"I'm done," he said.

"Okay," she replied softly.

Xia Yao thought his physique was devastatingly s3xy, yet his face held a youthful innocence, a look specific to his seventeen or eighteen years, fleeting and precious. 

He was so captivating she couldn't bear to look him in the eye, her gaze fixed on the floor. Moments later, he gently tilted her chin up.

"Why are you looking at the floor and not at me?" he asked, puzzled.

Xia Yao's blush deepened. She stepped back, stammering, "You… you're not wearing any clothes…"

Zhou Ye was undeniably handsome, the kind of breathtakingly attractive guy who seemed impossible to pursue. If they weren't classmates, if the circumstances hadn't brought them closer, she would only steal glances at him from afar.

A soft chuckle escaped Zhou Ye's lips. He brushed his thumb across her lips, his voice a low murmur. "Go shower. I'll go downstairs to get a few things."

"Okay," Xia Yao nodded repeatedly, her heart only calming when she heard him leave.

The water in the bathroom was hot. Xia Yao's hair, dampened by the earlier rain, was now thoroughly soaked. 

Wet strands of black hair clung to the curve of her slender, pale waist. The steam from the hot water kissed her delicate skin, leaving a faint blush. 

She glanced down, a lock of hair falling from her shoulder, obscuring her expression. As she stared, the thought of Zhou Ye looking at her this way sent a dizzying wave of heat through her.

She meticulously washed, then dried her hair and wrapped a towel around herself. Stepping out of the bathroom, she noticed a set of dry clothes neatly folded on the dresser, clearly purchased during his quick trip downstairs.

Zhou Ye leaned against the window, scrolling through his phone, the wind ruffling his hair. He had changed into a grey and white tracksuit, his long legs especially noticeable. 

Tall, at 187cm, he was a natural model. He possessed the crisp, upright posture of someone in an honor guard, looking effortlessly stylish no matter what he wore, the kind of presence that drew admiring glances from girls everywhere.

A pang of jealousy hit Xia Yao. She remembered Chen Yuyue, the girl who had confessed her feelings for him at school. She wondered how he had handled that. He seemed so unfazed about tonight, casually looking at his phone…

"Class monitor," Xia Yao called out, her thumbnail nervously scratching her index finger, the skin reddening under the pressure. She couldn't bring herself to ask him to continue what they had started.

Zhou Ye turned, walking towards her. His tall figure cast a shadow over her, and despite his familiarity, there was a sudden, inexplicable intensity in his presence. 

The towel clung to her, revealing nothing yet hinting at everything, a sight that sent the young man's blood racing. He swallowed, realizing he'd put on clothes to avoid pressuring her, but now, standing before her, he wanted to tear them off. 

He had tried to distract himself with his phone, but the words on the screen had blurred. He was just pretending, increasingly aware of his own charade.

The room was silent. Two shadows, elongated by the lamplight, intertwined on the floor. Yet, from another angle, a small, distinct gap remained between them.

Everything was ready. The young man lowered his head and gently kissed her soft lips. His touch was reverent, infinitely tenderer than their previous, less measured kiss. 

He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer. She yielded to his embrace, their bodies pressing together as they kissed in the warm glow of the hotel room. His fingers traced the curve of her back, strands of her silken, black hair wrapping around them.

Every last shred of resistance crumbled. Zhou Ye reached behind her and untied the towel. The white fabric pooled softly at her ankles, and her legs began to tremble.

"Mmm..."

Their kiss had broken off without either of them noticing. Zhou Ye, his face close to hers, watched her every move, his right hand slowly stroking between her legs. Xia Yao's face burned crimson. 

Her lips were pressed tightly together, her glistening eyes falling shut, unable to meet his gaze. Her legs felt weak.

Through the gap between her thighs, she could see his three fingers pressed together, exploring her most intimate place. Sometimes, only his middle finger remained, nestled in that narrow space, rubbing against her delicate folds. Coated with her slick ar0usal, his fingertips gleamed, reflecting the light in that secret, hidden place.

Xia Yao had never experienced anything like this. Her body felt electrified. The simple touch of Zhou Ye's hand sent shivers through her, a tingling warmth spreading all the way to her toes.