He felt the soft, stiff body. He Ji's lips were pressed tightly together, the corners of his mouth turned down slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down rapidly as he tried to suppress the surging blood.
"He Ji, are you even a man? What are you being so wishy-washy for?"
"Can you do it or not? Hurry up, don't waste my time."
The boys couldn't wait any longer. Some of them squatted down, craning their necks to watch.
She was trembling.
It should have been fear, but her exquisitely carved face showed little expression. The corners of her eyes slanted upwards, possessing a charm that was beyond her years.
Even with her eyes lowered, she looked deliberately seductive.
The hand propping him up on the ground was bulging with terrifying veins. Fine sweat beaded on his forehead. He tried to get up and leave, but Jiang Wei, behind him, stomped down hard on his back.
Caught off guard, he was forced downwards, his face slamming forward.
He Ji's lips were dry and cool, lacking warmth, much like the man himself.
Her face suddenly crashed into his, their noses bumping, and the flesh of her lips was scraped. The girl, who had been silent, let out a soft hum of pain.
It was soft, with a hint of a cry, like the sound a kitten makes.
This simple hum made his heart pound several times faster.
He pushed himself up with his arms. The shoe on his back suddenly exerted force, and his spine ached. He subtly pursed his lips, tasting a hint of sweet blood.
His eyeballs shifted slightly, giving him a closer view of the girl's face.
Her long eyelashes were adorned with tears, clear and pure like a lotus emerging from water. She didn't dare to speak even when bullied, only letting out little hums when things became too much.
The tip of her nose was reddened. Her thin lips, like they were painted with cinnabar, had drops of fresh blood smeared by his mouth, resembling rouge.
Every breath carried a rich fragrance. He Ji's expression was icy, his thin lips tightly pressed, exuding ultimate coldness, but his actions contradicted his expression.
His back was pinned down, but his head was free. Perhaps it was due to the jeers of the others, or perhaps he just wanted to finish quickly. He kissed her down with vent and roughness.
It was too forceful. The skin of her lips, already broken, bled anew.
The man's clear, invasive scent filled the air, rough and undisciplined.
He really stuck out his tongue.
The jeering sounds seemed like they could rip off the roof.
They all crowded around, those in the back standing on tiptoe, just to get a clearer view.
The boys closest to them swallowed awkwardly, staring blankly, their bodies numb.
The already crowded and stuffy space became even more chaotic.
Unlike the girl's pale face, He Ji's cheeks rapidly flushed a burning heat, his heart pounding like a drum, growing faster and faster.
The flesh of his lips was compressed, glistening with moisture.
The boy with the cold face fiercely bit and sucked her lips.
***
It was the summer of July. The leaves of the holly trees were glossy and tender, and the old elm trees were lush, providing a hazy green shade.
The equipment room became very quiet, with only the gentle sound of water.
The temperature soared.
Everyone held their breath, their faces flushed, their gazes glued to the scene.
The girl's face was pale, her eyes clear and elegant. Her beautiful, jade-like fingers pressed against He Ji's chest, her eyelashes trembling.
He Ji's neck was flushed a deep red. His Adam's apple rolled rapidly, and his chest rose and fell with increasing urgency, as if becoming more and more rapid.
***
The fingers resting on He Ji's shoulder clutched the fabric of his clothes helplessly. They were slender and graceful, with faint green veins visible like water lilies.
Jiang Wei, who had been stepping on He Ji, watched from above. He Ji completely blocked the girl. The girl sometimes stretched her neck to dodge, but He Ji quickly pursued her.
Then came muffled groans.
He inadvertently caught a glimpse of smooth, translucent skin, like soft cream.
His usually indifferent pupils suddenly trembled.
***
This bullying lasted for a long time. He Ji's handsome face remained expressionless. When he pulled away, the temperature on his face had already subsided.
His expression was taut, his eyes seemingly churning with stormy waves, but in an instant, they returned to a state of calm.
Shen Yue's lips were very red and swollen.
Her eyelashes were damp, her skin was pale, and her lips hurt so much that she couldn't even speak.
He Ji was too rough. He didn't act like a relative at all. He had no technique, only knowing how to bite and suck. Her lips were broken, and so were his.
She didn't know if He Ji really hated her, which was why he was so fierce. Even breathing felt like a luxury. Only when she was about to faint from lack of oxygen did He Ji finally pull away.
Her mind buzzed. Her vision blurred. All the sounds and scenes around her faded.
The slender white fingers resting on his shoulder slid down weakly. Her soft fingertips accidentally brushed against He Ji's chin, like being tickled by a feather.
He Ji had never seen Shen Yue before. His gaze lingered on her red, swollen lips for a long time, the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly.
During the kiss, she didn't struggle. She was obedient and quiet. Her only act of resistance was clutching the clothes on his shoulder.
She was actually a victim, just like him.
But He Ji, who always disliked contact with others, had never kissed anyone before, nor had he ever been this close to anyone. He thought that touching someone would make him nauseous or uncontrollable, but when he accidentally touched her soft, fragrant lips, He Ji's scalp tingled.
He just froze, and a heat surged from behind him.
He seemed unaware of what would happen next. Reason told him to refuse, but a hidden excitement made him tremble.
The girl's lips were excessively soft, and her exhaled breath carried a rich fragrance. The warm, sweet breath was incredibly alluring.
There was no longer any resistance on his back. He Ji got up from his propped position. He looked over and saw that the tall, strong boys were all like souls that had departed their bodies, staring at his direction with stunned, red eyes.
Those who couldn't see from behind were still jeering, uttering vulgar words. Those in front looked dazed, divided into two levels.
The fingers that had been relaxed tightened slightly. His reserved and placid face showed no emotion, but he subtly blocked Shen Yue.
The outcome of the situation seemed different from what he had expected.
The gaze of the boys surrounding the front was too intense. Jiang Wei raised an eyebrow, turned his steps, and looked over.
The cushion was still clean. Shen Yue was lying on the cushion with her upper body. Her school uniform was disheveled. A mole on the bridge of her nose added a touch of captivating allure. Her long eyes were slightly lowered, conveying a sense of pitiable charm. Her bright red, swollen lips were truly kissed hard, ripe and tender. Perhaps it was intentional by He Ji, with the intention of revenge, that he kissed her until she cried.
Compared to Shen Yue's pathetic state, He Ji's clothes were not disheveled at all, which went against Jiang Wei's original intention.