WIFTY - 54

If she doesn’t think for herself, I’ll think for her.
I’ve thought it through; sooner or later, she’s mine.
No matter what, she’s mine.
— Zhang Lurang

As night gradually fell, the streets became busier with pedestrians.

The two walked along the cobblestone path by the lakeside.

Su Zaizai glanced at Zhang Lurang, who hadn’t spoken for a long time, and suggested: “Shall we go back?”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lurang scanned the surroundings and asked: “Are you hungry?”

Su Zaizai touched her stomach and shook her head: “Not hungry.”

“Then let’s go back.” After thinking for a moment, Zhang Lurang continued: “If you get hungry, I’ll come out and buy something for you.”

She nodded, smiling: “Alright.”

Zhang Lurang held her hand and walked to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and gave the name of the hotel.

After getting in the car, Zhang Lurang didn’t speak much. His gaze remained fixed on the window, his expression calm.

Su Zaizai leaned over and poked his cheek with her index finger. When he turned to look at her, she affectionately kissed the spot she had just poked.

Zhang Lurang’s eyes were bright and black, shimmering with something moving within, mixed with an unidentifiable emotion.

He reached out and pinched her fingers, slowly opening his mouth.

His voice was low and hoarse, full of earnestness: “Su Zaizai.”

Su Zaizai instinctively responded, looking at their intertwined hands.

After a long while, she raised her eyes to look at him.

“If there’s anything I’m doing wrong, you need to tell me.” Zhang Lurang’s gaze didn’t waver at all, staring into her eyes. “I’ll change everything.”

He would gradually become better, transforming into the person most suited for her.

In the night, the car echoed with a lingering love song.

The driver in front was waiting for the red light, tapping his index finger rhythmically on the steering wheel.

Soon, the red light turned green, and the car started moving.

The surrounding scenery quickly receded backward, dazzling to the eyes.

Su Zaizai’s attention was entirely focused on his words and his broad palm.

After a long while, she squeezed his hand back and smiled with squinted eyes.

“I can’t think of anything.”

What was wrong with Zhang Lurang?

Su Zaizai said she couldn’t think of anything.

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After arriving at the hotel, the two walked to the front desk to check in.

Zhang Lurang gave his name to the staff and handed over his and Su Zaizai’s IDs.

After paying the deposit, Zhang Lurang took the room card and led Su Zaizai toward the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator.

Su Zaizai gazed at the changing numbers on the elevator display and suddenly asked softly: “Did you book a standard room?”

Zhang Lurang was about to nod but suddenly remembered the phrase “take the initiative.” He hesitated for a moment and touched his neck, saying: “There were only standard rooms left.”

Not expecting him to lie, Su Zaizai couldn’t help but stare at him for a few seconds.

It wasn’t until his expression began to look unnatural that she leisurely withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to stifle a laugh.

The two walked to the room.

Zhang Lurang swiped the door card with one hand, pushed the door open, and inserted the card into the power switch beside it.

He placed their things on the nearby table and walked into the bathroom.

After adjusting the water temperature, Zhang Lurang came out.

Su Zaizai sat on one of the beds, taking out her clothes to change into.

Zhang Lurang stood beside her, and after a while, he said: “Take a bath.”

Upon hearing this, Su Zaizai looked up at him and quickly averted her gaze.

“You go first.”

Zhang Lurang didn’t object, stepped over to his luggage, pulled out his change of clothes and toiletries, and then entered the bathroom.

In the small room, only Su Zaizai remained.

The bathroom door was frosted, and the silhouette of the person inside could faintly be seen.

Su Zaizai couldn’t resist peeking, then quickly sat back down.

She listened to the sound of the shower from the bathroom and swallowed hard.

Su Zaizai glanced at the bed she was sitting on, which still had her backpack on it.

After some serious consideration, confirming her thoughts, she retrieved the box she brought, took one item out, and walked to the other bed, slipping it under the pillow.

After ensuring the position was both concealed and easy to reach, Su Zaizai contentedly climbed back onto the original bed to play with her phone.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Lurang emerged from the bathroom.

He was drying his hair with a towel, droplets of water still clinging to his eyelashes, his skin appearing especially fair under the light.

Wearing short sleeves and shorts, probably because he hadn’t dried off properly before putting on his clothes, the outline of his muscles could still be faintly seen underneath.

Su Zaizai was momentarily dazzled, her ears instantly flushing with heat.

Her earlier boldness vanished without a trace, turning into nothingness.

She awkwardly picked up her clothes and walked toward the bathroom: “Then I’ll go take a bath too.”

Zhang Lurang didn’t know what to say either, lowering his eyes as he continued drying his hair.

Half an hour later, Su Zaizai finished bathing and drying her hair. She took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

Su Zaizai hesitantly stepped down from the bathroom threshold, turned her head, and immediately saw Zhang Lurang’s legs crossed on the bed, leaning against the headboard playing with his phone.

…On the bed where she had placed her backpack.

Su Zaizai blinked, reconfirming she hadn’t made a mistake, and then dazedly walked to the side of the door and turned off the lights.

Fearing Su Zaizai might trip while walking in the dark, Zhang Lurang leaned over to turn on the bedside lamp.

Probably due to its age, the lamp emitted a dim light, making the field of vision shadowy and indistinct.

Half of his face was in the shadows, appearing obscure and enigmatic.

Su Zaizai stood barefoot in place, her initial confidence to sleep with him instantly diminished by more than half.

She was hesitating about what to do next.

The next second, Zhang Lurang spoke, his voice lazy: “Come here.”

Hearing this, Su Zaizai licked her lips and climbed onto the bed.

