In the afternoon, just the memory of their tryst made Xia Yao's entire body feel weak. Everyone was at school to study diligently, yet there she was, pulling down her panties, bending over the toilet tank, and letting her boyfriend yank down his pants to take her from behind with his thick c0ck.

Her thighs were still sticky, and the tingling sensation from the friction made her want to squeeze her legs together. Xia Yao realized she truly enjoyed gradually getting closer to him like this, and she loved how her body was needed by him in this way. When his breathing grew ragged and out of control during their lovemaking, she felt as though she could see the imprint she left on his heart.

As the school day neared its end, the homeroom teacher came to the classroom to announce that the summer sports meet would start next week. He encouraged everyone to sign up enthusiastically and to talk to the sports committee member or class president if interested.

Immediately, someone approached Zhou Ye to ask which events he planned to join. Zhou Ye's athletic prowess was well-known; he had been scouted by professionals in his youth, and even now, his family hired retired national team coaches for him. These were merely hobbies cultivated for his interest, with no pressure to achieve specific results. His excellence wasn't due to any single outstanding trait but rather a well-rounded balance across all areas.

He was calm, experienced, and had a big heart; he loved sports. An ordinary family couldn't raise someone like him, as various factors always limit what parents can expose their children to. It was this unattainable freedom that shaped him.

He was her class president, Zhou Ye.

As Xia Yao listened to the teacher, she scribbled Chinese language questions while carefully writing his name in the margin. Just looking at those two characters made her heart beat a little faster. It had nothing to do with lvst; it was simply because she thought of him.

***

The living room light wasn't particularly bright as the grandmother and granddaughter sat at the dining table eating. The TV had been turned off early, and the house was quiet. The elderly woman, whose hair was turning white, went to bed around 8 PM, and Xia Yao always adjusted to this elderly schedule.

After dinner, Xia Yao cleared the dishes and prepared to go for a walk with her grandmother before returning home to shower and sleep. But just ten minutes into their walk, her grandmother received a call.

"What? She's bleeding? Okay, okay, don't panic, I'm on my way!"

After hanging up, her grandmother hurriedly pulled Xia Yao back home, packed a large bag, and said with a worried look before leaving, "Your mother's pregnancy is unstable. I need to go to the hospital. Go to bed early tonight and don't be late for school tomorrow."

"Mm-hmm," the girl nodded, watching her grandmother leave.

Her grandmother didn't return home for a week, only calling to tell Xia Yao where money was kept so she could eat out. Her stepmother's pregnancy remained unstable, requiring frequent hospital visits, and her grandmother was often absent, focusing all her attention on the unborn child.

Starting high school and leaving the familiar environment of middle school, Xia Yao struggled to adapt. Her best friend from middle school had moved to another city, and she didn't know anyone in her new class. The unfamiliar faces around her were all close to each other, leaving her unsure how to greet them.

Sitting alone at home in the evenings, she felt the rooms grow vast and silent, devoid of any human warmth. As she did her homework, goosebumps would rise on the back of her neck, and the house felt chilly.

The conversations she wanted to have with her grandmother during their walks were all written in her diary before bed.

At school, someone bullied her. The day before, a group of unknown girls suddenly blocked her path, saying they didn't like her, pulling her hair, and slapping her. As she wrote about it, tears fell, leaving the paper wrinkled and uneven.

The day after being hit, she wrote in her diary: Tomorrow, I must make those boys leave. If they come again, I'll throw stones at them.

But the next day, she added another line to her diary.

—If I get hit again, I'll report it to the class president.

Carefully, she taped a leaf to her diary with clear tape, then buried her face in her arms, tapping her toes on the floor, her legs swinging gently under the table.

Outside, the orange sunset filled the room, the curtains fluttering softly in the breeze, creating a serene atmosphere.

Burying her face completely in her arms, Xia Yao suddenly felt a pang of heartache.