Are you still hiding from me?
Ever since that nearly uncontrollable encounter in the woods, Lin Xueyin had deliberately avoided Song Zhiyuan for several days. Her heart was in turmoil, and the feeling of being swallowed up terrified her, yet she couldn't help but repeatedly savor the warmth of his fingertips and those deep, lust-filled eyes in the dead of night.
However, under the invisible net woven by Song Zhiyuan, her escape seemed futile and ridiculous.
That afternoon, after work at the radio station was finished, a torrential downpour suddenly began to fall without warning. The large raindrops clattered against the tiles, and a veil quickly formed between heaven and earth.
Lin Xueyin stood at the entrance of the radio station, looking worriedly at the heavy rain outside. She didn't bring an umbrella.
Just as she was hesitating whether to run back in the rain, the familiar dark blue umbrellas were once again held above her head.
Song Zhiyuan had arrived at some point, his shoulders already wet from the rain. He looked down at her, his eyes deep, a look that seemed to see through all her little thoughts.
"Let's go." His voice sounded particularly low in the sound of rain.
Lin Xueyin wanted to refuse, but seeing the torrential rain outside showing no signs of abating, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She followed him silently and walked into the rain.
The rain was pouring down, and the space under the umbrella seemed even more cramped. To avoid getting wet, they had to stay close together. His arm was pressed against hers, and through the thin summer clothes, she could clearly feel the firmness of his arm muscles and the burning warmth of his body.
Lin Xueyin's whole body was stiff, and she shrank as much as possible, trying to keep some distance, but he noticed it, stretched out his hands and hips, and directly grasped her waist, pulling her tighter against him.
"Don't move, you'll get sick if you get wet." His tone was unquestionable.
His palm pressed against her waist, the burning sensation almost burning through her clothes. Lin Xueyin's heartbeat went haywire, and her cheeks instantly burned. She struggled, but he held her tighter.
"Song Zhiyuan..." She whispered his name shyly, with a hint of weak protest.
"Yeah." He responded, his voice close to her ear, and his warm breath brushed against her earlobe, bringing a shiver.
He didn't say anything more, but just held her in his arms and walked steadily forward in the mud and rain.
Lin Xueyin was forced to lean against his cup, her nose lingering with his clear and strong scent, mixed with the smell of earth and rain, forming a dizzying ambiguity.
She could feel the rise and fall of his chest and hear his steady heartbeat, intertwined with her own panicked heartbeat.
The journey seemed infinitely long. Every second, she could clearly feel the strength and warmth of his palm. The feeling of being completely controlled made her flustered, yet at the same time, she felt a faint, twisted sense of security.
Finally, we arrived at the dilapidated warehouse used to store firewood near the educated youth site.
"Go in and take shelter." Song Zhiyuan half-hugged her and took her into the dim warehouse without saying anything.
The barn was filled with dry firewood and a strong smell of grass, wood, and dust. It was dim, with only a little light coming in from the door.
The moment they entered this enclosed space, just the two of them, the atmosphere instantly changed. The sound of the rain was blocked out, making the warehouse exceptionally quiet. The only sound they could hear was their hurried breathing.
Song Zhiyuan loosened his hand around her waist, but did not let her go. Instead, he turned around and faced her, trapping her between him and the pile of firewood.
Lin Xueyin subconsciously took a step back, her back resting on the rough firewood, with no way to retreat.
He stared down at her. In the dim light, his eyes were like a lurking cheetah, full of dangerous and charming aggression. Raindrops dripped down his neat short hair and flowed over his angular jaw, carrying a wild sexiness.
"Avoid me?" he asked.
Lin Xueyin's heart trembled, and she turned away, not daring to look him in the eye. "No...no."
His fingers touched her cheek, with the coolness of the rain and the heat of his own fingers, forcing her to turn to face him.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Lin Xueyin was forced to raise her eyes, and met his deep eyes, which were filled with thick desire. Her panic and confusion were clearly reflected in them.
His thumb gently rubbed her delicate cheek, then slowly moved down, stroking her slightly trembling lips.
The soft touch made the darkness in his eyes darker. He no longer hesitated, lowered his head, and accurately grasped her slightly open lips.
".Hmm..." Lin Xueyin suddenly opened her eyes wide, and her mind went blank in an instant.
His kiss was irresistibly powerful and hot. At first, it was just the crushing and sucking of his lips, with a sense of exploration.
When she was completely stunned and had no reaction.
It was a powerful kiss, with the faint scent of tobacco and his own sharp taste.
It was as if all the oxygen was taken away by him.
Stagnation of thinking
Her hands pressed against his chest in an attempt to push him away.
But it was so soft that I couldn't exert any strength.
His kissing skills are immature, but with a natural control.
The big hand had slipped from her cheek without her knowing.
With a light calloused touch.
Lin Xueyin let out a soft, mosquito-like whimper.
The sobbing seemed to stimulate him
He increased the strength in his hands a little.
Lin Xueyin had no power to fight back, like a delicate flower completely soaked by a rainstorm, she could only cling to him, and under his strong demands,
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