Under the night sky, silver-white radiance gently spread, as if draping all things in a layer of gauze. The bicycle moved leisurely forward, leaving behind a faint scent of wine in its wake.
Fortunately, Cheng Fangqiu had good alcohol tolerance—she didn’t shout or run around recklessly. The only thing was that the strength with which she wrapped her arms around his waist was a bit much.
“Are we not home yet?”
Watching the roadside houses retreating behind them, Cheng Fangqiu couldn’t help but murmur. At the same time, she pressed her burning cheek against his back, feeling the coolness of his body. Her hands became even more unrestrained as she tightened her embrace around his waist.
Zhou Yinghuai’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and he spoke softly, “Almost there.”
Seeing that she was sitting steadily and holding onto him tightly, Zhou Yinghuai sped up. Before long, they arrived downstairs at the residential building. After parking the bike, she obediently got off on her own, but her steps were unsteady, and she nearly fell to the ground. Fortunately, his quick reflexes allowed him to pull her into his arms in time.
Otherwise, if she had fallen and knocked into the parked bicycles nearby, she would have definitely ended up bruised in patches of blue and purple.
“Thanks.”
Her soft, delicate voice carried a faint fragrance as it entered his ears. Following the sound, Zhou Yinghuai turned his head and saw Cheng Fangqiu tilting her head slightly under the moonlight, staring at him unblinkingly.
Her delicate face was flushed with a charming blush, her eyes were sultry and misty. When she spoke, her warm breath scattered against his neck, leaving behind tingling sensations that made his skin burn.
Her jet-black hair swayed briefly in the air with her tilted-head movement before cascading onto her waist, with a few strands winding around his arm, drawing out an indescribable sense of intimacy.
“Lean on me.” Zhou Yinghuai took a deep breath, letting her stand against him.
Cheng Fangqiu obediently responded with an “Okay,” then pressed against his arm to stand upright, looking unbearably adorable.
Seeing this, Zhou Yinghuai’s lips curved slightly upward. Only after confirming she was standing steadily did he bend down to lock the bicycle. Just as he straightened up, she suddenly lunged at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, clinging to him as if she had no bones.
Zhou Yinghuai glanced around—since it was already dark and there weren’t many people outside, he felt at ease embracing her waist and pulling her even closer into his arms.
“Husband, why do you have four pairs of ears?”
She lifted her head, her alluring peach-blossom eyes shimmering with a dazed glow. The scent of wine filled her breath as she spoke, reaching out a delicate fingertip to trace along his ear as if trying to confirm whether the absurd sight before her was real or just an illusion.
She was like a little fire spirit from the heavens, and wherever her fingertips touched, it was as if she had cast a spell, igniting a slow-burning fire.
Zhou Yinghuai felt like he was on the verge of dying at her hands. Pressing his thin lips together, he coaxed her in a gentle voice, “Qiuqiu, you’re drunk. Let’s go home first, okay?”
“Mhm, I’m drunk.” Cheng Fangqiu nodded drowsily but frankly. As she spoke, the tip of her tongue lightly swept across her red lips, leaving behind a glistening sheen, making Zhou Yinghuai’s throat tighten.
“We, should, go, home.”
She spoke in a delicate and lingering tone, enunciating each word, yet her hand still refused to leave his ear, unwilling to let go. Her soft body would occasionally brush against his firm chest—light as a dragonfly skimming the water—but after happening repeatedly, it became an enticing tease that was neither rejecting nor inviting.
Zhou Yinghuai’s eyes darkened, his large hand clasping her waist as he gently kneaded it, as if restraining something.
Taking a few deep breaths, he finally couldn’t hold back any longer. Just as he was about to lower his head, he caught sight of a beam of warm white light sweeping across the area not far away. He swiftly grabbed her hand and pulled her into the nearby stairwell.
Just as they steadied themselves, the light drew closer and stopped right in the bicycle parking shed.
It seemed that someone had just gotten off a night shift and returned home.
“B…”
Perhaps due to the way he was holding her, she felt uncomfortable and let out a soft, dissatisfied murmur. The sound was especially clear in the silent night.
Before she could say another word, he bent down and sealed her lips, pressing her tightly into his embrace.
The moment their lips touched, it was like a flood breaking through a dam—completely uncontrollable. The man’s tongue forcefully pried open her lips, and the fragmented, fervent kisses entangled them together.
“…What was that sound?”
The man in the parking shed looked around as if he had seen a ghost, but he didn’t see anyone, nor did he hear any more sounds. He let out a sigh of relief while rubbing the goosebumps that had risen on his arms. However, he didn’t dare to stay any longer. He hurriedly locked his car, quickly left the parking shed, and ran in the direction of his home.
After the man left, Zhou Yinghuai finally slowed his aggressive approach, gently pecking at the corner of her lips.
Cheng Fangqiu gradually recovered from the storm-like intensity, clutching the fabric of his chest as she gasped for breath. Her mind wasn’t any clearer; instead, it became even more muddled. Feeling the sensation on her legs, she instinctively reached out to grab it, her red lips parting as she uttered a few words.
“Hard, so hard.”
Her soft little hands kept igniting sparks. Zhou Yinghuai followed her words and looked down, only to see an indescribable mess.
That scene caused the blood in his body to rush instantly to where she was holding. Every cell in his body was screaming for wild celebration, and the desire in his heart made his mouth dry and his mind chaotic.
Yet, the instigator of all this remained completely unaware, blinking her big eyes with an expression as innocent as could be.
Innocence and allure intertwined unpredictably on her.
