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Cheng Wanyue tossed the blanket aside and climbed on top of him.
She couldn’t overpower him outright—she’d have to play a little dirty.
Though Qing Hang could be fierce in bed, he always respected her. No matter how badly he wanted her, if she refused, he’d endure it. He’d never asked her to go down on him—at most, she used her hands.
She’d watched porn before, though maybe she’d picked the wrong kind. The experience hadn’t been great—the male lead was unattractive, with a belly, and his moans were grating. It ruined the mood. But it was obvious how much the man enjoyed being pleasured that way, climaxing right into the woman’s mouth.
For men, getting head was both physically and mentally intense.
Cheng Wanyue had come countless times from his mouth. It was good.
Just wait. I’ll show you.
“Do you want to take it off yourself, or should I do it?” She was determined to make him regret underestimating her. They had time—she refused to believe she couldn’t handle him. ”Your expression changed when I said ‘I’ll do it.’ Guess you want me to.”
Qing Hang watched her, looking like she was preparing for battle, and almost laughed. ”You’re serious?”
But the next second, he wasn’t smiling anymore.
Cheng Wanyue’s movements were anything but gentle. ”Who’s joking? I’m dead serious!”
His skin was fair, his cock clean and neat in color, but as it hardened, it darkened, veins visibly pulsing along the length.
“Why are you getting even more excited?” She flicked it lightly. ”Qing Hang, do you actually have a bit of an M streak? That’d be a problem for me.”
The tips of his ears flushed pink. ”Don’t talk nonsense. I don’t have those kinds of kinks.”
Cheng Wanyue grinned, cupping his face and kissing the bridge of his nose, then his chin. ”So what if you do? No one would know but me.”
No chance to test that today—she’d verify it another time.
She had no idea what she was doing, but she pretended otherwise, eyeing his growing erection and swallowing hard. ”Don’t come in my mouth. Or on my face.”
Qing Hang wrapped an arm around her waist. ”There’s nothing to be curious about. It’ll be uncomfortable.”
“Just for a little bit. Let me try,” she insisted. She couldn’t always be the one left weak and boneless.
First, she leaned in to sniff.
Her hair brushed against his skin, sending tingles up his spine. Qing Hang tried to pull her up, but she darted her tongue out, licking tentatively—tasting him.
A glistening trail marked where she’d touched him.
At that moment, Qing Hang’s restraint shattered. Desire made him greedy. His fingers traced her cheek, silently urging her to take him deeper.
When she finally opened her mouth and struggled to fit the tip inside, he wanted more.
Her hair tangled around his fingers, tugging painfully, and in retaliation, she scraped her teeth and tongue along his ridge—clumsy but bold.
He rarely showed signs of losing control, yet within minutes, she had his breathing ragged.
She looked up at him, and under his dark gaze, her tongue pressed against the slit, probing deeper while her hand worked the rest of him.
The mix of pain and pleasure briefly stripped him of reason. He thrust upward, hitting the back of her throat. The sudden intrusion made her gag, her grip tightening instinctively as a muffled sound escaped her lips. Before she could pinch his ass in revenge, he yanked her up and tossed her onto the pillows.
He nearly entered her without a condom.
His arm braced beside her head, veins standing out as he licked into her mouth, the wet sounds between them like melting candy.
He rutted against her thigh, grinding until the skin turned pink, his release messy.
Just like the first time in his youth—helpless against the slightest temptation.
Cheng Wanyue squirmed in his tight embrace, checking the time before letting out a soft, triumphant laugh against his ear—taunting him. You didn’t last long. So quick. Heh, I’m amazing.
“Ah!” She gasped as sharp teeth nipped her breast, her chest arching into his mouth. ”You dare bite me?”
Qing Hang didn’t hold back. It didn’t actually hurt—she was just being dramatic.
“You made me lose face,” he muttered, almost petulant.
Even back then, he’d been obsessed with marking her in hidden places—a possessive urge buried beneath his insecurity. She was free-spirited, and he longed for her to return to him, drawn by his scent. So even a kiss had to leave a trace.
Now was no different.
Qing Hang watched as plum-blossom bruises bloomed across her porcelain skin, his blood burning hotter.
He grabbed the T-shirt from the floor, wiping the mess between her legs before pressing a kiss to her ankle. She giggled, ticklish, her laughter muffled by the sheets as she squirmed. When her foot kicked him, he caught it, draping her leg over his shoulder—the inside of her thigh still bore the marks from this morning.
