The rumbling subway roared past. Zhou Ye, gripping his skateboard, looked down at the small bag of candy in her hand, his gaze softening. He took it from her, slipping it into his pocket. "I'll take these. Thank you." He watched as she kept her head down. "Don't always look down," he said. "People probably love to look into your eyes. They're beautiful."
She blinked, then looked up at him, a little dazed. The moment their eyes met, he felt a jolt. It was hard to describe, like warm golden sunlight melting winter snow in a forest. His heart began to pound. His expression shifted, and he turned away, unable to hold her gaze.
He was back where he started. He tried to avoid her, to go around her, but a simple word, a casual smile, and his resistance crumbled.
"I'm home," Xia Yao said, pointing to the apartment complex ahead. She glanced at the boy's slender profile. "Class President, you can stop here. You should go back."
He gave her a quick, subdued glance and hummed in agreement, lifting a hand in farewell.
"See you at school."
"Yeah, see you."
He set down his skateboard, pushed off, and glided away, the distance between them growing. Xia Yao lowered her hand, clutching the plastic bag. She watched him go, her lips pressed together, aware of the beating of her own heart. The dry warmth of his hand lingered on her face. His shoulders were broad, his presence radiating a sense of security. The way his hand had covered her eyes, it had felt like he was about to pull her into an embrace. The accidental misunderstanding, remembering it now, still made her heart flutter.
It was around then that Xia Yao realized someone new had entered her world. He was different from everyone else. Even in a crowd, she could spot him instantly. He was like the warmest sunlight, a bright and gentle boy.
***
She’d been sitting in the bathroom for a long time, unable to go. Finally, flushed, she opened the door. She was about to leave when she saw him, still waiting there. Seeing her boyfriend leaning against the wall, her already red face deepened in color.
"Why are you still here?" She'd been worried he'd hear her, which was why she couldn't go. Now, seeing him standing right there, she was speechless. Didn't he mind? Why did she find this so embarrassing?
Zhou Ye pulled her into his arms the moment she stepped out. "I was waiting for you," he murmured, his voice a low, sensual rumble. He didn't sound impatient, and Xia Yao certainly didn't feel any urgency from him.
"Oh." She started to suggest they go back to her room, but he lifted one of her legs, and something hard and thick pressed against her. Her voice caught in her throat, her face burning. She instinctively tried to push him away, but he was relentlessly dominant. With her pushing against him, his hard c0ck slid deeper inside her.
"Mmm..." Her hands landed on his shoulders, her legs trembling. Standing like this, being taken, she almost lost her balance.
"You didn't go, did you?" His chest vibrated as he spoke. Clinging to him, she couldn't see his face, only his strong arms. One arm held the back of her knee, keeping her in place. As he spoke, he began thrusting inside her.
Caught completely off guard, Xia Yao’s legs quivered. As the pleasure intensified, her moans grew louder. He hadn't given her any warning, and it felt almost like she was being taken by force. She hadn’t had time to adjust mentally. There was a strange thrill to it, a feeling she couldn't quite define as pleasure or discomfort.
The gentle boy from her memories was now here, in the bathroom doorway, fvcking her. They had reached this level of intimacy, though they had only recently become intimate in this way.