The man's fingers caressed the skin of Song Xinya's waist. His touch was cool, and the thin calluses on his fingertips rubbed slowly and skillfully from the side of her waist to the center of her lower back.
The rough friction sparked tendrils of electricity that darted wildly across her smooth, fair skin.
The summer night was already warm, but right now the surrounding air felt scorching hot, as if on fire.
Cars sped past on the nearby highway from time to time. The honking of horns, the rumble of tires on the pavement, and the chirping of cicadas in the branches intertwined to form a noisy summer night.
In the small grove, Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe stood behind a thick tree trunk. Their ears selectively tuned out all the surrounding noise, hearing none of it. An absolute vacuum formed between them, leaving only the sound of each other's heavy breathing.
The atmosphere was thick.
Breaths were hurried.
Desire surged.
Feeling a wet, tingling touch on her pale, delicate neck, Song Xinya instinctively shrank back, dodging to the side.
What met her instead was his even more dominant control. His lips no longer touched her lightly; they pressed firmly against her neck.
Soft lips and scorching breath crushed together against the sensitive skin of her neck.
"Qin Yuhe..."
She called his name with a trembling voice, soft and weak, carrying a hint of begging.
"Qin Yuhe..."
Her hands resting against the tree trunk dug in, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in the bark.
"Qin Yuhe..."
Unable to bear it, she tilted her head back, revealing the graceful line of her neck, her bright red lips parting slightly.
"Qin Yuhe..."
Her soft voice trembled at the end of each note, each call softer, more delicate, and more enchanting than the last.
The hand enveloped by the fabric of her dress wandered upward along her graceful waistline.
Qin Yuhe's lips kissed her neck, the breath of his words spilling from where their skin touched.
"Darling, you sound so beautiful when you call me."
Many people had called his name, but he had never heard anyone say it more beautifully than her.
He opened his mouth to take her ear in, biting gently on her earlobe as he commanded, "Call it again."
The man's deep, magnetic voice drilled into her ear and landed on her eardrum.
Song Xinya couldn't tell exactly where she itched, because every part of her body felt it.
Her heart beat like a drum.
"Qin Yuhe..."
"You..."
"Are so good at playing the tickling game."
Qin Yuhe laughed lazily, his voice flirtatious and charming: "Is that so? I haven't even done anything yet."
Confusion flickered in Song Xinya's watery eyes: "Then why do I feel an itch?"
Qin Yuhe: "Where does it itch?"
Song Xinya: "My heart. My heart feels like it's being licked by countless little kittens' tongues."
Qin Yuhe: "Why does it itch?"
Song Xinya: "Because..."
With her current deeply intoxicated brain, she couldn't clearly describe why.
"I don't know."
Qin Yuhe coaxed her, "Let me help you scratch the itch, okay?"
Song Xinya felt as if ants were gnawing all over her body, and she replied eagerly, "Yes, I want it, I want it."
Qin Yuhe reached out and lifted her dress.
The night wind howled over, carrying a wave of heat that struck her tender, exposed skin, making her let out a soft moan.
The leaves above rustled, masking and hiding the faint sounds the woman made.
The darkness acted like a giant fig leaf, covering everything happening in the little grove.
The girl, her face flushed red, leaned obediently against the tree trunk.
The man stood behind her, holding her affectionately, his tall figure firmly enveloping her.
Even at a time like this, he still maintained his bedroom virtues, not resorting to selfish roughness and brutality, but earnestly giving her foreplay.
On the highway ahead, a van drove over and came to a sudden halt. The two large headlights on the front shone brightly into the grove.
The glaring light hit Song Xinya's eyes.
She let out a soft hum through her nose and squeezed her eyes shut.
Qin Yuhe's palm covered her eyes.
His fingers, which had been exploring under her dress, withdrew swiftly.
His hand over her eyes pressed her backward.
Her slender back crashed into his chest as he held her tightly.
Song Xinya had not yet realized what was happening and opened her lips to speak: "Qin..."
"Shh, don't make a sound," Qin Yuhe leaned his head forward, bending down to press his cheek against hers, his voice kept very low: "Someone is here."
Song Xinya parted two of Qin Yuhe's fingers and looked forward through the gap.
The door of the van opened, and a burly man stepped out.
He walked straight toward the grove.
Song Xinya was extremely nervous. The hand gripping Qin Yuhe's fingers tightened.
Her nails dug into his flesh.
Qin Yuhe turned his face slightly, his pale red lips lightly brushing against her soft, white cheek.
"Relax, you're too tense."
Song Xinya stared ahead in panic: "Th-th-that man is walking toward us."
Qin Yuhe was calm and composed, his tone as plain as water: "Song Xinya, what are you afraid of?"
Song Xinya: "Afraid, afraid, afraid, I'm afraid..."
Right, what was she afraid of?
She was married to him; they weren't having an illicit affair.
Well, okay, they were kind of messing around.
What decent married couple sneaks into a grove in the middle of the night?
It was too embarrassing to even say out loud.
Although Qin Yuhe hadn't taken her to the final step yet, just the intention of doing it outdoors was enough to make one blush.
The man ahead was making a beeline toward Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe.
The footsteps grew clearer.
Song Xinya grew more and more nervous.
She grabbed Qin Yuhe's fingers and squeezed them hard, closing the gap she had parted.
Her vision went completely dark, unable to see anything.
Sure enough, she felt less nervous.
Playing the ostrich really works, hehe.
The man walked right past Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe without pausing for a moment.
The footsteps faded away.
The thick tree trunk shielded the two of them, and combined with the pitch-black night, the man didn't see them.
Song Xinya pried Qin Yuhe's fingers open again and peeked through the gap.
She spoke in a whisper, her tiny voice floating weakly: "Qin Yuhe, let's go."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind them.
"Baby, I've missed you to death. You cruel woman, how many days has it been since we last saw each other? Come here and show me some love..."
"Ah... be gentle... are you a dog?"
Immediately following were a series of heavy panting sounds that would make anyone blush.
Even the groggy Song Xinya knew exactly what was happening.
However, she felt a little puzzled.
Compared to her and Qin Yuhe, the other couple's process was missing a step.
The other two just started taking the test right away.
Why was there no pre-class review?
For her and Qin Yuhe, the pre-class review was always exceptionally long.
Behind them, the voices of the man and woman rang out again.
Woman: "Oh, be careful, don't leave marks. What if he sees them?"
Man: "Who does it better, him or me? Is he as amazing as I am? That idiot, besides having brute strength, what does he know about loving a woman? If it weren't for me, would you even know this could feel so good?"
Woman: "Don't even bring up that idiot. How could he ever compare to you? He's a total log, completely clueless and boring as hell. All he knows is brute force, entirely wasting all that strength of his... Useless trash... There's no way he can compare to your endless repertoire of moves..."
