The warm, moist breath from the woman's words brushed against Qin Yuhe's ear. A crisp, tingling sensation suddenly bloomed across his skin, the touch incredibly vivid.
Qin Yuhe's hands, which were holding Song Xinya's thighs, involuntarily tightened a fraction.
"Ah—" the girl on his back cried out softly and sweetly, her voice like honey dripping from a honeycomb.
"Qin Yuhe, why are you pinching my thighs?"
"I'm not."
Uttering these two words left Qin Yuhe's throat incredibly dry.
"Liar, you pinched my thighs so hard it hurts." Song Xinya was very dissatisfied with his answer, her red lips pouting. "I kiss you, and you pinch me. Why are you repaying my kindness with cruelty?"
Qin Yuhe said, "Did you kiss me? I didn't feel it just now."
Song Xinya: "I did kiss you, I obviously did."
Qin Yuhe asked, "How did you kiss me?"
Song Xinya lowered her head, leaned against his neck, and pressed her petal-soft lips against his skin, giving it another loud smack.
"I kissed you like this."
Qin Yuhe poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, tracing a half-circle that made his jaw bulge slightly, the upward curve of his lips revealing his amusement.
He said, "I still didn't feel it."
Song Xinya looked utterly shocked, her hazy eyes filled with confusion.
Immediately after, she buried her face in his neck and went smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack...
She kissed him until her lips were numb.
"Qin Yuhe, did you feel it this time?"
Qin Yuhe curled his lips and said, "Yeah, I felt it this time."
Song Xinya asked, "Then can you answer me now? Why did you pinch my leg just now?"
Qin Yuhe: "I didn't mean to."
Song Xinya: "Liar, you're still pinching me now, and even harder."
"Ah—my leg, help, I'm being pinched to death."
Song Xinya wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her entire body wriggling around on his back, her fair, tender thighs flailing wildly without any rhythm.
The soft, full, and delicate sensation pressed and rolled back and forth against Qin Yuhe's back.
In the palms of his hands, the smooth, supple texture of her skin rubbed back and forth.
The streetlight shone into Qin Yuhe's eyes; his pupils were as dark as a bottomless ocean.
Above the sea level, the waves roared, churning with the tides of desire.
A young man's arousal is always spontaneous and vigorous; a casual tease was enough to ignite a roaring fire in a man's heart.
Qin Yuhe glanced around and saw a park not far ahead, and within the park, a small grove of trees.
An impulse surged within him to carry her into that grove, pin her against a tree, and ruthlessly "teach her a lesson."
Back in college, there was a hill behind Qin Yuhe's campus completely planted with maple trees.
The school's original intention for planting this maple grove was to give the hardworking students a good place to relax their minds outside of their studies, so that after recovering their energy, they could throw themselves into studying with an even fuller state of mind.
Therefore, the school named this maple grove: The Grove of Progress.
As a result, very few of the students who actually studied hard ever went there. Instead, it was couples of young lovers who, in the dead of night, would eagerly sneak inside.
Privately, the students all called the Grove of Progress: The Hookup Grove.
When Qin Yuhe was in school, he was the student council president, a top student who ranked first in every subject, and a meticulous good boy. His left ventricle held his studies, and his right ventricle held his family's business. He never thought about dating.
Let alone the idea of hooking up in the woods.
Time flew by. So many years after graduation, now, he wanted to.
The things the old Qin Yuhe couldn't understand, the current Qin Yuhe understood perfectly.
Qin Yuhe stared at that pitch-black grove, his gaze deep and dark, as if making a choice.
The woman on his back, oblivious to the danger, was still rubbing against him non-stop.
"Song Xinya..."
His hoarse voice drifted into Song Xinya's ears, and her restless movements paused for a second.
Then she continued to wiggle, not letting it stop her from talking to Qin Yuhe: "What?"
Qin Yuhe: "You..."
Song Xinya's small face flushed red, and she covered her face with her hands, giggling shyly: "Hehehe, you're shameless."
Qin Yuhe: "...I haven't finished speaking."
Song Xinya: "Oh."
Qin Yuhe: "Do you want to go play a game with me in the woods?"
Hearing that they were going to play a game, Song Xinya's sleepiness instantly vanished, and she said happily, "Okay, okay."
Qin Yuhe gritted his teeth slightly, turned his footsteps, and carried Song Xinya toward the grove.
Song Xinya gazed at the woods, her eyes full of excitement: "Qin Yuhe, what game are you taking me to the woods to play?"
Qin Yuhe: "You'll know when we get there."
Song Xinya: "Woohoo—"
She lay on his broad back and stretched out an arm: "Charge, charge, hurry up, I can't wait to play a game with you."
Qin Yuhe: "..."
Suddenly, a sense of guilt for deceiving a fool surfaced in his heart.
In the grove, Song Xinya leaned against a thick tree trunk. Because she couldn't stand steadily, her shoulders were held up by Qin Yuhe.
Her clear, watery eyes reflected the moonlight, bright and shimmering. As her gaze shifted, it rippled with fifty percent seductive charm, and the remaining fifty percent was the innocent naivety of drunkenness.
She urged him: "Qin Yuhe, why aren't you playing the game with me yet?"
Qin Yuhe's pupils shrank: "We'll play, we'll play right now."
He reached out to pull the zipper on the side of her dress at her waist.
The moment his fingers touched her waistline, she giggled sweetly, her soft body swaying like a willow branch as she dodged to the side.
"It tickles. Qin Yuhe, don't touch me."
Qin Yuhe reached out and gripped her slender waist: "If I don't touch you, how do we play this game?"
Song Xinya reached out and scratched his chest twice.
Qin Yuhe: "What are you doing?"
Song Xinya: "Playing a game with you."
Qin Yuhe: "Just scratching twice?"
Song Xinya blinked, thought for a moment, and reached out again, scratching his waist twice.
Qin Yuhe let out a laugh and asked, "What game do you think I'm playing with you?"
Song Xinya: "Tickle monster."
Qin Yuhe smiled again, his deep, dark eyes fixed on her: "If I was going to play tickle monster with you, why would I carry you all the way into the woods to play?"
"Eh—" Song Xinya touched her chin with her finger, looking like she was thinking seriously but couldn't figure it out: "Why?"
Qin Yuhe looked at her silly little appearance, curled his lips, and pinched her cheek: "Turn around and lean against the tree."
Song Xinya: "Why?"
Qin Yuhe: "Are you a book of a hundred thousand whys? You have to ask about everything."
Song Xinya: "Why can't I ask?"
Qin Yuhe held her waist, flipped her around, and pressed her against the tree trunk.
Song Xinya muttered at him: "Qin Yuhe, you're so dumb. Who plays a tickling game facing away? I can't see you, how am I supposed to tickle you?"
"Mmh—" The man's solid chest suddenly pressed against her back, and she let out a soft cry.
The man towered over her, his lean, muscular body covering hers. His scorching breath fell onto her head, and the air was filled with an aggressive sense of danger.
Only Song Xinya was still thinking: "Qin Yuhe, why are you playing the tickling game with me like this?"
Qin Yuhe pulled down the zipper at the side of her waist and slipped his fingers inside, two words falling from his lips.
"Little fool."
