He released his hand from pinching the girl's nose and turned to caress her fair face, applying a bit of force as he rubbed.
The roughness of his fingertips chafed her skin, causing Shen Yue to squint groggily. Her small face flinched, but she didn't pull away. She had to grab his hand, complaining softly and timidly.
"Be a little gentler…"
Wei Jingzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly withdrew his hand. His breathing became heavy and rapid. He swallowed, his voice hoarse, and said blankly, "Ten minutes are up."
Rubbing her tired eyes, Shen Yue was still sleepy. She drowsily rested her head on the man's shoulder. Her soft hair brushed against his neck, tickling him and making his entire body tingle.
Wei Jingzhou stiffened, standing there like a fool, at a loss.
He suddenly pulled the girl up and hurried her to the far corner of a bookshelf.
His large hand gripped her slender shoulders, pinning her against the wall. His Adam's apple bobbed, and one hand lifted her face. He turned and leaned towards Shen Yue.
She was forced to tip-toe, her small legs trembling. Her thin eyelids began to redden again, a delicate blush of shyness spreading across her smooth, fair cheeks. The faint breath she exhaled was sweet, making him parched.
Shen Yue was thin and pale. Now, covered by the man's shadow, she was completely hidden, not even a strand of hair exposed.
As Wei Jingzhou's nose neared, the scent surged into his nostrils, making his heart race for a few seconds.
His eyes filled with adoration. He lowered his head, stretching his neck, and urgently, eagerly, he suckled Shen Yue's soft lips, licking and nibbling.
His hot breath sprayed onto Shen Yue's face, making her already hot cheeks even hotter. The faint mint scent emanated from the man, cool and pleasant.
Her lower lip ached. It had barely healed before he licked it open again.
In the dead of winter, sweat broke out on the man's forehead. His large hand cupped the back of the girl's neck, caressing it intimately.
Her nape itched, and Shen Yue shrank her shoulders. Her tongue felt numb, her chin sticky, and her lips were puckered red.
Shen Yue felt uncomfortable being kissed. She turned her head, and the man immediately stretched his neck to follow, clinging to her, relentlessly pursuing.
Her neck was tightly held by his large hand, leaving her unable to move.
Her red, swollen lips were covered by the girl's hands. The corners of her eyes were as red as if painted with rouge. Her long, thick lashes were adorned with shimmering teardrops.
The man coaxed in a low voice, "Let me see if it's bleeding, my dear."
After much coaxing, the girl dared to lower her hands. Wei Jingzhou wiped away the saliva from her mouth, his breath heavy. She instinctively flinched backward.
Wei Jingzhou's large, rough palm pressed against the back of the girl's head, murmuring a low reassurance, "I'll just take a look, that's all."
Only after his repeated assurances did the girl's body relax slightly.
He lowered his head to look. As soon as he got close, he smelled the fragrance. He bit his own tongue and reached out to touch her incredibly soft lower lip. It wasn't bleeding, but the skin was broken. The blood had likely already been licked clean.
Her earlobes burned red. The man went back on his word, stretching his neck, gasping for breath, and pursued her again.
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The willow tree, covered in frost and snow, was adorned with rime, like silver threads hanging from the branches.
The breath of pedestrians turned into wisps of white smoke. The weather was so cold that the lake water had frozen thick.
The classroom had heating, but prolonged exposure made one's head dizzy.
Zhuang Wan'er was looking down, texting someone. Her smile never left her face.
Shen Yue was also looking down, taking notes. Zhuang Wan'er, sitting beside her, suddenly stared at her for a long time, her gaze peculiar.
Taking a moment, Shen Yue glanced at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhuang Wan'er lowered her voice and whispered, "Are you coming down with something recently? Your lips are all swollen. It feels like they've been swollen for days."
The fingers holding the pen paused. Shen Yue didn't look at her, merely replied with a faint "Mm," "I am a bit unwell."
The university professor's lecture was dull and tedious, with many students looking down and doing their own things.
As soon as the class ended, everyone regained their energy.
The cold wind outside stung Shen Yue's face as she buried the lower half of her face in her scarf. Her fluffy earmuffs protected her ears well.
Zhuang Wan'er also feared the cold. Usually, she would put her hands in her coat pockets or tuck them into her sleeves when outside. But now, she was still texting, her fingers frozen red.
Having been looking at her phone for the entire class, Shen Yue grew curious. "Who are you texting? You seem so happy."
Zhuang Wan'er touched her lips, her smile undiminished. "Is it that obvious?"
Very obvious.
Shen Yue nodded earnestly.
Perhaps thinking of something happy, Zhuang Wan'er let out a chuckle and said to the bewildered girl, "I think I might be in love."
This shocked Shen Yue even more. She widened her beautiful, clear eyes, looking genuinely surprised. "Is it that sudden? I haven't heard you mention anyone before."
"I only realized it recently myself." Zhuang Wan'er's face turned red, whether from shyness or the cold wind. "It's all because of some misunderstandings, and the more we communicate, the more I feel he suits my taste."
Zhuang Wan'er had never been in a relationship. She was a rather conservative person, with youthful fantasies, and a discerning eye.
This piqued Shen Yue's curiosity. She curved her brows and teased, "Would you be willing to reveal who this divine being is?"
Zhuang Wan'er faltered, turning to look at the girl beside her. Her small face was snow-white, her features exquisitely delicate, as if drawn with the finest brushstrokes. A faint clarity and purity emanated from her brows.
When she smiled like this, her eyes curved into crescents, like a water lily that had quietly bloomed after a summer rain, holding glistening dewdrops.
She was a sight that brought joy.
Her fingers fiddled uncomfortably with her phone. Zhuang Wan'er's smile faded slightly, and she replied vaguely, "You'll know eventually."
Shen Yue nudged her gently with her shoulder. "Are you feeling shy?"
"No," Zhuang Wan'er said, touching her hair self-consciously. "We just haven't confirmed our relationship yet."
Shen Yue could tell she didn't want to talk about it, so she changed the subject. Zhuang Wan'er's smile then became more genuine.
Zhuang Wan'er suggested eating hot pot, and Shen Yue agreed. The two ate heartily, feeling warm all over.
Midway, Shen Yue went to the restroom. On her way back, she saw a familiar person.
The boy was being pestered by someone, talking about something. He frowned, looking impatient, and said something to the person next to him, who then chuckled and egged him on.
Shen Yue wanted to pretend not to see him and leave, but he saw her. His eyes instantly lit up. He pushed the person in front of him aside and quickly stepped in front of her.