Fu Jingsheng pulled Rong Yan to the desk, and sunlight streamed through the window onto their faces.
"Rong Yan, you sit in this seat." It was the third row by the window. Rong Yan herself had forgotten about it, but Fu Jingsheng actually remembered.
The woman asked in surprise, "How did you know?"
Fu Jingsheng raised an eyebrow and pointed to the classroom not far away: "My classroom is over there. I always have to pass through this corridor when I go to the restroom. I often secretly watch you, Rong Yan. Don't you ever move around after class? You always sit at the desk and you're always sleeping with your head down."
Rong Yan remembered this habit; she didn't like wandering around after class and always liked to lie down and take a nap.
"Did you often peek at me back then?"
“Look openly. If you weren’t lying down, you would have spotted me.” Fu Jingsheng jumped onto the desk. “It’s you again.”
Rong Yan sat down as well, swinging her legs back and forth: "Oh dear, so it's my fault for sleeping, otherwise I would definitely have noticed you looking at me, causing me to have unrequited love for so many years."
Fu Jingsheng put his arm around Rong Yan's shoulder: "Looking at it from another angle, the fact that I've been restraining myself but still haven't forgotten you has strengthened my resolve to be with you. People who are hard to come by are even more precious."
"Rongyan, let's go somewhere." Fu Jingsheng lifted his wife down, took her hand, and ran outside.
Finally, we stopped in front of the old library.
The door was closed, but the man tried pushing it, and it opened. The bookshelf was still there, but the books had been moved out. Fu Jingsheng found his usual seat: "Rong Yan, I remember this is the place. You liked to sit here." The man gestured roughly, "Right here, but unfortunately the desk is gone."
“Come here.” Rong Yan hooked her arm around Fu Jingsheng’s and walked to a bookshelf. “The bookshelf that covered me is still here. I used to secretly watch you here back then. Fu Jingsheng, you liked to bite your pen when you did your homework.”
Fu Jingsheng stood where Rong Yan had been standing; "Yes, I was in that direction." The man suddenly leaned down and kissed Rong Yan's forehead, "Tell me, what were you thinking when you saw me standing here? Did you want to date me?"
Rong Yan denied it: "Of course not, handsome guys are pleasing to the eye. I'm only looking at you for the sake of prolonging my life."
"You won't admit it?" The man's lips curled into a wicked smile. He pulled Rong Yan's waist and pushed her against the bookshelf, bracing himself against it with his other hand as he looked down at her. "Never thought about secretly kissing me?"
"How could I have the guts?" Rong Yan said without hesitation. "Back then, I was too embarrassed to even look you in the eye, let alone dare to steal a kiss. Fu Jingsheng, you must have thought about stealing a kiss from me. So you were fantasizing about me back then?"
"So what? Is that not allowed? My future wife, can't I even think about how to kiss her?" Fu Jingsheng didn't deny it. He took a step forward, his abdomen pressed against Rong Yan's, his warm breath on her earlobe. "I not only want to kiss her, but whenever people in the dorm talk about going to a hotel, you come to mind. I've even thought about taking your virginity."
Rong Yan: ……
She grabbed his shoulders with both hands: "Oh, you had such lewd thoughts back then."
"Well, is it abnormal to be in your twenties? I didn't actually do it. But later I thought that if you gave your first time to someone else, I wouldn't want you anymore."
Rong Yan tilted her head back and bit the man: "So you're a shallow person too."
Fu Jingsheng held the woman's neck and pulled her into his arms: "I had thought about it, but then I told myself that even if your first time wasn't with me, I could accept it. But I never expected that I would actually marry you, and that it was our first time."
After talking for a while, Fu Jingsheng unconsciously became aroused: "Rong Yan, I want to sleep with you in the library. Isn't that a dirty thought? Even though this is no longer a school."
Rong Yan nodded deliberately: "Yes, then Mr. Fu won't do it?"
Fu Jingsheng shook his head: "No, I came here because I wanted to do it with you at school to make up for the regret back then. If I had been with you earlier, I probably would have had more energy than I do now."
"What's the meaning?"
"What I mean is, I'm in my early twenties and I'm with you, how could it be once a day, at least three times a day?" He lifted Rong Yan's waist with both hands and pressed her against his desire.
A bulging mass pressed against her waist and abdomen, and Rong Yan gasped, "Then I have to say it's a good thing we weren't together back then, otherwise would I still be alive today? Fu Jingsheng, control yourself."
With the arrow already on the bowstring, how could one control it? Fu Jingsheng pried open Rong Yan's hand and grasped the bulging sac.
He led the way from top to bottom.
“Fu Jingsheng, I can do it myself.” Rong Yan pried the man’s hands off.
Fu Jingsheng rolled over, leaning his back against the bookshelf, and let Rong Yan lie on top of him.
Rong Yan unbuttoned the man's shirt, slipped one hand inside his clothes to wrap around his back, placed the other hand on his chest, and kissed him.
"Mmm! Wife." Fu Jingsheng couldn't help but look up, his hands cupping the back of Rong Yan's head. "So comfortable."
"Tell me, how many times did you think about me during college?" Rong Yan asked, biting the man hard.
The man, lost in passion, said without thinking, "Many times, whenever someone mentions this, the first person I think of is you. My first wet dream was also because you appeared in my dream."
Rong Yan thought to herself, "Wow, Fu Jingsheng is really good at hiding his feelings. She didn't even realize that this man had ever had feelings for her."
She then pinched the man's waist: "You were quite able to control yourself back then, why can't you now? Just bear with it a little longer. You clearly like me, but you rejected my confession, making me lose face in front of so many people. It makes me angry just thinking about it. I'm not doing it anymore."
Rong Yan moved away from Fu Jingsheng.
The man, who had just tasted the sweetness of success, seemed to be suddenly dragged down from the clouds. He stood there for a few seconds, then hugged Rong Yan again: "Wife, are you trying to kill me? I can post a statement in the class group to tell everyone that I liked you back then, please don't stop, okay?"
His tone was low, seemingly pleading.
Rong Yan crossed her arms in front of her and deliberately turned her face away: "Who wants to make a statement? I want you to tell everyone at the class reunion."
"Okay, I'll agree to let you gather everyone over to explain. Honey, let's continue." Fu Jingsheng squinted.
Rong Yan kissed the man's neck and planted a hickey: "Just like that, let everyone see."
Fu Jingsheng lifted his wife's buttocks and placed her on the bookshelf. He then lifted her legs and went straight for the hard thing.
He pulled down the woman's pants and hung them on one leg.
He kissed her ankle.
Rong Yan was unable to move, and her whole body trembled and her voice trembled after being kissed.
She had intended to tease Fu Jingsheng, but now she was the one being teased. She gave up struggling, propped her elbows on the bookshelf, and tilted her head back.
Fu Jingsheng kissed his way up, his tongue lingering at the woman's earlobe, gently licking it. Rong Yan completely lost her senses, grabbing the man's back and pulling him towards her.
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