Her hair was splayed across the pillow, her damp, smiling eyes hazy as they gazed at him.
He couldn’t help wanting to ruin her—yet he loved her vitality even more.
Her skin was warm, her body pliant. He could feel the pulse fluttering beneath her skin, brush the sweat from her neck, kiss her soul.
“Cheng Wanyue, remember that wish you promised me?”
“I’m not a goldfish—how could I forget so quickly?”
“Good.”
She meant to ask what exactly he wanted, but before she could gather her thoughts, his teeth grazed her lip. His hot tongue slipped past the seam of her mouth, coaxing hers into a slow, hungry rhythm. The clash of teeth drew the metallic tang of blood.
Vines seemed to coil around her, trapping her in that confined space.
He entered her slowly—agonizingly so—but once her body yielded to the intrusion, not a single thrust was gentle after that.
The cat, Meiqiu, had been restless for days, yowling late into the night. Wanyue had even recorded it and sent it to Qing Hang. Now, the sounds she made were just like those mewls.
Once, after school, she’d complained about a classmate nicknaming her ”Cheng Puppy.” Back then, Qing Hang had thought, No, she’s a cat—proud and aloof, swiping at him with her claws one moment, sinking her teeth into him the next before his wounds could even heal. The sight of a scratch made him think of her; a single strand of hair caught on his clothes made him ache for her.
The moon hung in the sky, its glow spilling over him like rainwater dripping onto his heart.
Wanyue stubbornly refused to beg him to stop—not until he tore open the last condom, and by then, she’d melted into a puddle under the scalding heat of his body.
The sheets were a crumpled mess, damp and clinging, tangling around her ankles like they’d never let go.
They had to shower before leaving. The last round happened in the bathroom.
Pinned firmly against the wall, every pore of her body flared open. The air was stolen from her lungs, leaving her dependent on the scant breaths he shared with her.
Their mingled gasps dissolved into the steam. Her legs trembled, her body sliding downward—
But Qing Hang caught her effortlessly. Her nipples, red and overstimulated, could no longer endure the torment of his mouth. Instead, he nipped at her neck, the sharp pain jolting her numb nerves back to life. Her legs locked around his waist, her inner muscles clenching around him.
Her heels dug into the base of his spine, urging him to come faster.
He drew it out—pulling back, pushing in—never quite letting her reach the edge. Trapped in the bathroom, his greed turned every kiss into something voracious, as if he wanted to devour her whole. Even when she went limp in his arms, utterly spent, it still wasn’t enough.
The moon belonged to no one. But when its light fell on him, that was when he felt closest to her.
Gravity dragged her down, taking him deeper. Her slender throat arched as droplets of water fell onto his tongue—only for her to be jolted upward again with the next thrust.
Back then, she’d always whined about losing weight. Whenever she acted spoiled, she’d taunt him: ”What, can’t carry me? Are you out of shape?”
Her teasing had gone on for ages, but in the end, she always won.
The day she realized he was hiding something, she’d pestered him relentlessly.
First, she’d tried to coax him. ”Who says only bad students get to fall in love young?”
When that failed, she switched tactics, glaring at him in feigned anger.
“Coward. You won’t even admit you like someone.”
That didn’t work either, so she resorted to fishing for answers.
“Is she pretty?”
“Very.”
“What’s pretty about her?”
“Everything.”
After that, she’d sulked for weeks. During class, she stopped sliding into her seat from his side—instead, she vaulted over the desk. She even taped over the gap between their desks.
Then, when their homeroom teacher announced seat changes after an exam, she’d dragged Qing Hang to the office in a panic.
Right in front of the teacher, she’d asked, ”Qing Hang, do I distract you from studying?”
Her voice was calm, but her hand sneaked behind him to pinch his back—a silent threat that he’d pay dearly if he agreed.
“No,” he said.
Her eyes sparkled as she smirked at the teacher.
The teacher frowned at the grade sheet. ”Qing Hang’s score dropped six points this time.”
“He’s still first place. Six points is nothing—he’ll make it up next time.” She tugged his sleeve, her voice sweet. ”Right, Qing Hang?”
He nodded. ”Mm.”
His analysis of those six missing points was so meticulous that the teacher dropped the matter. Back in the classroom, Wanyue immediately ripped off the tape between their desks.
That night, during study hall, she passed him a note: ”Is it the girl from Class 11?”
