innocent but actually ruthless; the male lead's personality changes drastically throughout his life.
The phrase "tired of playing around" in the text has a reason: some of the boyfriends in the urban setting are purely contractual relationships, which will be explained later.
We sincerely recommend that children read the chapters in order, starting with the school setting and then moving on to the city, for a better reading experience.
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