As soon as they returned to the room, the tall young man scooped Xia Yao into his arms and kissed her deeply. Her waist was pressed against the storage cabinet by the door, the edge digging into her uncomfortably, forcing her to brace herself with her hands to steady her body.

Zhou Ye leaned down, his lips pressed against hers, their tongues entwined in a heated dance. Their breaths were hot, and in the silent space, the only sounds were the soft moans of desire and the tender, sucking noises of their kisses.

He reached up to switch on the hallway light, casting a dim yellow glow that stretched the shadows of the furniture around them. Then, he firmly pressed Xia Yao's back, pulling her closer to him.

Xia Yao felt a burning heat; the young man's body was scorching, the thin fabric of their clothes barely separating them. Sweat began to bead on her temples and back.

After kissing her for a while, the veins on his arms bulged prominently. When their lips parted, a silver thread stretched between them. He held her waist, silently gazing at her, his deep-set brows and dark eyes seeming to hold a restrained intensity.

He looked more like a man than a boy, a stark contrast to the one she knew from school.

Silence spread between them. Xia Yao felt a moment of confusion as she looked at his sharp jawline, the atmosphere reminiscent of a movie scene. Her heart clenched and raced wildly.

She stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck and cheeks, and initiated another kiss. Her boyfriend's lips were warm, his tongue incredibly soft, softer than any other part of him.

This action ignited the smoldering passion in the air. Zhou Ye let out a muffled groan, feeling her thumb press against his Adam's apple. He lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bed, tossing her onto the soft mattress.

Xia Yao's back sank into the plush bedding, the momentary weightlessness making her close her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw the young man in front of her pulling off his T-shirt.

His arm muscles tensed and then relaxed as he tossed the shirt aside and began to tug at the drawstring of his sweatpants.

The boy's waist was tight, his abs well-defined and sculpted like marble. His perfect V-line disappeared into his pants, where his er3ction strained against the fabric.

Soon, he pulled down his sweatpants and underwear together, his er3ction springing free, hard and robust, glistening with pre-cum at the tip.

Streams of fluid trickled down the blue veins along his shaft, as if he had a reservoir of s3men ready to release.

Zhou Ye stripped off all his clothes in less than a minute.

Xia Yao swallowed, feeling inexplicably nervous. She feared the size of him might hurt her, and her legs instinctively closed tighter.

"Class... Class president..."

She called him by that title, a reflex. In the midst of their passionate haze, she momentarily regained her composure, overwhelmed by his impressive size.

Zhou Ye gripped his er3ction, stroking it up and down, the foreskin moving with each motion.

His fingers seemed incongruous with the crude, beastly thing they held—one was clean and aesthetically pleasing, the other raw and primal.

He knelt on the bed, his arms positioned beside her, the overwhelming presence of his masculinity enveloping her.

"Baby, your pvssy was so wet outside earlier."

His voice was deep and serious, yet its timbre was undeniably arousing.

His hand went straight to her pvssy, confidently rubbing her cl1t with his thumb.

Xia Yao's cheeks flushed, her throat emitting kitten-like moans as she writhed beneath her n4ked boyfriend.

Though she was still clothed, her legs were shamelessly spread into an M-shape. Her intimate area, rubbed only a few times, had already soaked through her pants, the fabric a darker shade.

Zhou Ye soon pulled off her pants, leaving her underwear clinging to her pale skin.

He leaned down, using his fingernail to tease her slit, causing her lower abdomen to twitch slightly.

"Why so much wetness?"

The room was dimly lit by the hallway light, making the bed area quite dark, not bright enough to read by. Looking at his face was like peering through a haze, but the sharp lines of his jaw and neck were clear and crisp.

Xia Yao's lips parted, gasping for air several times, her body trembling with a mix of fear and innocence.

"Mmm..." She didn't know what she was responding to, her voice tinged with a hint of a sob.

Zhou Ye was aroused by her reaction, his er3ction twitching, though he appeared calm on the surface.

"Can I put my c0ck inside you? It should feel good for you." He teased her cl1t over her underwear, his touch light and suggestive.

Xia Yao shyly lowered her eyelids, her clear eyes hidden behind curled lashes, glistening with desire.

"...Okay."

The thought of spending the entire night in the same room with him, doing these things, made her heart race uncontrollably, nearly to the point of breathlessness.