A long while later.
Su Bai leaned against the window, his arm around the fragrant shoulder of the beauty in his arms.
In the past, whenever he saw literary works use descriptions like "fragrant shoulder," he had never felt much immersion—after all, he had never experienced it himself.
But now, he felt that the phrase was simply perfect!
As he caressed skin as delicate and smooth as white jade, a surge of happiness and excitement rose in his heart.
Was this what it felt like to possess a girl's wholehearted, first love?
It was wonderful.
As Su Bai rested, Zhou Jialu suddenly got up.
"What's wrong?" Su Bai asked. "Not going to lie down a little longer? It's still early before lunch."
"You naughty junior, you smudged my makeup. I need to touch it up now, or if I get hungry later and have to rush out, there won't be time."
Zhou Jialu shot Su Bai a rather annoyed glare, utterly charming.
Then she swayed her hips and headed for the bathroom.
Su Bai could not help recalling what had just happened.
Their exercise had been in full swing. On a whim, Su Bai had asked his senior school sister to deploy the weapon in her most abundant arsenal for some new tactical drills.
After all, with such excellent equipment, it would have been a shame not to put it to proper use.
Back when Su Bai had fantasized over Zhou Jialu's Douyin videos, he had imagined many similar scenes.
Zhou Jialu had softly refused once, but after a token show of restraint, she still gave in to Su Bai.
It could not be helped—she liked her junior that much.
Seeing how uncomfortable her junior had been holding it in, Zhou Jialu felt obligated to let Su Bai find some