In the dead of night, He Ping'an took the initiative to hug him for the first time. Gu Lanyin's body was somewhat feverish. After holding him for a while, she couldn't help pulling at his clothes. She buried her head on his chest, and through skin and flesh, her ears felt like thunder was pounding. He Ping'an glanced at his face from the corner of her eye. Gu Lanyin had his eyes closed, as if still in a dream, unmoved. She dug her nails into his flesh, blew a breath, and when she saw his eyelashes flutter slightly, He Ping'an lowered her eyes and gently bit him. Like a mouse stealing lamp oil, bite by bite, her slightly sharp teeth bit into the slippery grease. With a little force, she pierced the fragile calm on the surface of the lamp. The room was filled with suppressed gasps. He Ping'an listened to the faint, almost pleading sounds coming from the man's nose, and bit him harder. Gu Lanyin endured for a long time, then finally pressed her beneath him. He pinched her chin and pried open her mouth. Without a word, they pushed and shoved between lips and teeth, their hot breaths tangled together, until late into the night, unable to part from each other. He Ping'an's hair was messy, her eyes slightly red. She wanted to keep Gu Lanyin, but their family backgrounds were so different; she could only watch from afar. At dawn, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, her stomach terribly bloated. She curled up and ignored Gu Lanyin no matter how he called her. Seeing this, Gu Lanyin stayed an extra day in this small town. They set out on the morning of the third day, silently tucking the events of the previous night away between them.
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