As soon as I stepped onto the cold concrete rooftop, the evening wind swept over me, carrying a bit of dust and the lingering warmth of the distant city. A figure leaned against the shadow of the reservoir.
It is an ear of wheat.
The streetlights hadn't yet taken over the area, leaving it dim, but I still recognized her at a glance.
He was wearing a large navy blue hooded sweatshirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his taut forearms.
The hoodie hem only reached the top of her thighs, and two tanned, firm, and slender legs were bare and exposed to the cool air, making one's eyes burn – they were indeed super short shorts, with very little fabric, hidden under the hoodie, completely invisible, leaving only the legs.
"Brother Mo!" She was like a springy rabbit whose switch had been flipped, her eyes suddenly shining brightly, instantly dispelling the dim shadows.
Before I could even get my footing, she had already rushed over with a gust of wind, not running, but pouncing!
The warm air, carrying body heat and a hint of clean soap scent and the steam from a recent bath, suddenly slammed into my arms.
Her arms were like iron hoops, tightly gripping my waist. The force was so great that it felt like she wanted to crush me and press me into her warm, elastic breasts, even through my hoodie.
"I thought you weren't coming!" She buried her face in my shoulder and rubbed it against me. Her voice came through the fabric, buzzing and trembling a little, but mostly filled with barely suppressed excitement.
My heart pounded as she struck me, and my nose was filled with the fresh scent of her neck, mixed with the lingering moisture from her recent shower, and... a hint of reckless arrogance.
"Who dares to disobey Wan Suiye's threats?" My throat was a little dry as I replied, trying to recapture some of my "good brother" vibe, but I didn't know where to put my hands, which hovered over the back of her sweaty hoodie.
She pulled away from my embrace a little and looked up at me. The rooftop was dimly lit, so I couldn't see if her face was flushed, but her eyes were incredibly bright, like searchlights in the night, staring straight at me.
The crazy energy he had just displayed suddenly subsided, and he became somewhat cautious.
"Silence..." This time, he didn't call her "Brother Mo," but used her full name, as if he were making a final confirmation.
"That day... what we talked about in the alley... whether you like me or not... I don't care. I just want to ask..." She took a breath, her chest heaving noticeably, "In your heart... is there even a tiny bit... that you like me?"
Her voice wasn't loud, and it was a bit scattered by the wind, but every word hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Just a little bit," she held up her little finger, gesturing to indicate the size of a fingernail, staring intently into my eyes. "Don't lie to me, and don't force yourself. I just want to know, when you watched me run over, when I carried you home, when I stole your ribs… were you annoyed with me? Or… even just a tiny bit, were you happy?"
My throat felt like it was blocked with a handful of rough sand. My head was buzzing, filled with that damned "good brother" label, hanging there stiffly.
Damn it, system, are you kidding me? What kind of brotherly love story is this? He ran into my arms? And with so much leg showing…
Time seemed to stand still, as if blown by the wind.
The silence, lasting only a few seconds, felt as long as several winters on the chilly rooftop.
The faint light in Maisui's eyes dimmed little by little as I fell silent.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't, and it turned into an extremely ugly, self-deprecating smile.
She sniffed sharply, as if trying to fill her lungs with air, her voice suddenly hardening, carrying that familiar, gruff tone, as if trying to conceal something: "Fine! I get it! I was just being nosy! You..."
Before she could finish speaking, she turned to leave. Her movements were as swift as a shadow, carrying a resolute determination, her bare legs dazzlingly white in the dim light.
The body moves faster than the brain.
The instant her shoulders parted from mine, I reached out and grabbed her wrist with a snap.
It was icy cold, and underneath it was a rapidly pounding pulse, each beat striking my fingertips.
"...I like it."
I heard my own voice, dry and hoarse like a broken gong, forced out from deep in my throat.
Mai Sui looked as if the pause button had been pressed.
I abruptly stopped, my body frozen in place, only the hand I was gripping was trembling slightly.
She turned her head inch by inch, extremely slowly, her profile so taut in the dim light that you could see her clenched teeth.
"...Really?" The two words were squeezed out between her teeth, filled with deep doubt and a hint of fear of breaking.
The evening breeze made her short, wispy blue-purple hair flutter wildly across her forehead. I looked into her eyes, and the darkness that had just been extinguished was being reignited by something new.
My Adam's apple bobbed violently, as if I wanted to nail that sentence to the spot: "Really."
She had barely finished speaking when she bumped back.
This time it was fiercer and more urgent than the last time, like a cannonball hitting me straight in the arms.
The scent of soap and the steam, mixed with her suddenly rising body temperature, enveloped me completely.
I instinctively hugged her tightly. Her bare waist under the sweatshirt was smooth and supple in my palm, and the heat of her skin burned directly into my hand through the thin fabric.
She gave me no time to react, her burning cheek brushing against my chin with a reckless force.
Then, she stood on tiptoe—her height was outstanding among girls, but at this moment she was still a little short—and her soft, slightly anxious, trembling lips clumsily and haphazardly pressed against my lips.
I bumped into it, and it hurts a little.
