Fear
"What are you thinking about?"
"Yang Zheng, I'm going home tomorrow."
Yang Zheng's attention was actually focused on Shen Anxia's desire to go home, and he had no interest in watching the variety show. He held Shen Anxia tightly in his arms, kissed her forehead, and then let her lean on his shoulder, whispering, "I know."
Shen Anxia was unusually depressed.
After returning to Yi'an, Yang Zheng never kissed her properly again.
Not even once.
She mustered her courage for a while before gently wrapping her arms around his waist.
Yang Zheng's eyes were fixed on the variety show, while his other hand held Shen Anxia's hand.
No response.
Shen Anxia felt somewhat frustrated.
Should she just pounce on him? She didn't have the guts.
To say again, like last time, that you want to see male models? Making such outrageous statements isn't acceptable in every situation. She can't do it.
Touch his abs directly? What if she can't control herself? She just wants a kiss, not to sleep with him.
Oh well. I'll just watch TV.
Adjusting her posture, Shen Anxia sat obediently next to Yang Zheng.
"Why aren't you leaning against me anymore?" Yang Zheng asked.
"I'm afraid it will make you tired." Shen Anxia said nonsense.
"How much do you weigh? You think I'll get tired?" Yang Zheng said with a smile.
Shen Anxia immediately changed her tune: "Your arm was pressing on my shoulder just now, and I'm a little tired."
"?" Yang Zheng was certain that Shen Anxia wasn't tired, so he chuckled and put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "I won't press down on you anymore, sit next to me."
Shen Anxia wrapped her arm around Yang Zheng's waist to show fairness: "Then I won't press down on you."
She made him laugh several times, and Yang Zheng gripped Shen Anxia's waist tightly, rubbing it back and forth through the fabric of her pajamas.
The fabric was too cumbersome, so Yang Zheng's hands slid directly under her clothes and covered half of her waist with his large hands.
Shen Anxia's whole body tensed up. The hand on her waist seemed to have a built-in high-temperature function, making her want to run away immediately. But she wanted to run away even more, even more, even more... She didn't know what else she wanted to do, but in any case, she didn't run away. She quietly, quietly slipped her hand under Yang Zheng's clothes and touched his narrow waist.
To make her intentions less obvious, she deliberately placed half of her hand on the elastic band of his pants and the other half on his waist.
Yang Zheng turned his head to look at her and asked, "Is the variety show good?"
Shen Anxia remained calm and composed: "It looks good."
Yang Zheng looked into her clear, innocent eyes, seemingly agreeing with her, and slowly nodded twice: "I think it looks good too."
I watched one episode of a variety show, and it was already 10 p.m.
Shen Anxia remembered that she hadn't finished packing her things and couldn't stick to Yang Zheng any longer, so she said awkwardly, "I have to go pack my things."
“Come on, I’ll go with you.” Yang Zheng stood up and pulled Shen Anxia upstairs.
"No need, you should rest first! I still have a lot of things to pack, it will be very late."
Yang Zheng didn't say anything, but as he passed by Shen Anxia's room, he pulled her inside.
Shen Anxia quickly pulled her hand away: "I'm going back to my room..."
The rest of her words were forcefully swallowed by Yang Zheng's powerful kiss.
The bedroom lights were off. Shen Anxia was pinned against the wall by Yang Zheng near the entrance. Warm yellow light from the corridor slanted in, casting lingering shadows on the profiles of Shen Anxia and Yang Zheng. The sounds of their lips entwined filled their ears, both sticky and sensual.
Finally, having successfully gotten a kiss, Shen Anxia placed her hand on Yang Zheng's waist and gently returned the kiss.
"Didn't you want to touch me?" Yang Zheng loosened his grip on Shen Anxia slightly, pressing his forehead against hers, breathing softly.
Shen Anxia was also panting heavily, wanting to argue, but ultimately remained silent.
Seeing that Shen Anxia stopped touching him and stopped talking, Yang Zheng slowly moved his hand that was supporting the back of Shen Anxia's head down, pressed Shen Anxia's hand down, and pulled it directly into his pajamas: "If you want to touch him, then touch him."
Then he added, "I am yours." After saying this, he kissed Shen Anxia again.
This kiss was more intense than any before. Yang Zheng licked, hooked, swallowed, and wrapped his hands around her, while his large hands slipped under her clothes and caressed her back.
The scabs on the scars on her back had long since fallen off, but they hadn't yet smoothed out completely. She rubbed the scars a couple of times before moving upwards, touching the straps of Shen Anxia's underwear and pausing, as if waiting for something.
Wearing loose-fitting loungewear, Shen Anxia placed her hand on Yang Zheng's chest, not daring to make any movements, but she didn't remove it either.
After a while, Yang Zheng kissed her enough for the past two weeks before moving from Shen Anxia's lips to her ear.
"Just now, didn't you really want to touch me?" Yang Zheng's low, panting voice rang in her ears, his hand still lingering on the strap of Shen Anxia's bra, as if he could hook it up and untie it at any moment.
"No," Shen Anxia retorted softly, her cheeks flushed even in the dim light.
"No? Then tell me, what did the variety show just do?" A magnetic voice rang in Shen Anxia's ear, mercilessly exposing Shen Anxia's absent-mindedness.
Shen Anxia forced herself to concentrate and watch the variety show seriously a few times, then casually remarked, "It's just about playing word games with initial letters and splashing water or something."
"Ha—" A sneer rang in his ears, and Yang Zheng sighed, "I really can't count on you taking the initiative even once."
After saying that, he grabbed Shen Anxia's hand that was resting on his chest and slid it straight down: "So, you want to touch here."
