"I can't stand anymore," Xia Yao murmured softly, yearning to lie down somewhere and rest.

Standing now felt as exhausting as it did after a school physical test, when the teacher wouldn't let her sit or squat immediately, leaving her tired and unable to relieve the ache and fatigue in her body.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Zhou Ye buried his face in the crook of her neck, nuzzling her vigorously like he was cuddling a kitten.

His tone was serious and steady, a stark contrast to the intimate acts he was performing. His slender, clean hand moved up and down, long fingers cupping her tender br3asts, pressing and kneading the flesh with every bend of his knuckles.

Her br3asts, heavy against her chest, caused the lower part to sink slightly, while her delicate n1pples perked forward, giving her chest the appearance of an upright teardrop.

It looked tempting to lick.

"I want to sleep," Xia Yao said, her cheeks and ears flushed with a suggestive pink. She had cried earlier, and tear tracks still marred her face, making her look pitiful.

"...Want to sleep?"

Zhou Ye echoed her words.

"Mm, I'm very sleepy."

"Okay."

The young man pressed his face to her neck, kissed her a few times, then picked up the showerhead to rinse her off. As his palms roamed her body, Xia Yao felt an inexplicable shiver. He didn't take advantage of the situation to touch her more intimately, just washed away the sweat from their lovemaking.

When he moved the showerhead lower, he even adjusted the water pressure to be gentler.

Zhou Ye was tender afterward, wrapping her in a towel and drying her off before letting her hold the fabric herself. He then carried her horizontally to the bed outside.

He satisfied her needs first before returning to the bathroom to finish his own shower.

Once in bed, Xia Yao pulled the covers over herself, burrowing into the warmth. After a moment, she reached out to untie the black hair tie, placing it on the nearby sheet.

The room was quiet, the only sound coming from her boyfriend showering in the bathroom. All the light was concentrated in the living room and entryway, leaving her side shrouded in dimness.

A hazy mist clouded Xia Yao's vision, and even in the dim light, the flush on her cheeks was visible.

She realized belatedly that she would be sharing a bed with Zhou Ye tonight, and just moments ago, they had done what needed to be done.

They had made love again...

When she used to secretly like him, a mere brush of his hand would make her heart race and her face flush. Now, such touches were pushing her to her limits.

Her body tingled, her abdomen ached, and her skin was hypersensitive, as if still feeling the touch of his body.

Xia Yao tried to calm herself, but then she heard the water stop in the bathroom.

She froze, focusing all her attention on the sounds behind her. Her boyfriend closed the bathroom door, turned off the light, and his footsteps approached.

The bed dipped beside her, and her heartbeat seemed to sink with it. Her blood boiled, her mind went blank, and her ears buzzed.

...A few seconds later, a hand wrapped around her waist under the covers. Xia Yao felt as if she had been set ablaze; her chest, scalp, and even her toes tingled and curled.

She buried her face in the pillow, a soft moan escaping her throat as her slender, pale fingers clutched the pillow tightly.

"Don't be afraid." Just as she began to relax, his voice whispered in her ear, his husky tone close and intimate.

"Can I hold you?"

Xia Yao felt the heat radiating from her boyfriend's body against her back. He was warm, and likely n4ked.

She was naturally cold, even in summer her hands and feet were icy, and a slight drop in temperature made her want a hot water bottle. Zhou Ye's body temperature was much higher than hers, and when he encircled her from behind, she felt the stark difference.

This person was completely different from her, in every way.

Remembering how he had gripped her body and taken her forcefully, Xia Yao held her breath, sweat beading on her back and forehead from the tension.

"Mm, you can hold me."

She was willing to let him hold her.

To her, holding meant the simplest form of embrace, like holding a blanket or a stuffed animal while sleeping.

But the young man behind her, upon receiving her consent, pressed his entire body against hers. His nose nuzzled and pushed against her neck and shoulder, their n4ked bodies rubbing together.

The lighting was perfect for sleep, dim yet bright enough to illuminate the surroundings. Under the white covers, the two moved in a suggestive dance.

Zhou Ye's hand rested on her waist, occasionally brushing her intimacy, while the other hand reached from below to knead her br3asts, pinching and tugging at her n1pples.

Soon, Xia Yao's face was flushed a deep red, her whole body feeling like it was on fire, her n1pples and lower body burning.

Zhou Ye said nothing, just continued this intimate skin-to-skin contact, his hot breath washing over her neck and behind her ear. He occasionally bit her earlobe, rolling and rubbing it in his mouth.

"What did you eat when you were little?" Zhou Ye asked calmly, genuinely wanting to hold and cherish his girlfriend before dawn.

"Why are your br3asts so big and your waist so slender?"

"Just ate... what Grandma made."

His fingers on her intimacy made her tingle, and she let out a soft pant.

His fingers below were gentle, but her cl1toris was sensitive and easily aroused.

"Grandma must be amazing, raising you so well," he said, pressing his face into her neck. "Can you take me to your house for a meal sometime?"

Xia Yao gripped his wrist where he touched her br3asts, unsure of what to say.

Bringing a boy home would definitely upset her grandmother; it was something she didn't even need to think about.

But she also wanted her boyfriend to feel valued. Maybe in the open environment he grew up in, visiting a girlfriend's home was common.

Her own upbringing was too traditional and closed off to match his.

After a moment's hesitation, Xia Yao said, "If you come, I'm afraid Grandma will be unhappy. She's very strict... Zhou Ye, can I cook for you instead?"

"Mm, I'm not picky." Zhou Ye pressed his forehead against her shoulder and hair, a smile tugging at his lips.

He imagined his little girlfriend in an apron, cooking for him at home. His fingers continued to rub her intimacy, his er3ction pressing against her bvttocks as he sought relief.

The prospect of eating a meal cooked by his future wife clearly delighted him.

Xia Yao wasn't sure if she had calmed him down, but she felt Zhou Ye's persistent touch, her body's sensitive spots slowly awakening again... She had lost count of how many times she had felt the hazy pleasure of s3x tonight.

He always knew how to tease her most sensitive spots.

Zhou Ye's middle finger ventured a bit boldly into her soft, fleshy crevice, immediately feeling the slickness of her arousal.

"Why are you wet again?"

His tone was casual, neither questioning nor suggestive, just a simple inquiry.

Xia Yao lowered her head, her legs instinctively closing a bit, trapping his clean, warm fingers inside. She could feel his pulse beating.

"Because you keep touching me."

He hadn't expected her to answer, and he hugged her tighter, gently biting the soft skin of her neck.

His finger delved into her wet heat, and Xia Yao let out an involuntary moan.

Zhou Ye said nothing more, nor did he tease her further, just moved his finger back and forth inside her, already thoroughly played with that night.

The sound of her arousal soon came from under the covers, the sheets rustling with their movements.

His er3ct member pressed against her from behind, a strong sense of threat, as if he would thrust into her the moment her flesh was wet enough.

Listening to the sounds coming from her own body, Xia Yao buried her face in the pillow, utterly embarrassed.

She still wasn't used to Zhou Ye using that part of him to invade her body in such intimate ways.