A tiny gasp was all Zhai Mei could react with. Gu Wei's lips pressed softly into hers as she shut her eyes, accepting without a fight.
Zhai Mei's hands tightened on Gu Wei's sweater, lips trembling at the contact.
So soft, like a furry material brushing over you.
Gu Wei kissed her softly, slowly moving his mouth against hers, as if not wanting to spook her.
Wanting more, Zhai Mei pressed closer, sliding her hands over his chest to his neck, wrapping around him and urging Gu Wei with a slight stroke of her tongue.
It was Gu Wei's turn to gasp at Zhai Mei's boldness.
A low groan ripped from him as he deepened the kiss, moulding his lips over hers fully, gripping her cheeks tighter and moving his other hand to her waist.
Gu Wei's hand settled on Zhai Mei's back, and he turned them around, urging Zhai Mei backward to the railing.
Zhai Mei made a small sound at the back of her throat, tugging at Gu Wei's hair, hips digging into the cool iron.
She pressed her lips more fully against Gu Wei's when he tried to come up for breath, sharing hers with him, fisting his hair and cherishing her kissers enjoyable sounds.
If Gu Wei had thought Zhai Mei was bold then, he was even more shocked when a leg rubbed against his and traveled up, hooking over him.
Gu Wei's brain vacated his head, leaving him alone with his desire to kiss Zhai Mei for as long and as hard as he could.
Gu Wei had never felt that way before, never had the pending need to do something so strong he couldn't resist.
Couldn't resist digging a hand into Zhai Mei's thighs and pulling her into him, their bodies pressed closely together without a single breath of air.
Zhai Mei's blue shirt against his black cotton sweater.
Both of them ravaged each other like two beings starved for so long, now they couldn't get enough of each other.
Zhai Mei's packed ponytail was getting in the way. Gu Wei wanted to run his hands through them, stroke her scalp, and feel the weight of her curly strands.
Tugging at Zhai Mei's ponytail, Gu Wei slowed them down, pulling back slightly, his lips still brushing Zhai Mei's.
They were both breathing heavily, shuddering against each other at the intensity of what they'd done, and all thoughts revolved around the other person's warmth.
Snaking a finger into Zhai Mei's hairband, Gu Wei paused for a moment, waiting for permission to do as he pleased.
But as far as Zhai Mei was concerned, Gu Wei could do anything, and she enunciated it by gripping Gu Wei's hand and guiding it down, slowly stripping her hair of its ponytail.
The curly strands bounced over her back as they were set free, their brown colours turning a lighter shade of molten in the sun.
Snaking a part of the slim blue hairband over his teeth, Gu Wei stretched it, putting his hand through the hole, wearing the band on his wrist.
Then, very softly, he patted Zhai Mei's head, sifting his hand through the strands one by one, feeling their velvet against his fingers, the curls refusing to let him go.
Gu Wei went deeper, rubbing his hand into her scalp, prompting a moan from Zhai Mei.
Gu Wei did it again, his gaze fixed on her face. Zhai Mei's eyes were closed, head tilted back to rub closer on Gu Wei's fingers.
Gu Wei couldn't resist the expression on her face, removing his other hand from her thigh and joining them with the one in her hair, sliding it over Zhai Mei's scalp again, this time with a small tug.
Zhai Mei's lips parted as a sound managed to escape them.
Gu Wei captured her mouth in his again, swallowing the low whimper in her throat, nose brushing her cheek as he sucked on her lips, going deeper with every stroke.
Heavy breathing and the occasional moan were the only sounds on the roof.
Hair was bunched together, clothes were tugged at, and lips were bitten, but still the two people didn't stop.
The thought never crossed their minds at that moment.
It was only when Zhai Mei spread her legs wider, pushing Gu Wei between her thighs and forcing a reaction out of his body, that Gu Wei's brain finally caught up with him.
Zhai Mei's hand was under his sweater, nails digging into his side, her other hand was still in his hair, fisting so tightly Gu Wei felt the stings in his scalp.
Gu Wei himself had slid Zhai Mei's skirt up to her knees, her leg still clinging to him, his hand still assaulting Zhai Mei's hair.
Coming to the slow realisation of what they were doing, Gu Wei's eyes flew open, and he ripped his lips away from Zhai Mei's.
Her teeth nicked his bottom lip at the force, and blood welled up in the wound.
Zhai Mei blinked her eyes open, not knowing why they had stopped, until she took in their position.
Hands on Gu Wei's skin, Gu Wei's hands on the back of her bare knee, Gu Wei between her legs.
Zhai Mei gasped in horror, her hands clenching at the scandalous position they were in.
Gu Wei's hair bore the brunt of it. Adding to the pain of his hurt lips, the boy let out a pained hiss.
However, Zhai Mei wasn't focused on him, as her wide eyes strayed to the door at the sound of footsteps.
Before Gu Wei could complain about the ache in his head, Zhai Mei pushed him away with so much force that Gu Wei stumbled back four steps and landed on one of the chaises by the wall.
Zhai Mei didn't so much as look at him as she fixed her clothes, ran a hand through her disheveled hair, and wiped her lips, all with the efficiency of someone who had done so a thousand times.
It was only when the door opened and Ling Jie peeked her head through that Gu Wei understood why Zhai Mei had pushed him away so brutally.
He sat upright on the chaise and crossed his legs, sucking his lower lip between his teeth to hide the nick.
Ling Jie bounced over, cluelessly hugging a red-faced Zhai Mei. Pulling back and hugging repeatedly several times in her eager mood as she talked.
"Zhai Mei Jie! Zhai Mei Jie! I learned how to say hi and thank you. Also, I got a name sign! Made one myself! Mo Ran helped with the right movements, but I have a name sign! I'll learn it all soon, and then we'll be best friends. I can't wait to rub it in Gege's face… Jie, what's wrong with your hair? Why'd you let it down?"
Ling Jie pulled back from her excited hug and frowned at Zhai Mei's rough appearance. Swollen lips, hair sticking on all sides, her Jie Jie's pink cheeks.
Zhai Mei smoothed a hand over her hair and patted around her skirt, taking out her phone and typing quickly.
Her device played out the familiar automated voice.
"The wind's cold up here. I didn't bring my scarf, so I let my hair down. Why don't you show me your name sign? And all the signs you learned, I'll judge your skills."
At Zhai Mei's mention of a cold wind, Ling Jie squinted at the bright sun burning down on the roof, then at Gu Wei's figure, ignoring them like they didn't exist.
His hair was even worse than Zhai Mei's, and Ling Jie's mouth opened in shock as she put two and two together.
Ling Jie's gaze flickered between her Gege and her Jie Jie. "You two… "