Jiang Xia tilted her head back, closed her eyes, grabbed his shirt, and kissed him.
They were both beginners, unfamiliar and nervous, their hearts pounding nonstop.
He was very gentle.
Carefully, he explored bit by bit.
As time passed, Zhou Chenglei's hands clasping her waist and the back of her neck grew tighter and more forceful.
The veins on his arms stood out, the fine contours of his muscles showcasing his strength.
The difference in their heights was too great, and Jiang Xia was bent backward under his pressure.
Just as she felt her waist was about to snap, his arm swept around her and lifted her up.
Her feet suddenly left the ground. Jiang Xia gasped in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, hooking her long legs around him and hanging from him like a sloth.
Zhou Chenglei turned and pressed her against the wall, the lines of his arm muscles smooth and sharply defined.
With the height difference gone, the force and counterforce between him and the wall pressed their two hearts close—very close.
Jiang Xia once again felt his strong, powerful heartbeat, the "thump, thump, thump" pounding against her heart. It was as though both hearts were about to leap out.
They were clapping hands, colliding, greeting one another, beating at the same rhythm.
No one knew how long had passed before Zhou Chenglei laid her down on the bed and buried his head in the hollow of her neck. His voice was husky. "I'm going to take a shower. Wait for me a while?"
Jiang Xia kept her eyes closed, her lips burning. She didn't dare open them, nor did she feel comfortable answering.
How was she supposed to respond? Whether she answered or not felt wrong!
She really wanted to ask why