CM - 63

Zhou Shu-rong’s house.

Shen Ting-wen stood in the living room, and Zhou Shu-rong stood as well. They had nothing to say to each other and weren’t standing very close, because it was awkward. They didn’t know how they had ended up back at her place, and they knew even less about what to do now that they were here.

As the silence stretched on, Zhou Shu-rong spoke first: “Would you… like some water?”

Shen Ting-wen looked over, his throat a little hot, unable to swallow his saliva, “What kind of water?”

“I don’t have any sodas, but I have alcohol and water. Do you want some Kobe water?” Zhou Shu-rong put her hands behind her, leaning on the table, her fingers tracing the edge.

Shen Ting-wen touched the tip of his nose, “Just, water is fine.”

Zhou Shu-rong went to the fridge to get him a bottle of water.

Watching her leave, Shen Ting-wen sighed, mentally calling himself a coward. When she didn’t like him, he had been so thick-skinned. Now that she liked him, why couldn’t he even speak properly?

Zhou Shu-rong handed him the bottle of water.

Shen Ting-wen held the water but didn’t drink it and didn’t sit down.

Thinking he couldn’t open it, Zhou Shu-rong took the bottle back from his hand, opened it for him, and said, “Here, drink.”

What should Shen Ting-wen say? Should he be polite? He coughed and said, “Thank you.”

What should Zhou Shu-rong reply? Should she be polite? She touched the back of her neck and said, “You’re welcome.”

Shen Ting-wen’s earlier bravado had been because he wasn’t serious; his hardness was a result of not being able to have her, a casual hardness. Now it was different. The girl he liked, liked him back. If he lost control, he really might do something.

He felt emboldened; he knew she liked him now.

Zhou Shu-rong found the atmosphere a bit awkward, and the awkwardness made her feel a little hot. The heat made her want to take a shower. But with Shen Ting-wen there, she felt uncomfortable going. On a whim, she asked him, “Do you want to take a shower first?”

Hearing this, Shen Ting-wen’s mind went into overdrive, thinking of all sorts of things, and he became hard again, “Me? Take a shower?”

Zhou Shu-rong hadn’t noticed his change; she herself was a confused mess and didn’t know what to do, “I can go first, too.”

Shen Ting-wen’s throat grew hotter, his saliva burned away, “You go ahead and shower first.”

Zhou Shu-rong also felt she couldn’t stay there any longer, “Then I’m going.” With that, she ran off, very quickly.

Shen Ting-wen leaned against the back of the sofa, his hand touching his pants. Damn, it was so hard. This little idiot, Zhou Shu-rong... was she trying to kill him?

Just as Zhou Shu-rong entered the bathroom, she felt it was inappropriate to leave Shen Ting-wen alone outside, so she ran back out.

Shen Ting-wen was startled by her return, his hand still on the area, and he couldn’t remove it.

Zhou Shu-rong handed him her phone, “You can connect to that speaker. I have a lot of songs on my phone.”

Shen Ting-wen’s hand was covering his crotch. He could remove it, but if he did, Zhou Shu-rong would definitely see his tent.

Seeing that he wasn’t taking it, Zhou Shu-rong grabbed his hand, placed the phone in it, and ran off again.

Shen Ting-wen stood frozen like a rock. When Zhou Shu-rong had grabbed his hand, she had accidentally... accidentally touched him... He was now painfully engorged... He could see it now... Zhou Shu-rong was definitely trying to kill him...

A moment later, the sound of water came from the bathroom... Zhou Shu-rong was showering... This was pure torture...

To suppress his desires, Shen Ting-wen connected his phone to her Bluetooth, opened her Netease Cloud music, and clicked on ‘recently played’. He saw a long list of foreign explicit songs... Was she sure she wanted him to listen to these?

Halfway through her shower, Zhou Shu-rong remembered the playlist Zhou Xi-you had sent her. She wrapped herself in a towel and rushed out. She turned off the speaker, snatched the phone from Shen Ting-wen’s hand, and without a word, ran back into the bathroom.

Shen Ting-wen’s nose was filled with the scent of Zhou Shu-rong’s shower gel. The towel hadn’t covered her shoulders, her collarbone, her long legs; they were almost the death of him...

