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Now, this moment was nothing like either of their past fantasies.
Driven by impulse, Shi Min invited Luo Mingjing under the bright moonlight as the snow fell softly. To fight—or perhaps something else entirely.
Neither of them knew how many “rounds” they would endure.
Luo Mingjing held her warm, soft body close, and even in his haze of passion, he retained a sliver of clarity. He murmured to her, “President... we don’t have that...”
Shi Min had already shut down her rationality, leaving only emotion exposed. She was ready to enter the state. Startled by his words, she asked, “What?”
“...Protection,” Luo Mingjing struggled to say the word.
Both of them thought deeply for a while. Finally, Shi Min said, “Just this once. Next time, I’ll prepare something in the car. Stop talking—hurry up.”
Her urging made Luo Mingjing’s gaze sharpen immediately. It was clear he wanted to put on a good performance.
After all, it was their first time. After teasing him for so long, they were finally doing it for real—he couldn’t afford to lose.
Shi Min simply instructed, “Prolong the foreplay.” Everything else was left to him. She devoted herself fully to the experience... or perhaps not.
Luo Mingjing complied with her every request. He took his time savoring President Shi’s body, treating her with utmost care and attention, meticulous and earnest.
Finally, their two heated bodies pressed together, both serious and focused. Apart from faint gasps, neither spoke.
However, when Luo Mingjing politely entered her tender warmth, Shi Min didn’t hesitate to leave scratch marks on his shoulder.
Sweat clung to Luo Mingjing’s eyelashes. He raised his eyes to stare at her, gazing at her for a long time before softly asking, “...Are you a virgin?”
Shi Min answered indifferently, “Aren’t you too?”
“Why didn’t you say something...”
“No need,” Shi Min replied calmly.
Luo Mingjing thought about it and realized she was right. Whether spoken or unspoken, this moment was inevitable.
“One-time exploration,” President Shi summarized. “Stop talking. Hurry up.”
Luo Mingjing moved silently. When she tightened her legs around him, he couldn’t help but say, “This is too rushed. We should’ve gone back and found a more comfortable position...”
“I had plans last year,” Shi Min said. “The first snow of the new year—I swore I’d sleep with you.”
Outside the car window, snowflakes drifted down quietly, peacefully.
The car shook gently in a corner of the deserted mountain road, shaking off snowflakes, trembling under the moonlight.
Apart from the trembling, the two inside the car remained silent. Perhaps because it was their first time, both inexperienced, they approached the act with complete seriousness. Every detail required their full attention, leaving no room for idle chatter.
President Shi’s moans were faint, almost like breaths, lightly brushing against Luo Mingjing’s ear, then rushing downward with his boiling blood, pooling below and reigniting the heat beneath him.
When Shi Min gripped his hair, tilted her chin, and kissed his eyelashes, she asked, “Why did you cry just now?”
Only then did Luo Mingjing snap out of his focus. He paused, and Shi Min looked at him, pulling closer to express her dissatisfaction.
“I didn’t cry,” Luo Mingjing insisted.
“I saw your tears,” Shi Min said. “The moon is bright tonight. Under its light, your tear streaks shimmered. You cried—it can’t be faked.”
“I didn’t,” Luo Mingjing lifted her body slightly, leaning down to bite her earlobe as he quickened his pace. “Absolutely not. I’m happy—I wouldn’t cry.”
Yet someone had cried tears of joy without admitting it.
Things had turned around. The seemingly unsolvable issues of his life, the truths he couldn’t tell others, would now slowly unravel.
Everything was going smoothly. His life seemed to be returning to normal, and he might finally catch up with the world again, stepping back into the crowd.
And all of this began with Shi Min.
When Shi Min extended her invitation, his heart skipped a beat for a second. In that instant, overwhelming joy drowned everything. When he touched her skin and felt her warmth with his lips, a mixture of sorrow and happiness welled up within him.
He hadn’t cried—but perhaps he himself didn’t realize that tears had fallen.
Shi Min chuckled softly, her warm breath tickling the strands of Luo Mingjing’s hair.
It was itchy.
She said, “Mingjing, say something. Say something to spice things up...”
She reached out, wiping away the sweat on his forehead, clinging tightly to him as she rose and fell with his rhythm.
Something spicy...
Possessed by an inexplicable urge, Luo Mingjing whispered, “...President… beneath me, panting?”
Shi Min burst into laughter, clinging tightly to him, burying her face in his shoulder as she laughed uncontrollably.
She brushed aside Luo Mingjing’s hair, blew a puff of air, and squinted, saying, “You wait, Fairy. From now on, every day, it’ll be you beneath me... panting.”
“...” Luo Mingjing glanced at her, his gaze unlike any he’d ever given before—a mix of exasperation and affection, as if looking at a mischievous child, filled with both amusement and allure.
He smiled faintly, capturing Shi Min’s chin and kissing her fiercely.
The car trembled even more violently.
“Once upon a time, there was a little girl...” Luo Mingjing began telling a story in her ear. “The little girl... saw a piece of candy... cherished it endlessly... but never tasted it. Finally, one day... she couldn’t resist and decided to taste the candy. She placed it in her mouth, closed her eyes, and savored the flavor... Shi Min, does it meet your satisfaction?”
“A flavor beyond imagination,” Shi Min breathed softly, lifting her face, her eyes hazy with pleasure. She smiled and said, “How wonderful... I saw him, obtained him. No one will ever know again that beneath the candy wrapper lies such sweetness.”
“You’re wrong,” Luo Mingjing traced her skin with his fingertips, circling her collarbone. “Wrong. The candy turned into a big bad wolf, devouring the little girl. Understand?”
