She didn't tan easily, but she was prone to sunburn. Despite being sprayed with sunscreen by her classmates in the morning, her small face was still sun-kissed and red.

Zhou Ye ran 2000 meters in the morning, and Xia Yao stood by, witnessing even the favored track and field athlete being lapped by half a circle.

Their training and natural physical conditions were on entirely different levels; the gap was evident.

After Zhou Ye crossed the finish line, cheers erupted around him. The PE teacher informed him of his pace, and he had set a new record that day.

Resisting the urge to wipe his sweat, Zhou Ye caught sight of his petite girlfriend struggling to get through the crowd with a water bottle, out of the corner of his eye, past the classmates eager to offer him water and towels.

Xia Yao could deliver water to anyone but Zhou Ye; he had such a way of rallying the class's spirits that everyone wanted to be near him. At times like these, she couldn't get close to him.

She figured he wouldn't need her anyway, so she gave up and turned her attention to the direction of the broadcast.

On the field, boys were running under the scorching sun, looking like zombies. The announcer was reading the freshly written script, cheering on the athletes still pushing to finish the race.

Her attention was drawn to the boys still striving to complete the race until someone grabbed her wrist. It was Zhou Ye, searching for a towel to wipe his sweat.

The young man lowered his head in front of her, nudging her hand with his forehead. She quickly focused and took the initiative to wipe the sweat from his face.

Seeing his slightly displeased expression, she whispered, "Zhou Ye, congratulations on taking first place."

"Do I have to run until I'm half-dead like them for you to look at me?"

As he spoke, he stared at her intently. Xia Yao saw a strong sense of possession and intensity in his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

She averted her gaze, not daring to meet his eyes, only looking at his neck.

There were far too many people focused on Zhou Ye right now—not just from their class, but girls from other classes too. Everyone was talking about him, and she didn't want to become a spectacle herself.

"Have some water." Xia Yao handed him the water bottle with a sense of restraint, but Zhou Ye kept his eyes fixed on her as he drank.

His Adam's apple moved with each swallow, a bead of sweat tracing the prominent line before rolling down.

Xia Yao dared not look any longer; the image made her mind wander to other thoughts.

When he had pinned her beneath him, amidst the rising tide of passion, she occasionally glimpsed the sweat on his body.

After taking a few sips, Zhou Ye handed the bottle back to her. He heard a boy from their class, with whom he got along well, teasing him from behind.

"The class president only drinks water handed to him by Xia Yao."

Zhou Ye felt like this had happened back in middle school too, and he suddenly felt his IQ being dragged down by these guys. He grabbed an empty water bottle and threw it directly at them.

"Are you sick? It's my water bottle she brought."

"Then how did your water bottle end up in her hands?"

The crowd started to jeer. Xia Yao noticed many eyes on her, and she felt unbearably hot.

She took the water bottle from Zhou Ye, handed him the towel to wipe himself, and softly told him she needed to get back to work. As she tried to leave, Zhou Ye suddenly grabbed her.

"Wait for me at the handwashing area downstairs after lunch."

His voice was low, whispered directly into her ear. Before she could react, he draped his used towel around her neck and casually touched her waist.

***

The weather was hot, and the sun grew fiercer by noon, but a row of towering trees near the handwashing area by the teaching building cast a shade that blocked both the sunlight and prying eyes.

Xia Yao was pinned against the wall, almost entirely shielded by Zhou Ye.

She squirmed and struggled, her cheeks flushed, the skin behind her ears a deep red. Her tongue couldn't hide as he licked and occasionally sucked on it with his lips.

The moist sounds from their mouths filled the quiet of the school during lunch break, accompanied only by the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the occasional cicada song.

His hot breath brushed against her face, mixing with the scorching air around them as she breathed it in.

At first, Xia Yao thought Zhou Ye just wanted some alone time with her, perhaps a hug and some kisses, but his kisses grew increasingly intense.

His hands squeezed her br3asts through her clothes, then slipped inside her underwear, molding her soft flesh into different shapes.

Eventually, he seemed to lose control, unable to stop. The hardness pressing against her belly suggested he wanted to make love to her right there.

Xia Yao was scared and tried to escape, but Zhou Ye pulled her back, pinning her spine against the wall with a dominating force.

His breathing grew heavier as he pulled her school pants down to her thighs. His long-fingered hand reached her private area, slowly rubbing.

Zhou Ye's index and middle fingers traced her slit through the wet fabric of her panties, teasing her sensitive spot.

He would occasionally curl his fingers, scratching at her cl1t with his fingertips. With a bit more pressure, he could hear her trying to suppress her moans.

Her legs trembled slightly, and she was terrified. In a small voice, she said, "Zhou Ye, not here..."

"Don't be scared. There are no classes today; no one will come to the science building."

He pressed himself tightly against her, his school pants tenting in front. Xia Yao's face was so red it looked like it might bleed.

His voice was slightly hoarse at that moment, but it was always like that—a tone that made it feel like they were in bed together, no matter when you heard it.

He seemed unaware that the magnetic quality in his voice, especially at the end of his sentences, was the same as when he spoke to her after climaxing—low and sexy. That's why so many girls talked about how his voice made their knees weak.