He couldn’t take it anymore. He walked to the bathroom door and called out to Zhou Shu-rong, “Are you done?”

Zhou Shu-rong hadn’t even taken off the towel yet. She was clutching her chest, her heart pounding, “No!”

“I want to shower too.”

“Wait a moment!” Zhou Shu-rong yelled.

Shen Ting-wen asked her, “Can we shower together? To save water.”

A warning bell rang in Zhou Shu-rong’s mind, “I can afford the water bill!”

“But we should conserve resources...”

“Stop talking to me! Get away from the bathroom door!”

Shen Ting-wen’s voice became softer, “Rongrong, I’m a little uncomfortable.”

Zhou Shu-rong’s heart was about to leap out of her throat, “You’re uncomfortable... Where are you uncomfortable!”

Shen Ting-wen sounded a bit wronged, “It’s tight and uncomfortable.”

Zhou Shu-rong’s ears were smoking, her face was burning. She even imagined what he looked like down there, and then remembered their kiss—his soft, gentle lips, his slick, sweet tongue...

She unconsciously licked her lower lip, then asked him, “Can you... can you just hold on...?”

Shen Ting-wen shook his head, “I can’t. I’m going to burst, I’m going to die. You’ll never see me again. Ah, I’m dead.”

Zhou Shu-rong closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and tried to ignore him, but she found she couldn’t. So she opened the door. Just as she was about to lay down some ground rules, like not moving around, Shen Ting-wen had already locked the door, picked her up, and pressed her against it.

Shen Ting-wen looked like he was about to devour her. His chest muscles heaved with his heavy breathing, pressing against Zhou Shu-rong’s soft breasts. When he called her name, his voice was hoarse, “Rongrong.”

Zhou Shu-rong’s breathing was also heavy, “Are you... are you trying to get yourself killed, Shen Ting-wen!”

Shen Ting-wen took her hand and guided it to himself, “I’m not lying, it really is tight.”

Zhou Shu-rong felt his hot, rigid member, and this time her neck turned red. She immediately pulled her hand back and pushed him, “Get out!”

How could Shen Ting-wen get out when he hadn’t even gotten in yet? “Then can you let me in first, and then I’ll get out.”

If Zhou Shu-rong could have cried, she would have. She felt like she was about to lose herself. It wasn’t that Shen Ting-wen’s offense was too fierce, but that she couldn’t resist his temptation. His eyes, nose, lips—every part of him was seducing her. Her mind was now filled with R-rated images...

Shen Ting-wen’s lips were close to her ear as he asked, “Is that okay?”

Zhou Shu-rong gripped his clothes, her body almost hanging on him. He supported her buttocks with his hands, and she was only wearing a towel... She wasn’t even wearing underwear. She was wet, weak, and had completely given in. She spoke to him softly and honestly, “This is my first time...”

Shen Ting-wen knew, “Haven’t you watched any?”

“I have, but, I... I don’t know if what I’ve seen is the same as the real thing...” Zhou Shu-rong rested her head on Shen Ting-wen’s shoulder.

“It’s not the same. I’m definitely better than what you’ve seen.”

Zhou Shu-rong caught on, “So, how many people have you been with?”

“I’ve never been with anyone else! I saved it for you!” Shen Ting-wen quickly explained. He didn’t want Zhou Shu-rong to have this misunderstanding. He had been saving himself for her for so many years; he hadn’t given it to anyone else!

Zhou Shu-rong didn’t believe him, “You’re a man. Can you... can you hold back?”

Shen Ting-wen told her, “I couldn’t. So I’ve been doing it to myself for years, looking at your photos.”

Ahhh! What was he saying!? Zhou Shu-rong went crazy, feeling scorched. She felt she was too unstable today to do that, so she cautiously asked him, “Is it really that uncomfortable?”

Shen Ting-wen looked very wronged and nodded, even the single word ‘Mm’ came out as a tremble.

Zhou Shu-rong gritted her teeth, hardened her heart, and said, “Then, can I use my hand for you? My state isn’t great today... and I...” She had never said such things before. With every word, she felt so ashamed she wanted to sink into a layer of hell.

