Deep kiss
The pressure between his lips seemed a little too strong. He opened his mouth slightly, took her lips in his mouth, and gently pinched them.
...wet, moist.
Wen Liang suddenly pulled away, and Zhu Shiyi's eyes were glazed over. She subconsciously raised her lips to chase after him.
A soft laugh rang in her ears, making her heart tremble.
His thoughts snapped back to reality, and Zhu Shiyi closed his eyes tightly, shrinking into Pan Yue's chest like an ostrich: "What are you laughing at!"
You bastard! Are you laughing at her for being thirsty?
Zhu Shiyi punched Pan Yue, complaining that he was too tall and she couldn't catch him.
"No." Pan Yue didn't answer further, but instead reached up and lifted her face.
Zhu Shiyi kept his eyes tightly closed and his head bowed, but he couldn't withstand the undeniable force.
Under his coercion, she raised her head, but avoided his gaze, turning her face away, not daring to look at him.
It was as if a piercing gaze was burning down on her face, intensely hot, making her skin feel flushed.
She was so embarrassed that she wanted to shrink back, but he reached out and cupped her face in his hands.
Where skin met skin, it was hotter than the Pompeii volcano. I don't know who felt the heat, or perhaps there was more than one person with a fever.
Unconsciously biting her lip, Zhu Shiyi murmured, "Don't you... have something important to do?"
Pan Yue's voice was low and slightly hoarse: "...This is the important matter."
He cupped his hands and gently pulled her face closer.
The little deer in her heart leaped across the scorching desert to find a gurgling spring. She swallowed hard, mustered her courage, and looked furtively into his eyes.
Those deep, unfocused, yet incredibly clear eyes.
His eyes blazed with love, passionate and fierce; yet also tender and lingering.
Moonlight pierces through the clouds, star trails intertwine.
Pan Yue slowly lowered his eyelashes, but could not hide the surging emotions in his eyes.
It was as if the oxygen had been sucked away, and Zhu Shiyi seemed unable to breathe.
His dark gaze fell upon her, kissing her slightly parted lips, his eyes flickering, lingering over and over again.
Dusk fell, the road was deserted, and my mind was free of distractions. The world was silent, yet my heart roared more than thunder.
As early spring approaches, her eyes are filled with the gentle warmth of spring.
Pan Yue could no longer resist. He lowered his head, cupped the back of her neck, and kissed her deeply.
I've wanted to kiss you for a long time.
Between breaths, hormones surged unchecked, their kiss both awkward and passionate. Zhu Shiyi couldn't help but want to escape, but a large hand on the back of her neck held her firmly. She had no choice but to clutch his shirt tightly, pressing it against her chest, letting the man take her peach.
She was breathless from the kiss, and instinctively opened her mouth to gasp for air, but her wet tongue pried open her teeth and began to conquer her.
She couldn't help but struggle and moan, but the kiss was heavier, fiercer, faster, and deeper, as if all the restrained love was being stuffed into this kiss.
Her mind went blank, her knees buckled uncontrollably, and Zhu Shiyi forgot to think, nor did she want to. Gravity momentarily threw her off balance, and she instinctively leaned against the mountain in front of her, her arms quietly wrapping around his waist and back.
Pan Yue held her tightly, kissed her, held her lips in his mouth, kneaded and sucked, as if using all his strength to knead her into his fiery chest.
Their bodies were intertwined, their hearts were pressed tightly together.
It turns out that his kiss tasted like minty grass in a sudden downpour.
......
In the instant of their passionate separation, a lingering silver thread formed between their lips.
Zhu Shiyi closed her eyes in embarrassment and buried herself in his arms again.
She heard Pan Yue's chest vibrating; it was his heartbeat, and it was also his laughter.
A sense of security washed over her, and Zhu Shiyi didn't want to do anything but press herself against his heart and wrap her arms around his waist.
"I miss you so much," she whispered.
This time, Pan Yue didn't hesitate: "Me too."
But Zhu Shiyi was not satisfied: "You can't do this to me."
“You should say,” she tilted her flushed face up and gave him a sly smile, “that I miss you too.”
Pan Yue was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Mmm," he pinched her cheek, stared into her eyes, and said softly, "I miss you too."
Dark clouds blew the moonlight into their layers.
They embraced, leaned against the car door, and chatted about a lot of nonsensical things, probably not very meaningful, but they were very happy.
Luckily I got back early tonight, otherwise I wouldn't have had time to linger here.
But happy times are always fleeting. It was getting late, and before they knew it, curfew was approaching. Pan Yue let go of Zhu Shiyi and told her to go back.
"I'm not happy." Zhu Shiyi stomped her feet in a fit of pique and refused to leave.
"Be good," Pan Yue patted her head, "I'll give you a gift, then we'll go back, okay?"
Zhu Shiyi felt comfortable from the massage. Yes, she was susceptible to gentle, sweet words: "What gift?"
Pan Yue led her to the back of the car. The trunk was lifted, revealing a large bouquet of red roses inside.
