Qiao Li gave him a questioning look, and he felt compelled to confess, as if caught in a truth lasso. "You know, on the subway… with that creepy guy… I… well, I had nothing else to do, so I thought I'd walk you home."

The words hung in the air, and he realized how they sounded. Wasn't this stalking? It sounded so creepy! And to Qiao Li, he was a stranger. He had no reason to want to protect her. No matter how he explained it, he'd sound like a p3rvert!

His mind raced, but Qiao Li seemed oblivious. Relaxed by the alcohol, she simply followed his train of thought. 

"Are you always this chivalrous?"

Her eyes, bright after the beer, sparkled, and her cheeks were flushed. The allure she usually kept restrained now bloomed fully, every gesture captivating.

Feng Yi was overwhelmed. His mouth moved on its own. "N-no. Because… you're my goddess."

His words made Qiao Li pause. She raised an eyebrow, her beautiful eyes widening slightly, her expression playfully innocent.

Under the full force of his goddess's charm, Feng Yi felt dizzy, wanting to lay the world at her feet.

"Why? Because I'm pretty?" she laughed.

Feng Yi's cheeks burned. He felt lightheaded, the urge to flee rising within him. He picked at the grass and nodded dumbly.

Qiao Li chuckled and shook her head. "They say men are all about looks and figures. Then why did my boyfriend dump me for a woman who's not as pretty or as… well-endowed as me?" 

She took a swig of beer, the smile still on her face but unable to mask the confusion and sadness in her eyes.

The heat instantly drained from Feng Yi’s face. His heart ached for her. He cursed his lack of experience in comforting people. After a long pause, he managed, "Don't be sad."

Qiao Li turned to him. His expression was earnest, his eyes filled with concern and compassion. He genuinely wanted her to feel better.

Strangely, she found herself comforted. She tried to see his expression more clearly, leaning closer.

Feng Yi startled, her face so close to his. Any concern or pity vanished, replaced by a volcanic eruption of shyness and excitement.

It was a strange sensation, his chest feeling full, soft, tingling, and throbbing with an almost unbearable joy that threatened to spill over.

No wonder they described the feeling with butterflies in your stomach.

Qiao Li studied him closely. Youthful, nervous, his eyes openly expressing a burning adoration.

She crooked her finger, and Feng Yi, mesmerized, leaned his head closer.

It was a strange and wonderful experience, and she didn't mind deepening it. She cupped his chin and kissed him.

His lips were incredibly soft, like cotton, like jelly. He was even trembling slightly.

The kiss was brief, but to Feng Yi, it felt like an eternity. The mere thought of it made him almost faint with happiness. He stumbled towards her, nearly tripping over his own feet.

Simultaneously, he berated himself. Qiao Li was drunk and unguarded. Wasn't this taking advantage of her?

Lost in thought, he reached her side. When she didn't lead him upstairs, a wave of cold water washed over him, extinguishing his joy.

Qiao Li tilted her head towards the corner. "There's a convenience store over there."

"Huh?" Feng Yi didn't understand. Did she want him to buy snacks or drinks?

Qiao Li laughed at his confused, innocent expression. "What? Do you have c0ndoms on you?"

The world seemed to crumble around him.

Condoms?!

She wanted to… to… do it with him?! His limited experience prevented him from fully processing the implications, leaving him staring at her full, soft, red lips, unable to believe those words had come from her mouth.

He stumbled back, his lower back hitting the stair railing.

A teenage boy’s energy is boundless. Intense emotions like excitement, fear, and joy often manifest themselves physically.

He had an er3ction.

His heart pounded. He felt his unruly member rise quickly, straining against his underwear, creating a noticeable tent in his pants.

Beyond the shame and shock, he felt a surge of unfamiliar pleasure and excitement.

"Oh, oh, I'll go," he stammered, tugging at his loose white t-shirt and hurrying towards the convenience store, his gait awkward and hurried. He took a long stride, forgetting his current state, and nearly fell. He regained his balance, clutching his shirt, and continued his strange, stiff-legged journey towards the store.