He crumpled the paper and circled the problems she’d gotten wrong, shoving the worksheet back at her.
She didn’t solve a single one. Before the bell rang, she even “accidentally” kicked her chair over.
Cheng Yanqing vanished the moment class ended, leaving Qing Hang to walk her home. But the second they reached the alley, she refused to take another step—first pretending her leg hurt, then claiming her butt was sore from the fall. Finally, she leapt onto his back, her arms looping around his neck. He staggered but caught her on instinct.
From the very beginning, she’d never guarded herself around him. Or perhaps, she’d always treated him like family—no different from Cheng Yanqing.
……
The bathroom tiles were slippery. Wanyue whimpered, her voice frayed with tears, the sound curling into Qing Hang’s ears like a plea.
He controlled every rise and fall of her body. She knew this sensation too well—the weightless, dizzying brink of climax. Her nails scored red lines down his shoulders.
“Too deep—I’m gonna fall—slow down—!”
He drove into her harder, the head of his cock striking that sweet spot until pleasure shattered behind her eyelids.
The fire between them ebbed slowly. Only then did Qing Hang finally laugh against her lips, his voice low. ”When have I ever dropped you?”
“What time is it?”
“We can leave in half an hour.”
As they dressed, Wanyue asked if it’d felt good. His only reply was to toss his jacket over her face.
He hadn’t put his shirt on yet. His chest and back were littered with scratches and bite marks.
Cheng Wanyue propped herself up on the bed with both hands, tilting her head back to look at him. She insisted on getting an answer, but he remained silent, leaning down to kiss her deeply.
Before leaving, he plucked a small cluster of blue hydrangeas from the vase and tucked it into her hairpin.
When Huo Zhi saw it later, she complimented her.
The two girls walked ahead while Cheng Yanqing and Qing Hang followed behind.
Cheng Yanqing carried Huo Zhi’s bag, and Qing Hang held two bottles of water.
Though the bag was large, it was surprisingly light. Seeing that Cheng Wanyue was preoccupied and not paying attention to them, Cheng Yanqing unzipped the bag to check on the flowers inside.
“Good, they weren’t crushed.”
There was only one flower, but its petals were still intact.
Qing Hang had messaged him after ten o’clock, and he went to the flower shop to pick out the freshest one.
“Thanks,” Qing Hang glanced at the flower before his eyes darted off again, searching for Cheng Wanyue in the crowd.
“No need to be polite,” Cheng Yanqing smiled. “I didn’t expect you’d choose this moment.”
Qing Hang replied, “She doesn’t like things that are too conventional. There had to be something special to mark this occasion, and you were here too.”
They waited in line for three hours before finally entering the square. Most of the people around them were college students, nearly everyone holding a small red flag.
Huo Zhi brought her camera and was filming.
The crowd grew denser as the sky slowly brightened. The five-starred red flag fluttered in the wind, and everyone awaited the arrival of 6:00 AM.
As the brilliant red national flag rose alongside the sunrise, everyone sang the national anthem together. The grand scene brought tears to many eyes.
Watching the flag-raising ceremony on TV could only evoke a fraction of the passion and emotion felt by being there in person. Every minute of waiting and anticipation was worth it. Cheng Wanyue finally understood why her grandfather had always wanted to come to Beijing to see the flag-raising before he passed away.
What better testament was there to the prosperity and strength of the nation?
When Qing Hang pulled out a red rose from behind his back, the warm tears in Cheng Wanyue’s eyes hadn’t yet spilled over.
Standing beneath the vibrant national flag, he called her name: “Cheng Wanyue.”
“I deeply regret not saying goodbye to you eight years ago. The moment the train started moving, I even thought about smashing the window and jumping off.”
“When you told me on the phone that you were sick, I didn’t believe you, and I didn’t go to see you. I regret it deeply. Lately, I’ve been dreaming every night that you died right in front of me. Thankfully, it was just a dream. Dreams are reversed; you’ll live a long life.”
“I regret not going back to find you before you came to Beijing. It wouldn’t have mattered if you didn’t love me back—I would have just kept pursuing you.”
“When we fought because I was jealous, and you cried, I should have wiped your tears instead of walking away. I deeply regret leaving you there alone.”
“I have so many regrets, but I’m also grateful—you’ve given me a wish.”
“It’s now October 1st, 6:23 AM. Under the national flag, I make this wish: Cheng Wanyue, be with me.”
“I will forever be loyal to you.”
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