Zhong Cheng still showed some restraint, whether it was during their commutes to and from school or while doing homework at night. He would hold her, occasionally letting his hands wander over her waist or teasing her with kisses, but he never went overboard to the point where she couldn't focus on anything else.

Zhong Cheng's indulgence usually came after they finished their homework.

At those times, he was no different from Qin Zezhou or Zhong Lin, perhaps even more reckless. He would pin her down, kissing her over and over, grinding against her legs and even her behind, probing her entrance with his thick shaft, spreading her open, pressing against her, entwining in passion.

The last few days of the semester passed in their restrained yet indulgent intimacy.

Winter break arrived.

During the first three days of the break, Zhong Cheng and Jiang Yi stayed at home, where he tutored her.

He was the best tutor imaginable, seemingly omnipotent, adept at explaining concepts and problems in the most gentle and clever ways, making everything clear and easy to understand.

Yet, he was also the most unruly tutor, insisting she sit on his lap to study, holding her firmly in place until they finished a lesson or a test, then kissing her passionately, claiming it as a reward.

Three more days passed in their sticky closeness, and on the fourth day, Zhong Cheng had to go abroad to visit his mother.

The night before he left, he nibbled on her earlobe and asked, "Want to come with me?"

Jiang Yi shook her head, declining.

What would that be? She barely had a stepsibling relationship with Zhong Cheng, but she had no connection at all with his mother. The daughter of a new wife meeting the ex-wife? The thought alone was awkward.

Moreover, Zhong Cheng was going abroad to reunite with his mother. Her tagging along as an outsider... it wouldn't be right.

Seeing her lost in thought with a blank expression, Zhong Cheng gently bit her earlobe.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

"Nothing."

Even if she had been thinking, she couldn't continue, because the next second, Zhong Cheng scooped her up and carried her straight to the bed, tossing her onto it.

"Help me take off my pants," he said, looking down at Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi got up on her knees on the bed and reached for his pants.

She didn't know what Zhong Cheng's particular fetish was, but he especially liked making her undress him.

Unless he was too impatient and did it himself roughly, he enjoyed ordering her to do it when his desire was not too intense.

Jiang Yi had done this several times, and logically, she should have been used to it by now, but she just couldn't get accustomed to it. Every time she undressed him, her cheeks would flush red and her heart would race, even before anything else happened.

Having her undress him was more embarrassing than him undressing her!

As she pulled down his underwear, Jiang Yi saw his hipbones, his flat and firm abdomen, and below, the thick, erect shaft nestled among his light pubic hair.

The shaft twitched twice, and her heart seemed to follow suit.

She withdrew her hand from his underwear and averted her gaze.

But Zhong Cheng thrust forward, the tip of his shaft brushing against her cheek.

"Suck it," he said, his usually cool and clear voice now husky with desire, a flush coloring his normally indifferent features.

Trembling, Jiang Yi opened her mouth, her lips encircling the head of his shaft. As she looked up at him, her innocent, watery eyes reflected his image, her heart pounding wildly.

Not only was Jiang Yi affected, but Zhong Cheng felt the impact too.

Seeing her look at him with such a pitiful, adorable expression, her red lips wrapped around him, her mouth stretched by his shaft, radiating innocence and allure.

Her gaze stirred his desire again, sending a rush of excitement to his abdomen, his shaft twitching and growing even larger.

Unable to resist, he placed his hands on the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair, pressing her down onto him.

His shaft slid into her soft mouth, tight and warm. He watched intently as it entered her, her cheeks bulging with his shaft.

So beautiful!

A wave of pleasure surged from his shaft, a hot stream bursting from within.

He held her head, slowly thrusting.

Her cheeks puffed and deflated with each thrust and withdrawal of his shaft.

He couldn't help but push deeper, wanting to fill her completely, to break her!

Zhong Cheng's movements grew faster, pushing deeper without realizing it.

"Mmm... cough... cough..."

One thrust hit the back of her throat, and after a few more, Jiang Yi started coughing violently, looking very uncomfortable.

Zhong Cheng quickly pulled out, a flash of panic crossing his mind as he hurried to help her.

Jiang Yi's head was lifted, and Zhong Cheng saw her red lips, still glistening with saliva. Her eyes were also red, not from crying but from the physiological tears that came from coughing.

She looked so vulnerable, making him want to hold her and cherish her.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

Jiang Yi nodded, her chin wrinkling pitifully. "It hit my throat, it was too deep..."

Zhong Cheng's thoughts went to her sensitivity, wondering how she would handle it if he fully entered her. He looked at her for a moment, then softened, gently wiping her lips with his fingertips.