The little girl's slight struggle was in vain. It seemed that the only right thing to do was to follow the boy into the beautiful and intoxicating world.
In the turbulent wind and clouds, she was like a fallen leaf attracted by the vast earth, falling softly into his arms.
The world around them suddenly became completely silent, leaving only each other's breathing and heartbeats, wrapped in indescribable sweetness and tension, as lively as the buzzing of cicadas in a boiling soup.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the cheerful laughter of children.
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and in her panic, she just wanted to push him away and escape from this dangerous situation where she could be caught at any time.
He seemed to see through her panic and whispered in her ear: "Be good! Don't be distracted! They won't come in."
His voice was as gentle as the dew in early spring, yet as firm as the pine trees in deep winter, with a reassuring power.
Sure enough, as his words fell, the children's laughter gradually subsided, replaced by a deeper kiss, like a storm sweeping to the deepest.
Her nose was filled with the unique youthful scent of a teenager, with an unspeakable restlessness and indulgence.
She was so deeply surrounded by this aura that it seemed difficult for her to even stand.
He seemed to notice her weakness and fragility, so he hugged her waist even tighter and kissed her more tenderly and passionately.
He has always been an excellent learner, as if he has mastered the essence of kissing. Every time they entangled, she felt dizzy and as if she was in the clouds.
Just when she was almost losing consciousness from the kiss, the boy finally let her go.
But those eyes were still full of charming danger, as if they were still longing for more intimacy and tenderness.
She was shocked, and her woman's intuition told her that he seemed to want to continue, but how could she bear such stimulation?
She wanted to push him away and escape from his arms, but she overestimated her strength. She almost fell to the ground when she was just a little distance away from him.
Seeing this, the young man couldn't help but chuckle. He quickly supported her and gently teased her, "What's wrong? Are you out of strength?"
There was a hint of teasing in his voice that made her ears burn, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
What do you mean by "weak"? Could she say she fainted from his kiss? She absolutely couldn't! She still had to save face.
The little girl glared at him angrily. "I just walked too much and my legs are weak. It has nothing to do with you. Don't let your imagination run wild!"
That lingering hint of coquettishness made the boy's heart beat even more.
He smiled softly and dotingly, and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips. "I know Yutong is really tired, not because I kissed her too hard."
"Don't you dare say that again!" She was even more angry! Her face flushed with shame, she glared at him angrily, and punched him in the chest.
However, at this moment, her strength was pitifully small, and this punch was even less than a tickle to the boy.
Then he smiled even more charmingly, held her soft hand, and pounded his chest hard, "He made you angry, I'll help you beat him."
"You don't mind the pain!" How could she bear to hit him? He held her little fist tightly, and kept shrinking back, afraid that he would really hurt himself.
He smiled and shook his head, his eyes flashing with an alluring light, pursing his lips as if savoring the sweetness and beauty just now, "I'm a little bit holding on, it doesn't hurt."
"Yan Mingli!" The little girl glared at him angrily. She wanted to beat him to death but couldn't bear to do so. She was really in a dilemma and could only get angry at herself.
Suddenly, the young man grabbed her with both hands and picked her up sideways.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" she screamed and struggled to get down.
It's not even dark yet, and he's thinking about doing something bad? There are children outside. What if they catch him?
This is not a kiss. You can't just separate as if nothing happened. It requires a high level of technical skills.
"Aren't your legs weak? I'll carry you to the bed to rest for a while." He smiled softly and lovingly, and his seductive eyes almost drowned her.
Her face flushed with shame, and she whispered, "Then you are not allowed to bully others."
What was she talking about? Wasn't she warning him? Why did it sound more like she was just acting like a spoiled child?
"I promised you that I wouldn't bully anyone." He looked at the soft and cute little girl in his arms and couldn't help but lean over and rub her nose with his nose.
"Yeah!" She buried her face in his chest in shame, never daring to look up again, and responded softly.
The sound of a strong heartbeat rang in her ears, making her feel extremely at ease.
She was immersed in this gentle and sweet atmosphere, and in a trance she seemed to have returned to the moment when they first met.
It was not in a private gathering with elegant ladies, but in the encounter where one glanced back at the ox cart.
Under the raised mosquito net, there was a little girl with a red face who was placed on the edge of the bed by the boy. Her pair of bright and beautiful eyes were the color of peach blossoms, which made the boy in front of her eyes red as well.
The boy who originally planned to sit beside the little girl and massage her legs immediately dared not get close to the edge of the bed.
He half-knelt beside the bed, with his right leg raised parallel to the ground, and his back straight as a pine tree.
"Let me massage it for you!" He stared at her intently. She nodded slightly, having no power to resist him.
He gently lifted her calf, placed it flat on his thigh, then put his ten fingers together and pressed on her calf muscles.
Even though there was blue cloth between them, she could still feel the warmth of the boy's fingertips. Such a subtle touch made her feel shy, and her cheeks felt so hot as if all the blood in her body was rushing there.
She gritted her teeth and endured the subtle feeling brought by this intimacy, which was like torture.
Even though he used a little force, causing her to feel a dull pain, she forced herself not to make a sound, fearing that this ambiguity would be broken.
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