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Ning Ye could not even remember how she walked back to the bottom of his apartment building.
As they entered the building, snow had fallen on their hair and shoulders, dampening them with a refreshing coolness.
Her soft, tea-colored hair was stained with melted snow, a few strands clinging to her porcelain-white cheeks, giving her a hazy, radiant beauty.
Whenever Ning Ye came to his house to see the little one in the past, she had always been focused and pure-minded. This time, however, she was incredibly nervous.
They had only been gone for a little over ten minutes, yet returning and gently pushing open his door felt as if... it was the gateway to a whole new world.
She was nervous, yet excited.
She yearned for a different kind of experience.
From behind, Bian Xun's hand reached over her shoulder. His fingertips hooked a few strands of her wet hair, tangling them between his long, well-defined fingers as he guided her to push the door open.
Ning Ye had never considered herself someone with a hand fetish, but Bian Xun's hands were truly beautiful.
Beneath the cold white surface, subtle blue veins surfaced. His fingers looked powerful—pampered, yet possessing a dormant sense of violence.
Ning Ye could not help but swallow softly.
Tension.
Over the past year, she had learned a word that perfectly described Bian Xun.
In truth, eighty percent of his attraction to her was purely physical.
Physical desire was like a delicate seedling breaking through the soil in spring—hard to restrain, vigorously expanding until it became second nature.
And now, that tension was prefixed with sexuality.
Ning Ye could feel his intense hormones at all times.
Bian Xun followed her through the door, and the snowflakes on their bodies gently shook off onto the floor. The house was still completely quiet. They hadn't closed the window when they left, and fine snow drifted in past the curtains, landing on the living room rug.
Ning Ye turned around, held the door handle, and closed it very, very softly. Even though she was a little blinded by lust, she still remembered that Ning Zhitao had only just fallen asleep. She didn't want to wake the child.
...Young parents.
This phrase also carried an inexplicable tension, making her heart race.
"We won't wake the child," Bian Xun chuckled softly, lowering his head into the crook of her neck.
"...Mm."
"I'll be very gentle," Bian Xun's smile deepened, "...as long as you don't cry out."
...Ah!
Ning Ye's fingertips curled as she was suddenly scooped up into his arms. She covered her lips, not daring to make a sound, only to realize that Bian Xun was not carrying her toward the bedroom, but toward the open window in the living room.
The snow fell with a soft rustle. He stepped silently onto the thick carpet and tumbled onto the sofa with her.
He became her sofa.
They faced each other.
Ning Ye straddled his lap, blindly reaching out to steady herself, only to find that her palms were pressed against his chest muscles.
In his early twenties, Bian Xun hadn't bulked up too heavily; his muscles were defined, lean, and firm—exactly the degree that girls her age loved most.
Ning Ye pursed her lips, looking down at the man leaning back against the sofa.
The backlight made the young woman's features look hazy and soft. Against the backdrop of the falling snow, she was bathed in moonlight.
His dark eyes were fixed on her as well.
Leaning back like that, his cool, handsome features took on a somewhat glamorous radiance. His lean muscles were just right, pulling his shirt into heart-fluttering creases, and the smile on his lips was intoxicatingly seductive.
Ning Ye hummed a thought in her mind.
Looking at him like this... she really didn't know who was rewarding whom.
She coughed lightly, trying to make her expression look a bit more calm and composed, and asked in a soft, steady voice, "Um, aren't we going back to the room?"
His dark eyes were deep as he smiled and said, "...There's snow in the living room."
Ning Ye looked up just as a small snowflake landed on her eyelashes, blinking gently. The first snow in Jing City was falling in earnest, making the city under the night sky look as if it were encased in a swirling snow globe.
And they were kissing in the reflection of that snow globe.
Bian Xun laughed in his throat, tilting his head up to bite her lip, completely unable to resist her brave yet shy expression.
So cute.
So cute.
Her careful, tentative explorations were accepted completely by him, only to fan the flames higher.
Youthful exploration was like an adventure; every tiny new discovery felt like a brand new continent, and in their world, there was nothing but the sensation of their bodies rubbing against each other.
Bian Xun only wanted to give her the best experience, even if it meant taking things slow.
Although at this age and in this moment, he was constantly thinking about things that couldn't be deeply scrutinized, holding her like this, he didn't want to seem too clumsy or overly impatient. So, he restrained the pace of their boundaries.
While it was an adult exploration, he was more interested in observing her curiosity, her desires. How much she wanted it, and how far she wanted to go.
She didn't know when it started, but the soft laughter in the house had faded, replaced by the increasingly distinct sounds of kissing.
When lips and teeth intertwined and collided, they produced faint sounds of moving air and wet, sucking noises. In the chill of the snowy, moonlit night, these subtle sounds stood out in sharp contrast, making one blush and their heart race.
Ning Ye suddenly understood why he wanted to be out here.
In the midst of their kisses, the cold air was warmed. Fingertips carrying melted snow touched her cheeks and earlobes, creating an alternating sensation of hot and cold—gentle and icy, an entirely unfamiliar feeling.