“You?” Shi Min laughed, tilting his chin and planting a soft kiss. “Hand warmer mister, you’re not a wolf—you’re a blade, a blade only I can polish.”
She continued, “You don’t need me to provide a sheath. All I need is to hold this blade. From now on, no matter where, no matter what battles lie ahead, I’ll accompany you. With me, you’ll find direction. And you... will forever belong to me. In life and in death, we’ll share the same grave.”
Luo Mingjing let out a low groan, his deep eyes reflecting the moonlight as he gazed at her. Shi Min whispered, “Do you agree?”
“Yes. All of me.”
At that moment, everything seemed to flow toward the correct sea, silently transforming into tenderness and fervor, pouring forth.
Late into the night, Shi Chu received a call from Shi Min: “Take a taxi to pick me up. Northern outskirts, end of the mountain road.”
Shi Chu panicked, “What happened? Are you alone? What are you doing there? Did something happen? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Just admiring the view here, had some wine,” Shi Min said. “My legs feel weak. Come be my driver. Hurry.”
“Why are you drinking?!” Shi Chu exclaimed. “Didn’t the press conference go well? I saw the media reports. Now, seven T University graduates from back then have come forward to accuse Ke Ge of plagiarizing their thesis ideas. At the very least, he’ll resign voluntarily. And wasn’t Wang Zhenyu interviewed by foreign media today? Has anyone contacted MirrorRealmEnlightenedFairy yet? Isn’t everything going well? Why are you drinking?!”
“Nerves,” Shi Min replied simply.
Shi Chu hastily hailed a taxi to pick up his sister. When he spotted the Cayenne covered in a layer of snow under the moonlight, he suddenly jolted awake, slapping his thigh in the taxi. “Hey! Hey! Tsk... Huh? Tsk!!”
Upon opening the car door and seeing the two disheveled, tousle-haired figures glowing faintly in the backseat, grinning at him like mischievous kittens, Shi Chu was speechless.
He climbed into the car, fastened his seatbelt, and sighed deeply.
“...Is this... the first time?”
Neither responded. Shi Min merely clicked her tongue, signaling him not to pry into others’ private matters.
Shi Chu: “Satisfied?”
The two exchanged glances and nodded.
“Oh...” Shi Chu reversed the car, taking the opportunity to glance back at the content, subtly smug expressions of the two who had clearly been thoroughly satisfied. “You two are comfortable now, but what about me? Dragging me out of my warm dreams into the freezing snowy night to chauffeur you home. What do I get out of this?”
Luo Mingjing kindly suggested, “Big Brother, tomorrow I’ll have the finished samples back. The company says Actress Yang has an opening in her schedule and will come to try them on for a photoshoot. We can have dinner together. I want to thank Actress Yang with a meal.”
Shi Chu rolled his eyes: “Who cares?” All her schedules are arranged far in advance—do you think you’re the one telling me? I already know!
Besides, Shi Chu frowned: “Big Brother? Who’s that? I don’t know. Call me Shi Chu, or Brother Chu. Your choice.”
Shi Min interjected: “Call him Brother.”
Luo Mingjing decisively complied: “Brother.”
Shi Min then instructed Shi Chu: “Acknowledge him.”
Shi Chu snorted: “Why should I acknowledge him?!”
“Not quite right...” Luo Mingjing suddenly realized. “Shi Chu, you’re younger than me.”
Luo Mingjing’s birthday was in January, while Shi Chu’s seemed to have been at the end of last year.
One born early in the year, the other late—age difference was obvious.
Perhaps accustomed to calling Shi Min “Sister,” Luo Mingjing hadn’t thought twice about calling Shi Chu “Brother” reflexively.
Shi Chu pointed at Shi Min, indignant: “...You can call her Sister, but you can’t call me Brother? What’s wrong with you?”
Luo Mingjing smiled and replied, “I have no principles or bottom lines with her. I’m a hypocrite, especially now.”
Shi Chu drove straight to the studio.
Luo Mingjing opened the car door and carried Shi Min out in a bridal-style lift.
Shi Chu: “...”
Princess carry—goosebumps rose on his arms.
For some reason, Shi Chu felt compelled to make a snarky comment: “What’s this? Can’t walk anymore? Don’t you know the phrase ‘crippled in body but strong in spirit’? Oh dear, how much action did you two have that you can’t even walk now?”
Luo Mingjing blushed, unsure how to respond. Meanwhile, he fumbled with the studio keys, unable to steady them. Shi Min opened one eye lazily and drawled, “Ignore him. He’s itching for trouble. Remind me to deal with him tomorrow after I recover.”
“Alright.”
Shi Chu drove off with the car.
Back in the studio, Luo Mingjing began washing his hands to cook.
Shi Min asked, “What are you fussing about? Aren’t you tired?”
“Suddenly full of energy, feeling refreshed. So I’m making you something to replenish your blood,” Luo Mingjing said. “President, may I make a deal with you?”
Shi Min lounged on the sofa lazily: “Speak.”
“...Aside from special occasions, do you think we could warm each other up daily before heading into battle? Can you handle it?”
Shi Min’s lips curved upward into a faint smile. “As long as you’re still capable, I’ll stand firm. So...”
She flipped over, embracing Luo Mingjing as he leaned down to kiss her. “Hurry up and bring me my battle gear. This time it’s the war chariot; next time, we’ll take the battlefield.”
“Alright.” Luo Mingjing chuckled.
“Mingjing, the seal is stamped,” Shi Min suddenly said. “From now on, we’re family. Dad, Mom, me, Shi Chu, and you—one family.”
Luo Mingjing nodded with a gentle smile: “Alright.”
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