Shen Ting-wen sounded disappointed, “Then, can I request that you use your mouth...”

“Shen Ting-wen!” Zhou Shu-rong yelled.

Shen Ting-wen got the message, “Fine.”

Zhou Shu-rong slowly felt his member and was so startled by the sensation that she pulled her hand back. She hadn’t realized when watching videos, were they all this big in real life?

Shen Ting-wen sounded a little apologetic, “I’m sorry, it’s a bit big.”

Zhou Shu-rong unbuttoned his pants, slipped her hand inside, through his underwear, felt the hair, and then the huge member that made her breathing quicken. She expressed her concern, “I don’t think it’ll fit...”

Shen Ting-wen’s lips were against her cheek, “Then, should we try?”

Hearing that, Zhou Shu-rong didn’t control her strength and squeezed him.

Shen Ting-wen groaned, “Be gentle...”

Zhou Shu-rong pressed her face against his, her chin on his shoulder, “Let’s try again next time... I’ll figure something out...”

“Don’t. Your... tightness is something I’d really like,” Shen Ting-wen whispered.

Zhou Shu-rong couldn’t take it anymore. She bit his ear, and her hand moved forcefully, making Shen Ting-wen feel both pain and pleasure, causing him to moan softly.

After a while, Zhou Shu-rong’s hand was sore, but he still hadn’t finished. She asked him, “Are you done yet! My hand hurts!”

“No... How about we try somewhere else?”

Zhou Shu-rong refused. He was just trying to trick her into doing it. She needed a few days to think about it! She began to move her hand faster. Shen Ting-wen suddenly hugged her tight, and his member throbbed. He came in waves, all over Zhou Shu-rong’s hand, leaving it sticky and gooey.

Shen Ting-wen leaned against Zhou Shu-rong, feeling her touch. Being with the person he loved, it was so damn good!

Zhou Shu-rong pushed him, “Get off! I need to wash my hand!”

Shen Ting-wen didn’t let her go. He turned on the shower, held the back of her head, and kissed her forcefully. He kissed the outline of her lips meticulously, then held her tongue, sucking, licking, and biting it. He still had to ask her, “Do you like me kissing you?”

Zhou Shu-rong did like it. She was a normal person, and normal people enjoy the pleasure and excitement of lust, and they can’t help but get lost in kissing.

Shen Ting-wen asked again, “Then will you be with me?”

Did Zhou Shu-rong even have a choice? Look at her. Could she resist him? And with his seduction, she was afraid she would become addicted to him.

Not getting an answer, Shen Ting-wen hugged her tighter, “If you don’t say yes, I’ll get hard again, and then I’ll want it again.”

Hearing this, Zhou Shu-rong snapped back to reality and pushed him away, “Okay, okay! Yes! We’ll be together! You win! And you better not get hard again! Shrink back down!”

Shen Ting-wen looked at the angry Zhou Shu-rong and felt that life was perfect. It should just stop right here. Let him die here, in this sweet haven. He loved Zhou Shu-rong!

He lifted Zhou Shu-rong in his arms, carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, put her on the bed, and leaned over her. He brushed her wet hair aside and kissed her big, beautiful eyes.

Zhou Shu-rong looked at his handsome face so close to hers and reminded him, “We agreed to try again next time...”

Shen Ting-wen knew, he just wanted to look at his wife. Why was his wife so beautiful? So cute? He wanted to kiss every part of her. If he weren’t afraid that his wild nature would scare away his little treasure, he would show her just how savage he could be.

He suppressed his urges, pinched Zhou Shu-rong’s small nose, and called her, “My little silly Rong. If anyone else ever touches your forehead, I’ll chop off their hand and tell everyone you told me to. Then we’ll go to jail together.”

Zhou Shu-rong’s love for him was real, but so was her belief that he was crazy, “You’re so vicious.”

Shen Ting-wen shook his head and pinched her face again; he loved doing that. “It should be...”

He leaned in and whispered the rest of the sentence into Zhou Shu-rong’s ear, “I love you so much.”

Zhou Shu-rong’s heart felt warm and full.

This feeling made her instinctively wrap her arms around Shen Ting-wen’s narrow waist and whisper back in his ear, “I know.”

I know you love me.

And I do too.