His kisses also tasted of the snow.
Everything was romantic and crystal clear.
Bian Xun supported her weight, guiding her as he kissed her. Her inexperience contrasted with his demeanor, making him appear effortlessly in control.
The rhythm seemed to be entirely in the palm of his hand.
However, the "sofa" Ning Ye was sitting on underwent an obvious change. She seemed to be pressing against something hard, and the corners of her almond-shaped eyes began to burn red.
Instinctively, she gently rocked on her "chair." She didn't know why she did it, but a certain tingling numbness began to spread through her.
Bian Xun's previously controlled breathing also began to turn chaotic.
The gentle exploration grew intense. By the time Ning Ye slightly recovered her senses from the passionate kiss, she realized her hoodie had already been pushed up to her chin.
Baring herself so honestly, she was so shy she almost curled up into a ball.
Ning Ye instinctively tried to pull down the hem of her shirt, but he caught her wrist. His gaze didn't blink once, and his voice was completely hoarse.
"...Let me see."
His hand went behind her back and gently unfastened it.
By the moonlight, what came into view was like a flawless, porcelain-white snowy slope. The slightly cold first snow occasionally fell onto her warm skin, causing a slight tremble, like the reaction of a small animal.
The snow tonight was incredibly atmospheric, drifting and swaying in the air. A single diamond-shaped snowflake happened to land on the red cherry atop the snowy slope. The icy snow melted instantly, leaving it looking crystal clear.
...
...
He stared quietly for a long moment, all the blood in his body rushing together with a deafening roar.
On the night of the first snow, this scene would become a masterpiece that someone would repeatedly recall for years to come.
Bian Xun knew it would be hard to forget this sight for the rest of his life.
This was a pure white snowy landscape that belonged exclusively to him, where no one else was allowed to tread.
He felt incredibly ecstatic.
Amidst the ringing roar in his ears, he lowered his head and accurately kissed that spot.
An electric sensation instantly shot through her.
Ning Ye suddenly gripped his arm tightly, covering her mouth. It felt... so...
The situation began to spiral out of control, shifting from exploring a continent to conquering one.
He held her and suddenly tightened his grip. The fire of youth completely lost all sense of restraint in this moment. The sofa behind them bumped against the wall, making a muffled thud, but neither of them had the time to care.
In the house, the wet, devouring sounds were even louder than before. Ning Ye covered the corners of her lips, trembling as if on the verge of collapse.
She tilted to the side, and Bian Xun chased after her. The two of them tumbled onto the thick carpet with a "thud," her long hair spilling all over the floor—
Bian Xun felt like he was flying from the sheer pleasure.
His breathing was heavy, his gaze dark and intense.
Just then, the doorknob turned. A moment later, the bedroom door down the distant hallway was pushed open.
"Mommy?"
Ning Ye froze, then suddenly shoved Bian Xun away.
The two of them scrambled back onto the sofa. As Ning Ye pulled her clothes back up, her front was already soaked.
Bian Xun coughed and averted his gaze, raising a hand to wipe the corner of his lips.
...Alright then.
They had just encountered the most unavoidable dilemma for young parents.
Ning Ye's face flushed crimson, but she was incredibly thankful that Bian Xun had chosen the living room. Otherwise, they would have experienced a parent's darkest hour, a moment of lifelong embarrassment.
By the time Ning Zhitao came pattering over while rubbing her eyes, she saw her mom and dad sitting bolt upright on the sofa.
Dad was reading a magazine, and Mom was looking out the window.
Ning Zhitao tilted her head. She had just heard some thumping and banging noises.
"What are you guys doing?"
Ning Ye: "We're admiring the snow, Taotao. It's snowing."
Bian Xun: "We're celebrating a holiday."
Ning Zhitao first ran to the window and went "Wow" for a moment, reaching out to catch a few snowflakes. "Mommy, let's go build a snowman tomorrow!"
Ning Ye had to work her part-time job during the day tomorrow, so she looked down and said, "I'll build one with you when I come back in the evening, okay?"
Ning Zhitao: "Okay!"
...Friday nights were very short; they would lose their magic by the next morning.
The child's father turned another page of the magazine, though not a single word entered his mind.
Ning Zhitao turned to look at him. "Daddy, then what holiday were you talking about?"
Ning Ye didn't know either, and looked at him at the same time.
Traces of unresolved heat still lingered in Bian Xun's expression. With a deadpan tone, he gave the magazine a shake. "Friday Festival."
Ning Ye: "?"
Bian Xun raised his eyes to look at her, speaking slowly and deliberately. "Once a week."
"...!"
During the few steps it took to lead the little one back to bed, Bian Xun leaned close to her ear. Looking at the pale, lustrous earlobe and the hollow of her neck that he hadn't had enough time to devour earlier, he traced them with his gaze while softly adding the details.
"Once a week, one whole night at a time."
"From 8 PM to the early hours of the next morning."
"From now into the future."
...
The two parents were forced to lie down on either side of the little girl, because Ning Zhitao wanted to celebrate this Friday Festival too.
