Her heartbeat rose to her throat.
Zhou Dang bit her earlobe, his voice growing even hoarser: "Want to guess... exactly where I'm uncomfortable?"
Xuan Yang: "..."
No!
Did she even need to guess?
She didn't want to have such a lewd conversation with him.
But Zhou Dang began to kiss her.
From her earlobe to her cheek, with pecks as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, falling unhurriedly on her face, neck, shoulders...
Xuan Yang found it hard not to be aroused.
She desperately tried to stay calm, remaining taut and motionless.
After a few minutes, Zhou Dang's sanity returned a bit. Looking at her tense little face, he let out a helpless, amused sigh: "At a time like this, can you not look like you're facing death?"
Xuan Yang: "..."
She opened her eyes slightly, gazing at him with a hazy look.
She didn't realize how much she had looked like she was on a death march.
She was just very nervous.
After all, this was her first time, a brand new experience.
Everything felt strange and unknown, making her nervous and scared.
Zhou Dang released her and pulled back a little.
He placed his right hand over his eyes, both ashamed and amused.
Heaven knew how much courage he had mustered.
But seeing Xuan Yang so tense, he really couldn't bring himself to continue.
Maybe he had been too rash and impatient.
He should spend more time building their emotional connection.
The air in the room gradually became less sticky.
Xuan Yang regained some composure. She turned her head to look at Zhou Dang, whose arm was still over his eyes, and vaguely caught sight of his red ears.
She knew he must be in pain now.
After all, she had felt it just now.
Zhou Dang must have been enduring great discomfort.
Xuan Yang felt conflicted.
She had heard that suppressing such urges was harmful to a man's health.
Maybe it would even have long-term effects.
She didn't want to spoil the mood or cause Zhou Dang any negative experiences.
After a moment's thought, Xuan Yang turned to face Zhou Dang and whispered, "Sorry, I have no experience with this... If you're really in pain, can I help you?"
Zhou Dang stiffened. The fire that had almost died down roared back to life at her soft words.
...
Damn!
How could she torture him like this!
Zhou Dang lowered his arm, his pained face turning toward her.
A serious, obedient Xuan Yang, like a lamb to the slaughter, suddenly appeared before his eyes.
"..."
He was going crazy.
Unaware, Xuan Yang looked at him with sincere eyes: "Zhou Dang, I want to make you feel better. Let me help you."
Zhou Dang gritted his molars, but he still couldn't help swallowing.
Then he muttered a curse under his breath.
Before Xuan Yang could make it out, he had flipped over, pressed her down, and covered her mouth with his, silencing her seductive lips.
Zhou Dang felt he was being driven mad.
He kissed her with some loss of control, holding her chin and delving deep, like he was about to devour her.
Xuan Yang whimpered, overwhelmed by his domineering presence and his wildly aggressive kiss, her eyes reddening and the corners moist with tears.
She wanted to resist, but didn't even have the strength to push him away.
All she could do was clutch and crumple the man's dark, soft pajamas, letting him ravage her like a storm until tears streamed down her face and her feet kicked out.
...
This wasn't how she had imagined it!
Last time they kissed, Zhou Dang had been gentle!
But tonight, he was like a beast.
Her tongue was numb, and her lips hurt.
Xuan Yang's thoughts were scrambled by the kiss. Several times she nearly suffocated, feeling like she might die.
But each time, Zhou Dang would release her just in time to let her catch her breath, only to kiss her again before she could breathe in enough.
Before this, Xuan Yang had never known.
That just kissing could be so tormenting.
Author's note: This chapter is 5000 words! Wuwuwu!