Stealing Wang Dong's First Kiss! Wang Dong Wanted to Become a Girl Again!

Wang Dong watched Huo Yuhao's startled expression, and the corners of her mouth lifted before she knew it. She said:

"Yeah~"

Huo Yuhao sighed, then took his leave.

"I see! Oh, right, Wang Dong, I have something to do, so I'll be going. See you next time."

I have to work hard from now on. Then Wang Dong can come back to our dorm, and she won't look down on me anymore.

"Okay."

Wang Dong watched Huo Yuhao leave with a smile. After tidying up, she turned toward Lin Fan, who was lying on the bed, and said anxiously:

"Lin Fan, hurry up and give me a massage. My whole body hurts from the beating you gave me. I don't even want to move."

Lin Fan opened his eyes and slowly looked at Wang Dong. Remembering how he had beaten her earlier, he chuckled.

"Sorry about that. I really didn't hold back."

Wang Dong hurried over and sat on the bed. She slapped Lin Fan hard on the back and complained:

"So you know you should be sorry! It's too late for that now. Hurry up—it hurts like crazy."

Lin Fan winced. Wang Dong's slap had felt like a strike from a bamboo switch. He said:

"Ow, ow, ow! All right, sit on the bed. I'll massage you."

Wang Dong quickly took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and sat with her legs tucked to either side.

"Mm. Massage my shoulders, and pound my back too. My back is killing me."

Lin Fan got up and settled behind Wang Dong, saying impatiently:

"All right, all right, all right."

Then Lin Fan reached out and gently kneaded both of Wang Dong's shoulders, working back and forth with a touch as soft as kneading buns.

His fingertips pressed shallow hollows into her soft shoulders. Each hollow sprang back the moment he let go, like a freshly steamed bun.

To his surprise, both of Wang Dong's shoulders were that soft.

Comfort spread across Wang Dong's face, and her clenched hands relaxed without her noticing.

A slow, pleasant soreness rose through her, and half her exhaustion melted away at once.

She had not expected Lin Fan's technique to get so good. That gentle warmth felt like being pressed by heated cotton, soothing and cozy.

As Lin Fan massaged her, he noticed Wang Dong had settled into a comfortable state, her face full of enjoyment.

That surprised him. Is my massage technique getting better? He was just about to speak.

"How is it, Wang Dong?"

Lin Fan leaned forward to look at Wang Dong and said:

"Comfortable. But you're using too little force. A little harder."

Wang Dong had already closed her eyes. Hearing Lin Fan's voice, she slowly opened her mouth in contentment.

"Okay..."

Lin Fan was surprised.

Looks like I'm still not using enough force.

"Not bad, not bad. That's the pressure I like, Lin Fan. Keep massaging my shoulders like that."

The corners of Wang Dong's mouth rose slightly.

"Okay."

Lin Fan opened his mouth and said:

"Pound my back too. My back hurts from how hard you hit me."

Wang Dong said cheerfully:

"Okay."

Lin Fan clenched his fists and began lightly pounding Wang Dong's back. Her back was firm beneath his knuckles yet sprang softly back after every blow.

This pressure should suit Wang Dong—neither too hard nor too soft, like tapping with a little wooden mallet. I just need to go faster.

And pounding Wang Dong's back felt rather nice too, like massaging a quilt.

"That's exactly right! That feels so good, Lin Fan. Keep going."

As the little fists fell rapidly against her back, Wang Dong could not help arching slightly. She opened her eyes, glanced back at Lin Fan, and gave him a playful smile.

This feels wonderful. Lin Fan isn't hitting very hard, but it's like being patted by tiny raindrops.

It was wonderfully soothing.

I kind of want Lin Fan to keep massaging me forever~~~~~

"Mm, that's enough, right?"

Lin Fan leaned forward to look at Wang Dong.

"Sure~"

Wang Dong slowly closed her eyes.

Soon, an hour had passed.

By then, Lin Fan's hands and feet ached and felt numb. At last, after an hour of massaging her, he stopped.

The moment he took his hands away, Wang Dong asked him to keep massaging her.

That made him a little angry, so he decided to teach her a lesson by pressing down hard. To his surprise, Wang Dong immediately stood up.

"Lin Fan, I only asked you to keep massaging me for a bit. Why did you hit me so hard?"

Wang Dong frowned, spun around, and glared at Lin Fan furiously.

"You're the one who asked me to keep going! I've been massaging you for an hour. My hands and feet are aching and numb."

Lin Fan shot back:

"I only asked you for a little more! You didn't have to be so rough. That hurt like crazy. I'm going to hit you!"

Wang Dong said angrily:

"Come on, then! Hit me!"

Lin Fan pointed at his face with a provocative look.

"You're making me so mad! Take this flying kick!"

Wang Dong lifted her leg and kicked swiftly at Lin Fan.

"Can't hit me! Can't hit me!"

Lin Fan reacted the instant Wang Dong came at him. He shifted aside, dodging her lightly, and laughed.

Wang Dong's anger flared. She rushed up to Lin Fan, seized his shoulders with both hands, and pushed.

She wanted to shove Lin Fan onto the bed and pummel him with her fists.

Lin Fan reacted quickly too, bracing himself firmly with both hands behind his back so she could not push him down at once.

But Wang Dong's astonishing strength still caught him off guard. He quickly grabbed her arms.

He raised a leg as well, kicking swiftly up toward Wang Dong's stomach.

Wang Dong's pupils widened. She hurriedly twisted aside, only to realize Lin Fan had already caught both her arms.

She lost her balance and fell toward Lin Fan. It was too late to put out her hands.

Lin Fan froze as Wang Dong suddenly fell onto him.

Their faces met in an instant, their lips pressed tightly together. Each could clearly feel the other's warm breath spilling across their face.

They stared at each other, stunned.

After a moment—

Lin Fan remained dumbstruck, feeling how soft her lips were, like melting milk candy, with a faint, sweet fragrance.

Wang Dong blushed all the way to her ears. She kicked Lin Fan off the bed and wiped her rosy lips.

"You bastard!"

Wang Dong cursed as she glared at Lin Fan.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

Lin Fan cried out in pain, clutching his stomach. He slowly got to his feet, looked at Wang Dong, and said:

"All right, all right! I won't hit you, okay?"

Wang Dong gave an angry huff.

"Hmph."

Lin Fan licked his lips, still tasting the faint sweetness from their kiss. Then he asked:

"Wang Dong, why do your lips taste like that? Are you a girl? Where did that fragrance come from?"

Wang Dong's heart tightened. She quickly regained her composure and snapped back:

"You're the girl! I ate some candy a little while ago. That's why it's on my lips."

Lin Fan gave her a knowing smile.

"Fine, fine. You're not a girl."

Better not ask any more. Wang Dong will probably fly into a rage if I do.