Suddenly, Shen Anxia realized that Yang Zheng was taking her hand somewhere. She didn't know where the strength came from, but just as they were about to touch, she pulled away forcefully, pushed Yang Zheng away, shouted "You pervert!" and turned to run out of the bedroom.
Yang Zheng reacted quickly, pulling Shen Anxia back into his arms.
"Trying to run away?" Yang Zheng's eyes burned with desire, his voice seductive, yet tinged with a hint of grievance. "I'm the one being touched, not you taking advantage of me!"
"..." Shen Anxia felt that Yang Zheng had been possessed. What happened to his polite demeanor of the past two weeks? She was held tightly in his arms, unable to run away or move, and stamped her feet anxiously, "How could you say such an embarrassing thing?"
Yang Zheng ignored her comment and said to himself, "You still call me a hooligan? Look around you, is there anyone more gentlemanly and respectful than me?"
Gentleman... Shen Anxia was speechless.
"Sigh, never mind, I've waited this long enough." Yang Zheng sighed, resting his head on Shen Anxia's shoulder. "Besides, Anxia, this topic isn't hard to talk about. We'll have this day eventually. The difference is, there are some things you want to do after we get married, so let's do them after we get married."
“But,” Yang Zheng added, “I am yours. Touch me if you want, kiss me if you want, don’t feel guilty.”
Shen Anxia felt a little uncomfortable, and whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "I'm afraid of you, I can't stand it."
"You know I can't stand it?" Yang Zheng leaned down to look Shen Anxia in the eye, his movements strangely leaping in the dim yellow light.
Shen Anxia: "..."
Before she could retort, Yang Zheng silenced her again.
In a moment of passion and confusion, Yang Zheng picked up Shen Anxia and pressed her onto his bed. Before Shen Anxia could resist, Yang Zheng reassured her, "Don't be afraid."
He gently kissed Shen Anxia's forehead, the corners of her eyes, her cheeks, and her earlobes. When he kissed her neck, it tickled her so much that she flinched.
Shen Anxia trembled all over, one hand supporting herself on Yang Zheng's shoulder, weakly pushing him away. Fortunately, Yang Zheng didn't make any further moves after kissing her there. He slowly pecked and licked, teasing Shen Anxia until her whole body felt soft and numb. She didn't know when her hand supporting herself on Yang Zheng's shoulder had wrapped around his neck. From the side, the posture looked just like someone offering herself up and waiting to be taken.
Every inch of his neck was thoroughly occupied by Yang Zheng. When a muffled groan came from deep within Yang Zheng's chest, he stopped and said in a hoarse voice, "Wait for me here. Take a shower."
Shen Anxia didn't move, not because she didn't want to, but because she was too weak. She remembered that He Yan had been dating for less than half a month in her freshman year and then moved out with her boyfriend. When she returned to the dormitory, she had to educate everyone in the dormitory about science.
Shen Anxia and Liu Shanshan were terrified when they heard that. They ran to the library and studied hard to put those images behind them, but experiencing it firsthand was different, especially the accidental touch when Yang Zheng got up.
No, she couldn't wait for Yang Zheng to come out here. Fortunately, his shower was unusually long this time. Shen Anxia used all her strength to get up, and slowly but quickly made her way back to her bedroom. She locked the door and then hid in the bathroom.
After taking a shower, Yang Zheng's lust finally subsided. He touched the spot where Shen Anxia had lain, but it was already completely cold, and he had no idea how long she had been gone.
He went next door, knocked on the door, and then tried to turn the doorknob. To his surprise, the door was locked from the inside.
"Anxia?" Yang Zheng knocked on the door again.
Shen Anxia slowly opened the door, her large eyes darting around, unable to look at Yang Zheng.
Seeing how embarrassed she looked, as if she wanted to bury her head in the ground, Yang Zheng ruffled her hair, glanced at her suitcase, and asked, "Hurry up and pack?"
Shen Anxia hummed in agreement.
"Together."
After packing his luggage, Yang Zheng checked his watch; it was almost one o'clock. He looked up and asked Shen Anxia, "Are you sleepy?"
Shen Anxia looked at Yang Zheng with her big eyes, her eyelashes fluttering like a deer's, and nodded slightly: "Sleepy."
Yang Zheng laughed uncontrollably, then lifted Shen Anxia's blanket and lay down on top of her.
Shen Anxia, standing to the side: "..."
"Come on up." Yang Zheng patted the spot next to him.
Shen Anxia didn't move; she even took a small step back.
The two had slept in the same bed before, but the situation was special then, and neither of them had any romantic thoughts. But this time it's different. If Yang Zheng were to sleep next to her, she would definitely be thinking about his abs all over her mind and might have a sleepless night.
Yang Zheng sat up straight, propped one leg up, and casually draped his arm over it: "Come here yourself, or should I carry you?"
"If you... really want to sleep here, then I can go to your room."
“Chen, An, Xia,” Yang Zheng called her by her full name, “come here on your own without touching you. If I carry you up, who knows what might happen.”
Her steps froze on the spot. Shen Anxia tilted her head, pondering the possible imagery contained in that sentence. Considering that she must choose option C, as long as she ran into Yang Zheng's room and locked the door before Yang Zheng could react, he would be helpless. Having made up her mind, she turned around and ran towards Yang Zheng's room.
Every time Yang Zheng saw Shen Anxia tilt her head, he felt a special tenderness in his heart. Just as his eyes were about to soften, he caught a glimpse of Shen Anxia running away and immediately felt a spark fly. He stretched out his long legs, stepped off the bed, pulled Shen Anxia back from running out the door, scooped her up and threw her onto the bed, then lay down next to her and turned off the light.
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