Tiantianquan’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a bright rosy red.
Chen Siyan whispered seductively in her ear, “I promise, if you just give it a try with me, I’ll make you realize that every other guy is just a passing cloud. I’m your true soulmate. I’ll not only make your life sweet, but I’ll make your nights sweeter too.”
His words were scorching and provocative.
His breath was rich and fiery.
His body was hard and solid.
Tiantianquan felt herself stirred, her mind wavering.
Chen Siyan’s palm pressed against her soft waist, his warm hand rubbing and testing, slowly inching upward.
Today, Tiantianquan wasn’t wearing a bra, just a pair of nipple covers.
The moment his palm made contact, the scorching heat cut through her thin tank top, directly striking her sensitive skin.
Tiantianquan shuddered from the jolt.
Chen Siyan’s hoarse voice coaxed her, “Remember that time in the bar bathroom? It’s been so long—don’t you want it again?”
She did.
Tiantianquan was usually busy with work and hadn’t been thinking about it, but now his teasing made her want it.
Chen Siyan was skilled, kneading her with a firm grasp.
“Upstairs?”
A fragmented, soft moan escaped Tiantianquan’s lips.
She had never brought a man back to her place for that.
Her home was her private sanctuary, and not bringing men there was a rule she lived by.
Now, that rule felt like a weakly fenced barrier, battered by the wind, ready to collapse.
Chen Siyan’s hand pushed against that fence again, slipping under her tank top.
Skin against skin, warm and thrilling. Both their bodies were overcome with instinctive pleasure.
Boom—the forbidden fence crumbled.
Tiantianquan parted her lips, ready to say “Yes,” when a bright beam of light struck the two of them.
The mental wall of taboo was rebuilt in an instant, and she shoved him away abruptly.
An electric scooter pulled up, stopping less than a meter from Tiantianquan and Chen Siyan.
A young man stepped off the scooter, slowly undoing his helmet.
Tiantianquan recognized him—he lived in the apartment across from hers.
He had just moved in not long ago.
Though Tiantianquan had a cheerful personality, she wasn’t the type to make friends easily.
For a single young woman living alone, her first thought about a strange adult man wasn’t about making friends—it was self-preservation.
This new neighbor seemed gloomy, and usually, she went out of her way to avoid him.
But tonight, he showed up unexpectedly.
The young man removed his helmet, lowered his head, and headed upstairs.
His heavy footsteps echoed through the silent night.
The atmosphere was perfect. Desire could be sparked in an instant.
But the sudden appearance of the young man was like a bucket of cold water. Tiantianquan’s earlier flames of arousal had already subsided.
She lifted the strap of her tank top back onto her shoulder. “I’m heading up. You go home.”
Chen Siyan knew the perfect moment was gone. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets.
He wasn’t upset about it—a woman had the right to refuse or accept a man, and he respected her choice either way.
Chasing a girl was like sailing against the current: if you don’t move forward, you fall back. Sometimes you advance fifty meters, only for a big wave to push you back a hundred.
Good things take patience; trust that everything unfolds for the best.
Chen Siyan looked at Tiantianquan calmly. “Go on up. I’ll wait here until you get home. Once you’re at your window, wave at me, and then I’ll leave.”
Even a text wouldn’t set his mind at ease—what if she was taken hostage and her phone was used to send the message?
Tiantianquan nodded, said “Okay,” and headed up the stairs.
After a few steps, she turned back to look at Chen Siyan, who was standing at the entrance of the stairwell.
They gazed at each other across the steps.
Tiantianquan said, “Hey, your jacket is still tied around my waist.”
She reached to untie it, but Chen Siyan stopped her, his eyes trailing from her slender ankles up to her straight, pale calves.
“Leave it on. Wear it home. If you take it off, from my angle looking up, I’ll get a clear view of the color of your underwear.”
Tiantianquan snorted, “Tch,” and dug into her small purse, pulling out a Natasha doll. She slapped it right onto Chen Siyan’s face.
The Natasha stuck to his face like a pancake.
“… … … … … … … … …”
Tiantianquan giggled, her footsteps light as she dashed upstairs.
Chen Siyan peeled the pancake-like Natasha off his face.
He looked at the grayish, ugly doll with pink lips and smiled.
He had received a gift from the girl he liked today. He was genuinely thrilled.
Chen Siyan clutched the Natasha doll and stood outside Tiantianquan’s building.
He looked up at the bright moon, the twinkling stars, and the window to her bedroom.
The dark window suddenly lit up. A cute, lively girl leaned on the sill and waved at him.
Chen Siyan stood in the silver moonlight, looking up and smiling as he waved back at the girl upstairs.
Goodnight, baby.
Perhaps everyone who loves without being loved dreams about the one they desire.
Tiantianquan was Chen Siyan’s dream.
In his dreams, she smiled sweetly at him, clung to his arm affectionately, nestled trustingly in his arms, and softly teased him.
In his dreams, she ground against him, each motion intentional, and soon something stirred where they connected. She smiled at him, both sweet and mischievous, and asked, “Chen Siyan, what’s this?” Her ice-cold hand reached into his pants.
Chen Siyan’s body jerked, and he woke up.
He felt regret that the dream hadn’t run its course, yet he feared that if it did, he might not be able to get enough of her.
Loving someone could fill a person with vitality.
Chen Siyan felt like he was back in adolescence. His body craved desire every moment, his dreams filled with unashamed images.
He felt like a helium balloon: even without her doing anything, just thinking about her could make him burst.
After waking, he couldn’t get back to sleep.
He threw off the covers, got up, and sat by the window.
A crisp click—the lighter’s orange flame flared up. The fire licked the cigarette between his lips, and tendrils of gray smoke rose into the air.
After finishing one cigarette, the urge racing through Chen Siyan’s body hadn’t subsided.
He stubbed the butt into the ashtray and headed to the bathroom.
He took care of it himself.
Ahh, that was satisfying.
The next day, Song Xinya was sitting at her office desk when the company door opened and Chen Siyan walked in.
She looked up at him. Something about him seemed different today.
He was radiant, refreshed, his brows relaxed, his complexion particularly good.
Chen Siyan passed by Song Xinya and greeted her in a bright voice, “Morning.”
Song Xinya’s gaze followed him. “Morning.”
Chen Siyan set his backpack on the desk. “Why are you staring at me?”
Song Xinya asked, “What happened last night between you and Tiantianquan?”
Chen Siyan said, “Nothing. I got rejected.”
Song Xinya pressed, “Then why do you look so happy and relaxed today, like you’re walking on sunshine?”