Afterward, she reached out and tossed the schoolbag on the bedside table onto the other bed.

Seeing her obediently lie down, Zhang Lurang turned off the bedside lamp and said softly, “Sleep.”

His gaze returned to his phone, not knowing what he was looking at. The bright white light flickered on his face, making his profile even more three-dimensional and distinct.

The unwillingness in Su Zaizai’s heart suddenly surged up again.

She turned over, hugged his waist, and bit the hard muscle on his abdomen through his clothes.

Zhang Lurang groaned, his body stiffened, his voice deepened, emphasizing, “Sleep.”

Su Zaizai pretended not to hear, lifted his T-shirt, and took another bite, her tongue swirling on it.

After teasing him, Su Zaizai yawned and responded to his previous words, “I’m going to sleep now.”

She was about to get up to pull the quilt at the foot of the bed over herself when the person next to her suddenly moved.

Zhang Lurang directly threw his phone onto the bedside table, making a heavy “bang” sound.

Before Su Zaizai could react, his entire body covered hers, his arms propped up on either side of her ears.

In the pitch-black room, Su Zaizai couldn’t see his expression clearly, only hearing his increasingly rapid breathing.

Hot, filled with suppressed desire.

After a long while, Zhang Lurang lowered his body and asked in a hoarse voice, “Are you afraid?”

Su Zaizai reached out and hooked his neck, licked his earlobe, and said flamboyantly, “Afraid you won’t come.”

This sentence instantly shattered his rationality. Zhang Lurang lowered his head and captured her lips, sweeping through every corner of her mouth, tangling with her tongue, and sucking forcefully.

His hands gradually moved downward, caressing every part of her body. It was like scattering sparks, igniting her inch by inch.

His lips slowly slid down, nibbling along Su Zaizai’s ear, again and again.

Fine, fragmented kisses kept falling, his movements both clumsy and filled with deep tenderness.

Zhang Lurang pushed her top up and pulled it off.

Su Zaizai suddenly sat up, turned over, and pressed down on him.

Her upper body was naked, and the moonlight, like thin gauze, seeped in through the thin curtains, casting a silvery white light on her body. Her skin, like solidified cream, entered Zhang Lurang’s eyes.

Zhang Lurang’s breath became increasingly rough, the clarity and self-control in his eyes completely gone.

Su Zaizai straddled him, clearly feeling the heat beneath her. She used one hand to tuck the hair beside her ear behind it, and lowered her head to kiss his Adam’s apple.

All the way down...

Zhang Lurang’s hands clenched into fists, and with unbearable restraint, he held her waist and pressed her back down.

He kissed her lips again, vaguely uttering two words, “Don’t tease.”

Hearing this, Su Zaizai’s dazed eyes widened slightly, and she gasped, “N-no, I’ve seen... textbooks and stuff... I can teach you...”

Zhang Lurang’s movements stopped. He knelt on Su Zaizai’s body and took off all his clothes, piece by piece.

Su Zaizai, her head dizzy from the atmosphere, wanted to imitate his actions.

Before she could start taking off her pants, Zhang Lurang suddenly grabbed her ankle, pulled hard, bit her calf, licked it carefully, leaving marks, moving upward inch by inch.

Zhang Lurang pulled off her pants along with her underwear, grunted, his voice hoarse and seductive, filled with deep desire.

“Don’t try to take everything from me.”

Before she could speak, his stormy kisses blocked all her words.

Zhang Lurang’s fingers slowly probed inward, his movements clumsy and gentle, feeling her softness and wetness.

Su Zaizai bit her lip, enduring his assault, the fingertips on his back exerting force, carrying a hint of pleasure.

His lips and tongue wandered over every corner of her body.

His burning fingertips felt like they carried fire, scorching her senses.

After a long while, Zhang Lurang forcibly stopped his movements, remaining still for a long time.

Su Zaizai impatiently hooked her legs around his waist and called out coquettishly, “Rang Rang.”

He still didn’t move, the muscles on his body tense and hard as stone.

Su Zaizai spared a bit of her thoughts, vaguely pondering, then pointed to the bed beside them, “I put one under the pillow over there.”

Zhang Lurang: “...”

He supported himself on the bedside table with one hand, leaned over, and flipped it out from under the pillow.

With this much fuss, Zhang Lurang’s rationality returned a lot.

A double layer of red flushed his cheeks, sweat dripped from his hair onto her, his agitation undiminished.

Zhang Lurang calmed his breathing and asked seriously, “Have you thought this through?”

His hesitant appearance made Su Zaizai so anxious she wanted to lose her temper, “Hurry up!”

Zhang Lurang’s eyes were as dark as ink, filled with surging passion, about to burst forth.

He grabbed one of her legs, placed it on his shoulder, lowered his head, and reverently kissed her forehead, his voice hoarse, “Mine.”

In the next second, Zhang Lurang’s lower back suddenly sank, pressing in heavily.

Su Zaizai subconsciously cried out, tears welling up in her eyes.

Zhang Lurang gritted his teeth and kissed away her tears one by one, with comfort. He breathed heavily, slowly moving in and out, giving her time to adjust.

Her suppressed moans were like an aphrodisiac, swallowing all his rationality.

In the narrow room, the man galloped on the woman’s body, accompanied by the sound of rapid impact.

A room full of seductive ambiguity.

After a long time, when peace returned.

Su Zaizai looked satisfied, sleeping on Zhang Lurang’s chest.

She felt his chest vibrate, accompanied by tender words.

But Su Zaizai had already lost consciousness and couldn’t understand what he was saying at all.

“Zaizai, I’ll marry you after graduation... I only want to marry you.”

“So you only want to marry me too, okay?”