“Do you want me to help you?” Her sweet breath wrapped around the tip of his nose, repeatedly challenging his limits.
Zhou Yinghuai gritted his teeth secretly. Help him? It was unclear who would end up helping whom later.
He didn’t care about the possibility of being seen and directly scooped Cheng Fangqiu up into his arms. She let out a gasp of surprise, her hands loosening before she instinctively clung to his shoulders. Her hair swayed in the crook of his arm as he moved, leaving a trail of delicate fragrance.
He quickly went upstairs, only relaxing slightly after entering his own home. Then, seeing her struggling to get out of his arms, his breathing grew heavy. He held her tightly and pressed her down onto the sofa.
Their combined weight caused the sofa to sink in one spot.
He knelt above her, gripping the edge of her clothes and pulling them off with a slight effort, tossing them onto the coffee table. The room wasn’t lit, but the moonlight still allowed him to clearly see her well-proportioned figure.
Alcohol numbs the nerves, inducing a sense of laziness and fatigue.
“So sleepy.”
Cheng Fangqiu’s hands were pinned above her head. She mumbled and was about to close her eyes when she suddenly felt a coolness below her. In the blink of an eye, her pants, along with her undergarments, were pulled down to her ankles. Then, scorching kisses began to inch up from her calves.
His movements weren’t exactly gentle, carrying a domineering force.
At this, Cheng Fangqiu’s drowsiness vanished entirely, and even her drunkenness faded a bit. His presence felt like a venomous snake climbing upward, growing stronger and more noticeable in dangerous areas. Only when his cool, thin lips pressed against her did she shiver and come back to her senses, trying to squeeze him out by closing her legs.
But it was futile.
He even grabbed her ankles, bending her legs and bringing her knees close to her cheeks. Because of the alcohol, she had become much bolder. She hazily sank into the moment, her breathing growing heavier. Even the soft moans she would usually suppress now spilled out freely.
Her delicate, sweet voice, one sound after another, made his ears burn and his heart grow dizzy.
Zhou Yinghuai’s movements with his lips and tongue softened, treating her with the utmost care, as if she were a precious treasure.
Under normal circumstances, Cheng Fangqiu would never have allowed him to be so unrestrained. But now, with her mind unclear, even if she felt ashamed, she wasn’t fully aware of it.
He told her what to do, and she did it.
His strong hands left marks on her fair, rounded buttocks, but none were as startling as the occasional sounds of wetness.
In her daze, Cheng Fangqiu couldn’t help but think that the freshly cut buzz cut was indeed prickly.
Prickly against her legs.
She hadn’t closed the balcony door when she left earlier, and now a cool evening breeze blew in through the crack, sneaking into the heated crevices. It made her unable to resist grabbing the top of his head, but she forgot his hair was too short to hold onto, only pushing him closer in the process.
Cheng Fangqiu let out a whimper, two tears seeping from the corners of her eyes. She shook her head repeatedly, her slender, pale legs uncontrollably resting on his shoulders, her toes curling into tight circles.
“Zhou… Zhou Yinghuai.”
“……”
“……”
She couldn’t finish her bashful words, only mustering the last of her strength to speak intermittently. Her slender neck arched backward into a graceful curve, the still-visible red marks on it filled with an indescribable ambiguity.
Her fingers clutched the sofa cushion tightly, the fabric already crumpled and wrinkled beyond recognition.
Due to her stepping, his body shifted back half an inch with the force, and then he slowly raised his head. Their gazes met in the moonlight. Cheng Fangqiu’s eyelashes fluttered as she watched a glistening thread break in mid-air.
Her already flushed face turned crimson, but her gaze was involuntarily drawn to him.
The man knelt on the sofa, his upper body bare, revealing a robust chest and muscular arms. His strong arms supported her thighs, pressing her fair skin together, creating a striking contrast in their tones that looked particularly alluring.
His deep eyes, sharp as knives, locked onto her like a predator hunting its prey.
His usually pale lips were now blood-red, glistening and dripping with stickiness.
This scene…
Cheng Fangqiu bit her lower lip, a wave of overwhelming shame engulfing her. At the same time, an inexplicable emptiness swept over her, making her loosen the pressure of her feet on him.
He noticed this, the corners of his lips curling into a faint, teasing smile. His handsome brows lifted slightly as he silently stared at her for a moment. Though it was only a few seconds, it felt like an eternity to her.
Fortunately, he soon buried his head again.
She secretly sighed in relief, but realizing this made her ears burn. She bit down harder on her lower lip, yet uncontrollable whimpers still escaped from her lips.
But soon, she sensed something was off. This time…
He didn’t seem as intense as before, only lazily pleasing her, leaving her neither satisfied nor able to stop, like a small boat drifting aimlessly on the water.
Just as she couldn’t hold back and was about to speak up, he stopped and instead moved up along her waistline, burying his head in her chest.
“Qiuqiu, tell me, what do you want?”
Zhou Yinghuai reached out and grabbed her hand, first interlacing their fingers tightly. “Is it here?”
After asking, he used his damp, thin lips to envelop her fingertips, leaving faint tooth marks with his teeth. “Is it here?”
Without waiting for her to answer, Zhou Yinghuai suddenly pulled away, straightening up and pulling her with him. Scalding droplets trailed down and landed on the top of her foot, causing her to shiver.
Her long eyelashes fluttered incessantly as she met his devilishly charming, crimson eyes. A desire to escape arose in her, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot, unmoving on the sofa.
Cheng Fangqiu’s breathing was rapid, her palm forcibly held by him, eventually landing slowly on…
Through the black trousers, a flirtatious and ambiguous greeting was exchanged.