The fluorescent light overhead was a bit harsh. After a sweaty session, they curled up together. Chang Xuyu didn't know how the man beside her felt, but her own heart felt somewhat hollow.
Yi Zhuo scooped her up and walked to the bathroom, setting her on the counter. The large mirror reflected a pale, slender figure and a sturdy, robust one. He stepped closer, looking up at her slightly. Chang Xuyu's face was as red as a ripe fruit, tempting.
She loosely wrapped her arms around his neck. Their eyes met like two magnets, pulling and tangling. The corners of her eyes tilted up slightly, her long lashes wet with a few glistening tears, like a crescent moon in the sky—a gaze full of unspoken words.
Yi Zhuo was captivated, boldly reaching for her lips. She smiled and tried to dodge, but he still caught her, frenziedly sucking that familiar sweetness. Their tongues intertwined; he nibbled and bit like a beast of prey, refusing to let go of any breath she had.
The shower head was on; amidst the steaming heat and mist, rational thought was thrown to the wind. The impulse of adults always struck in the moment—she clearly knew it was improper, yet she still abandoned all reservations and followed him here. Perhaps, at some point, she had felt a flicker of pity. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let him press upon her.
Chang Xuyu looked at him with pitiful eyes. His dark eyes deepened; her heartbeat accelerated. She could only plead softly, "Can you not bully me... okay?"
"What counts as bullying?"
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