Seeing Bian Xun's slightly stifled expression at reaping what he sowed, Ning Ye couldn't help but secretly laugh.
The child had been woken up in the middle of her sleep and hadn't actually rested enough. With her mom and dad right beside her, providing a sense of security like a cradle, Ning Zhitao soon fell fast asleep again.
In this quiet and warm atmosphere, Ning Ye was also getting a little sleepy, but she glanced at Bian Xun, unsure if he still wanted to continue.
Earlier, she had felt that his... well.
Bian Xun propped his head on his hand. Seeing her secretly cover her mouth to yawn, he let out a low chuckle.
Reaching out, he crossed the pillow to hold her hand. "Spend the New Year with me."
Ning Ye was taken aback and subconsciously whispered, "But isn't the New Year supposed to be spent with one's own family..."
Bian Xun raised an eyebrow, looking at her and the child with a composed demeanor.
Weren't they exactly that—his family.
Ning Ye blinked her eyelashes lightly.
After learning about Bian Xun's background, she had gone online. There were always posts at school digging into his family history, but no one had ever really figured it out clearly.
If Bian Xun didn't go back to his own home for the New Year and spent it with her instead, she didn't know what his family would think.
The Bian family.
To Ning Ye, this was an entirely unfamiliar world.
Although the little girl said she could walk sideways and do whatever she wanted in the Bian family, to 19-year-old Ning Ye, this was just a child's joke.
Besides, she couldn't really let the child shield her forever; she needed to face those conflicts herself.
Looking at Bian Xun's face so close at hand, she never fantasized about any dramatic plot of fighting against a family for love. She didn't need that to prove anything.
For Ning Ye, meeting someone she liked both physically and emotionally at this age was already a wonderful life experience.
What would happen between her and Bian Xun in the future would have to be proven little by little through the test of time.
It was just that now they had the added responsibility of a Little Grape between them, which both she and he would firmly shoulder. But outside of that responsibility, where their relationship would go and whether they would break up should just run its natural course through the veins of time.
After all, if they ever had any irreconcilable differences in the future, they couldn't just force themselves to stay tied together for the sake of the child, right?
She didn't argue about this matter. Anyway, when the time came, she could take the little one to celebrate the New Year herself.
This was already much better than she had anticipated.
Bian Xun looked down and saw that Ning Zhitao was fast asleep. He pulled Ning Ye up again, walked out the door, picked her up in his arms, and tilted his head up to kiss her.
"I'm a man with a family now. Of course I have to spend the New Year with you."
Ning Ye was speechless and couldn't help patting his shoulder. "What do you mean, a man with a family... put me down."
Bian Xun curled his lips into a smile, carrying her all the way to the master bedroom. Raising his knee slightly, he asked, "Can you sleep when you're this wet?"
Although they were thinking about roughly the same problem, Ning Ye would never say it out loud.
He was so shameless...!
Ning Ye couldn't resist covering his mouth. "Mind your own business."
Beneath her palm, he was still kissing her, the curve of his lips incredibly infuriating.
Their initial exploration had already left him with an endless aftertaste.
A lingering sweetness on his lips.
Craving for more after the first taste.
An absolutely lawless ecstasy.
Ning Ye was gently placed on the bed in the master bedroom. He knelt halfway by the bed with a composed demeanor, looking as if he was preparing to sleep in the guest room by himself.
But his gaze was still naked, as if it could strip off her clothes.
Ning Ye buried her face in the pillow, smelling the cool sandalwood scent on him. Sensory memories were still roaming across her body, and after a long moment, she suddenly realized something.
Bian Xun watched her for a while and decided to let her get a good sleep. He stood up, but his sleeve was tugged by her.
His dark eyes instantly deepened.
Inviting him at a time like this would mean no end to it.
He bent down slightly, hovering over her dangerously. A soft, clear voice suddenly drifted out from the pillow, "But how are you so skilled?"
As if he had fought a hundred battles, handling it all with ease.
Although they had been together for a while, they had never discussed each other's romantic history.
How did he understand so much, and even accurately find... find...
Ning Ye mumbled twice into the pillow.
By her third mumble, her face was lifted from the blankets, and with a hand holding her chin, a string of kisses fell upon her.
Bian Xun chuckled softly. A rush of pleasure shot straight to his head, surpassing mere physical sensation.
She was jealous.
Ning Ye was pecked all over by him. She really wanted to show she wouldn't be outdone and claim she had experience too, but before she could speak, her lips were sealed again.
"Never dated anyone."
He stated with reserve.
Ning Ye perked up her ears to listen, then casually let out an "Oh."
"Never done it either."
Oh, oh.
Huh?
Ning Ye peeked her eyes out, revealing a look of confusion, followed by a knowing gaze.
Bian Xun paused for a second, then couldn't help but laugh.
"Never watched porn either."
Ning Ye was puzzled. Then how was he so good at it...?
"But I would," Bian Xun bit her lip heavily, secretly thrilled, and whispered into the snowy night, "fantasize about you."
He had made her cry in his dreams countless times.
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