He picked up the large bouquet of flowers and placed it in her arms: "I didn't know what kind of flowers you liked, so I just listened to the shop owner and picked this one."
“I like them all,” Zhu Shiyi said, her heart brightening as she held the flowers. “Red roses are nice; they symbolize love.”
“If you like it, that’s fine,” Pan Yue said, perhaps because they were already so close, “but I think there are other flowers that would suit you better.”
What flower?
He raised a long eyebrow and slightly curved his eyes: "Sunflower."
"sunflower?"
"You're like that sunflower." He lowered his head slightly and ruffled her hair again.
Zhu Shiyi asked curiously, "Why?"
Pan Yue didn't say anything, but simply patted her head lightly: "Let's go back."
......
In the vast fields, golden sunflowers stand tall and full, chasing the light and growing towards the sun, radiating warmth and strength.
It was late at night.
I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Zhu Shiyi found out the meaning of sunflowers: loyalty and silent love.
She suddenly chuckled, a warm feeling welling up inside her.
Pan Yue.
He's not some blockhead.
His love was pure and romantic.
She couldn't resist and sent Pan Yue a message in the middle of the night.
Zhu Shiyi: [I really like sunflowers.]
Surprisingly, he hadn't slept either.
Pan Yue: [Yes, I like it very much too.]
--
As the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the lights of the library, like an immortal will, burn eternally.
Days passed by, and the routine continued day after day. Every day, Zhu Shiyi followed the routine of attending classes, eating, and studying in the library. His life was busy but monotonous.
Deciding to take the postgraduate entrance exam is a huge hurdle, as is deciding on the target university. But someone as capable as Zhu Shiyi took a big step and overcame them all. However, there are still mountains on the other side of the mountain, and preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam is the truly magnificent mountain.
Switching to music for a music major is no easy feat. Harmony, form, and music analysis—every topic was something Zhu Shiyi had never encountered before. She had to start from scratch. To achieve her goal, she got up early every day, carrying a large stack of books to the library alone, and never gave up for a single day.
However, prolonged and intense study leaves one feeling utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.
But life's disappointments aren't limited to postgraduate entrance exams. Undergraduate assignments and the daily grind of old chicken at the school cafeteria are also a source of daily annoyances.
It was torture, utter torture.
Fortunately, he was there to accompany her on her learning journey. Every night, Zhu Shiyi would video chat with Pan Yue, sharing their joys or confiding their sorrows, making the journey seem less lonely.
On weekends, Pan Yue would pick her up to go "into the city" for food. College students from the suburbs are like rats in the gutter; every weekend, they want to rush into the city for a big meal to soothe their inner turmoil.
A good meal alone isn't enough to heal a wounded mind and body. What to do when under immense pressure? Adults might think of smoking or drinking, but college students aren't adults.
College student Zhu Shiyi's thinking is simple—food is the most important thing for people. Every weekend when he goes to the city, he has to stock up on a ton of food, because he has worked hard and deserves it.
After dinner, Zhu Shiyi went to the supermarket and bought dried fruit, plums, coconut water, potato chips, jelly, and cookies. He wanted to stock up on everything.
Once you get to the cooked food and baking sections, you can't tear yourself away. Braised dishes, glutinous rice balls, sweet-skinned duck, cakes, cream puffs, Swiss rolls, and fresh milk at 7.9 yuan a liter—who can resist?
"It's a pity I can't buy one, there's no refrigerator in the dorm," Zhu Shiyi said listlessly, putting the milk back on the shelf. "College students have no home."
“Take it,” Pan Yue said, putting the milk into the shopping cart. “I have a home.”
"...You're so amazing!"
......
It was almost 10 o'clock when they finished paying the bill, and Zhu Shiyi had to go back to school. As expected, Pan Yue drove her back to school.
As I stepped out of the mall, a torrential downpour began, pounding against the car's windshield. Thunder rumbled intermittently, and the drizzling rain cascaded down like a woven curtain. Pedestrians covered their heads with umbrellas, their pace varying in speed, their movements blending with the beaded rain to create a nocturne.
"I didn't bring an umbrella!" In this heavy rain, and with a bunch of snacks to carry, not to mention the fact that she still had to go back to school, Zhu Shiyi felt hopeless just thinking about it.
“It’s in the car,” Pan Yue gestured to the trunk.
On a rainy evening, a journey that normally takes less than thirty minutes took almost forty minutes.
Pan Yue got out of the car first, braving the rain, took an umbrella from the trunk and opened it, then carried a large bag of snacks before helping Zhu Shiyi open the car door.
Looking at his dripping hair and coat, Zhu Shiyi felt both warm and aching, and even more reluctant to part with him. She opened her arms to him and said, "Hug me."
Pan Yue raised his hand slightly to indicate, and coaxed gently, "It's inconvenient." This was not an excuse; he was holding an umbrella in one hand and carrying snacks in the other, so he really couldn't free his hands.
Zhu Shiyi ignored him, saying, "I'm free." She hugged Pan Yue tightly and snuggled closer to him.
Pan Yue's body tensed up uncontrollably.
