A light drizzle fell gently from the clouds.

Su Yingxue pulled Luo Qingchuan into the classroom, closed the door, and melted into his arms.

"Luo Qingchuan… let's do it," Su Yingxue murmured sweetly, her voice soft and whimpering. "Didn't you have a hard time holding back last night?"

Luo Qingchuan's heart was pounding. "But here…"

He suddenly realized—Su Yingxue was being bad. It seemed like she was the one who couldn't hold back.

Moments later, before Luo Qingchuan could even do anything, Su Yingxue had already pushed him onto a chair. The black-haired girl whispered, "Xiao Chuanchuan, I want to get on top of you."

She gracefully climbed onto his lap, her fingers slipping under her skirt…

…

Luo Qingchuan held his breath, almost letting out a sound. Then he saw Su Yingxue's delicate face flush with a cherry-pink blush. She bit her lip tightly, her dark eyes shimmering with a dazed glow, like fireflies on a summer night.

A soft moan slipped from her lips, only to be covered by her arm.

"Xiao Chuanchuan, don't make a sound, okay?"

One hand rested on Luo Qingchuan's shoulder, the other pressed to her lips. Her long legs moved indecently, the tips of her shoes tapping the floor.

The girl's features were like a painting, and her smile radiant.

Luo Qingchuan kissed the tender skin of her neck, tracing every gentle curve of her youthful body. Her pulse beat with an innocent allure, making him want to bite down.

Su Yingxue leaned her head back, her messy black hair cascading down as she trembled in his arms. She gasped softly, "I think… I'm getting addicted…"

She whispered, full of tenderness, "Actually, since this morning, I've been thinking…"

"Thinking what?" Luo Qingchuan asked softly.

Su Yingxue buried her face in his shoulder, overwhelmed with shyness, but still whispered back, "Thinking about wanting you."

She never thought she'd crave this so much. Once the little snake inside her had tasted the first bite of that sweet and tart red apple, it couldn't forget the flavor.

Throwing aside her usual reserve and coolness, Su Yingxue felt like she was drowning in warmth.

A sense of security—overwhelming, impossible to describe—lingered in her soul. She wished she could stay in this moment forever.

Her delicate waist moved more seductively, and Luo Qingchuan's body grew hotter. Su Yingxue couldn't suppress her voice anymore; she parted her lips slightly, letting out soft, breathy moans.

The low-hanging sky, after brewing for so long, finally let loose a downpour.

Her elegant, abstinent face was now painted with both shame and bliss. Biting her lip, her body trembled like it had been struck by lightning, then gradually relaxed.

Luo Qingchuan gently supported her limp, boneless body.

Her face was flushed deep red, her hair tousled and damp with sweat. She smiled, completely spent, and slumped into Luo Qingchuan's arms.

"I'm so tired… but so happy," Su Yingxue said, breathless but smiling. "That was amazing."

Suddenly, she let out a startled "Ah!"

Luo Qingchuan picked her up and placed the soft, seductive Su Yingxue on the desk. Knowing he wasn't satisfied yet, she smiled and held out her delicate hands. "Hold my hands."

Her smile was heart-melting, but she quickly realized what was coming, pulled one hand back, and urgently covered her mouth.

The rain masked the sounds, and in the empty classroom, her soft whimpers were incredibly endearing. Sweat formed in her palm and stuck to Luo Qingchuan's hand—it felt like they'd never separate again.

……

The rain didn't stop until noon.

The two of them stood side by side in the hallway, watching the rain in silence, savoring the calm that followed.

The damp wind carried a hint of chill, refreshing and cool.

"I can't go with you tonight," Su Yingxue leaned against Luo Qingchuan. "I have to go home."

He nodded, but couldn't help saying gently, "I have a way—if you can't hold on, just let me know."

"Actually, Luo Qingchuan," Su Yingxue looked into the distance, "I feel like I've won."

"Huh?"

"Two nights without going home…" She gave a slight smile. "I guess that makes me a bad girl. And sometimes, bad girls get understood by grown-ups."

Luo Qingchuan blinked in surprise.

"At the very least," Su Yingxue murmured, "it feels like my feelings are finally being noticed. I think my parents still love me. She apologized and asked me to come home. Since we're off tomorrow, I want to sit down and really talk with them."

She added, "So I can't play with you tomorrow. So…"

The breathtaking beauty smiled gently and asked, "Are you satisfied? Do you still want me?"

Luo Qingchuan's heart jolted. He quickly averted his gaze and said helplessly, "Don't joke like that…"

Su Yingxue giggled sweetly. She loved seeing this flustered side of him.

She felt like she could never get enough of it. She even secretly decided to learn more ways—more angles to tease him from.

Luo Qingchuan could almost sense it from the sparkle in her eyes—something was definitely up.

The afternoon passed with regular classes, and by evening, the rain had long since stopped, and the sunset cast a warm glow over the world.

"Take the umbrella."

At the school gate, Su Yingxue took the umbrella from him and hesitated. "What about you?"

"I'll buy another," Luo Qingchuan smiled.

She returned his smile. "Okay then."

And walked off, clearly in high spirits.

Autumn darkened quickly. Luo Qingchuan found a random store and bought the last umbrella they had.

It was red.

Better than nothing.

He tucked it away into his storage space where no one would see. His phone buzzed twice.

……

At the Luoxian Hotel, a silver-haired, golden-eyed girl nervously clutched her phone.

【Tomorrow… is it… a day off?】Chen Yanyu asked cautiously.

【Luo Qingchuan: I've already got the tickets. I have something to do tomorrow morning, so I'll come find you in the afternoon.】

She hugged her phone to her chest, lips curling into a soft smile.

"Afternoon… What's he doing in the morning, I wonder?"

Curled up under the blanket, Chen Yanyu closed her eyes. Her long, dark lashes fluttered, and her cheeks were flushed.

"Mmm… I want to fall asleep soon."

Her graceful figure gently sank into the soft bed, like she was drifting into a cotton candy dream.

Chen Yanyu's delicate shoulders trembled slightly. Her golden eyes opened slowly, glowing from within.

She was thinking—

Should I wear a ponytail tomorrow?

Shorts? Skirt? Or maybe a skort? Wait…

Maybe I should wear something easy for Luo Qingchuan to take off?

"No! I can't be so shameless!" Chen Yanyu's eyes widened, and she buried her blushing face into the pillow. Her slender waist twisted, and her little feet kicked under the covers, unable to stay still.

……