She was sitting, he was standing, and she was hugging him like this, only able to lean against his waist and abdomen. What was worse, she still insisted on arching her back.
Pan Yue sighed and put the snacks in the car. He put his arm around Zhu Shiyi and helped her out of the car, saying, "It's 10:45."
Zhu Shiyi didn't care; amidst the wind and rain, she clung even tighter, trying to snuggle into his arms.
She understood Pan Yue's implication: curfew was approaching, and she couldn't linger any longer, but she just couldn't bear to leave.
Pan Yue sighed softly, tilted the umbrella slightly, and patted the head in his arms: "Be good."
That little head was so rebellious, shaking itself like a spinning top: "Disobedient!"
Pan Yue was at a loss: "It's raining, do you think you'll make it back in time?"
The wind, carrying raindrops, occasionally lashed against my body, seeping into my skin and making me shiver slightly from the cold.
“...Actually,” a thought stirred within him, but his body spoke before his mind, “it really wasn’t time.”
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head to hide the flush on her cheeks.
Pan Yue was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth blankly: "...What?"
Zhu Shiyi was a little anxious. She avoided looking, but still wanted to see, so she secretly glanced at him a few times and boldly but shyly hinted, "It's raining so hard, I can't go back."
Pan Yue asked in confusion, "Isn't there an umbrella?"
"I don't care, I don't care!" Zhu Shiyi suddenly shouted, "Your umbrella is ugly!"
......
After standing frozen for two seconds, Pan Yue seemed to understand.
"You...you have to go to the library tomorrow." His voice also became a little deeper.
Now Zhu Shiyi was certain that Pan Yue and she were on the same wavelength.
She unconsciously bit her lip and said softly, "...I don't have to go."
"Studying is important."
"So what?" Suddenly emboldened by this rebellious spirit, Zhu Shiyi said, "I've been working for so many days, I deserve a rest."
The postgraduate entrance exam preparation should be integrated into daily life. It's only March now. If you act like an ascetic every day, you definitely won't be able to last until the end of the year when the exam is held.
Pan Yue's fingers involuntarily tightened their grip, and his eyes darkened.
A cold wind blew by, and heavy rain lashed down. Zhu Shiyi couldn't help but sneeze, and his whole body shivered.
Pan Yue snapped out of his daze, stretched out his long arm, and opened the car door: "Get in."
......
The heavy rain pounded against the car window, pattering and clattering, accompanied by a howling cold wind; inside the car, however, it was quiet and peaceful, perhaps because the heater was turned up high to keep her warm.
A warm breeze swept over us, making our faces flush and our bodies burn, creating an unsettlingly ambiguous atmosphere.
"Wipe the water off." Pan Yue pulled over a piece of paper.
His voice, warm and comforting, made people feel both light and exhilarated.
“…Thank you.” Zhu Shiyi felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
The tissue rubbed against the clothes, and slowly fell silent. In the dim and cramped space, only the steaming heat could be heard.
The car stopped at the intersection. Pan Yue glanced over casually, his dark eyes and sword-like eyebrows making her feel uneasy.
"Why is your face so red?" A large hand reached out, covered her forehead, then slid to the side of her cheek and touched it firmly.
"You don't have a fever, do you?" Pan Yue withdrew his hand, and Zhu Shiyi vaguely saw him curl his lips slightly.
She shuddered immediately, unconsciously gasped for breath, touched her forehead—it wasn't very hot—and then touched her face.
......hot.
No, why is she blushing?
"...It's because the air conditioner is too hot!" Zhu Shiyi immediately found the person to blame, turned down the heat, and still not satisfied, simply turned it off.
"Ugh, it's so hot!" She fanned her cheeks, "It's so stuffy!" and exaggeratedly took a deep breath.
A soft laugh reached my ears.
Zhu Shiyi stopped her small gesture in an instant, her face burning even hotter, and she coughed awkwardly.
...It seems a bit like burying one's head in the sand.
"...Don't laugh!" Regardless of whether she was in the right or not, she was still defiant!
“Hmm,” Pan Yue said, his lips curving upwards. “I wasn’t laughing.”
"I heard everything!"
"sorry."
Zhu Shiyi choked.
This attitude is too good; I have nowhere to vent my anger.
gas!
A surge of anger ran down her cheek. Zhu Shiyi thought to herself, "Pan Yue must find my blushing funny! What's so funny? Is being shy not allowed? Aren't you ashamed to go to your boyfriend's house so late at night?"
...She didn't want anything to happen, so why is she being shy!
Once back on the main road, the air was quiet; even the sound of the air conditioning had disappeared, and only the engine revving up could be heard. No one spoke.
The feeling of unease returned.
On the other hand... isn't it inappropriate for her to go to a man's house so late at night?
“…Um,” she stammered, twisting her fingers, “I’m going to tell you something.”
Unlike her hesitation, Pan Yue casually glanced at her and asked, "Hmm?"
Zhu Shiyi became even more nervous.
Since things have come to this point, instead of being timid and hesitant, it's better to just say it directly: "I just wanted to say that my suggestion to come to your house didn't mean anything by it."
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