Like a piece of freshly melted fruit candy, sweet and soft, but covered with a hard, unripe shell.
She was probably holding her breath, because when she kissed me she just kept biting, her wet, hot lips rubbing against mine, it hurt a little and felt a little numb.
Her small nose pressed against the side of my face, her rapid, hot breath pounding against my skin. She tried to pry it open, but couldn't figure out how, only managing to struggle with her teeth, like a little animal, both fierce and silly.
It's too rough.
I thought to myself, my mind is a little hazy.
This girl usually uses all her fierce drive on competing.
The strength in his waist and arms didn't loosen, and his other hand involuntarily slid up to press against the back of her slightly sweaty neck, which felt a little cold.
The skin beneath my fingertips tightened instantly.
"Silly girl, who's going to suffocate..." I mumbled, my lips moving slightly, parting a tiny gap, but instead of letting her pull away, I guided her, my tongue lightly brushing against her tightly pursed lips, like soothing a ruffled little animal, "...take a breath...yes...open your mouth..."
Mai Sui's body stiffened abruptly, then, as if receiving some mysterious command, the arms that were tightly wrapped around my waist tightened even more, as if afraid I would run away.
A muffled whimper escaped his throat, and his lips parted slightly.
A sweet, warm breath, carrying her unique scent, wafted out. Without further hesitation, I pressed it back with undeniable force. My tongue pried open the loosened barrier and slipped inside.
It was incredibly warm and moist inside, like a maze I had suddenly stumbled into. My tongue, without any sense of direction, touched the tip of her teeth, and that hard spot made a slight bump.
She tried to close her mouth again as if she had been electrocuted, her body trembling violently in my arms.
The hand pressing down on the back of her neck applied a bit of force, the burning skin and taut muscles beneath the palm sending out chaotic signals.
"…Don't bite…" I warned in a muffled voice, my breathing becoming labored and labored.
A muffled nasal sound came from her throat, like she had given up resisting, or like she was sobbing. She tried awkwardly to respond, her tongue timidly and tentatively touching mine.
Soft and moist, with a hint of the cloying sweetness of the orange hard candy she might have eaten that night.
It felt like having a piece of melting popping candy in your mouth.
I teased, entangled, and sucked on her clumsy tongue, patiently teaching her to gradually give in and become more persistent.
Each tender stirring brought forth a short, sharp breath from her throat, her body growing softer and softer in my arms, her taut muscles melting like ice cream.
The arms wrapped around my waist loosened their grip, slid down, and hung loosely around my neck, their palms sweaty and hot against the skin of the back of my neck.
The panting grew heavier, not just mine, but a mingling of breaths, wet and stifling in the evening breeze, sticky and inseparable.
The scent of sun-baked grass mixed with her own sweat and the warm, sultry smell of her sweatshirt fabric enveloped me completely, like sinking into a sweet, scalding swamp.
I don't know how much time passed, maybe only a few dozen seconds, but I felt like she was about to turn into a puddle of water.
The fingers pressed against her back could clearly feel the intense undulation of her shoulder blades.
I slowly, little by little, withdrew, ending this sticky, entangled struggle.
With the last touch, the tip of his tongue traced across her palate, causing her to shudder violently and whimper like a kitten.
When their lips parted, they made a soft "pop" sound.
Mai Sui could barely stand, hanging on my arm, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.
In the darkness, those eyes seemed to have been washed with water, covered with a layer of mist, shining brightly, yet with a hazy, post-apocalyptic quality.
Their lips were glistening, with traces of the dampness we had smeared on them.
She took a few breaths to catch her breath, her eyes darting around, not daring to look at me. She licked her wet, swollen, and shiny lips, the action carrying an unconsciously alluring charm.
Then, she raised a burning hot hand and rubbed it haphazardly against the corner of her mouth, her voice hoarse and strained with suspicion and a hint of jealousy:
"Damn... Silent you... How come you're so good at kissing?" Her finger poked my chest with a bit of force, as if questioning, "Did you... practice with Su Wantang... before? Hmm?"
The slight upward inflection of that "practiced" tone, like a little hook, was slightly sour. My heart skipped a beat.
The shadows of the dimly lit rooftop instantly transformed into the damp, cramped space of a narrow bathroom, and into the panicked crimson beneath a young girl's skirt... My throat felt a little dry.
"…Hmm." I looked at her eyes, which were still shining brightly in the dim light, nodded, and admitted to this convenient yet damned misunderstanding.
The mist in Mai Sui's eyes instantly froze into ice crystals, and the soft, hazy feeling from before was completely replaced by a fierce possessiveness.
Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, or a small animal trying to reclaim its territory.
"I knew it!" She gritted her teeth and forced out the words, her voice filled with a reckless arrogance, her eyes so fierce they could devour me.
The next second, she suddenly pulled down my neck, the collar of her hoodie brushing against my chin.
Hot, panting lips pressed against mine again!
This time it wasn't a test; it was a pure siege.
With a raw, youthful ferocity, it sucked and crushed haphazardly, its tongue rushing in, eagerly licking away all the traces left from our earlier struggle.
She clumsily imitated the rhythm I had just guided her to, as if declaring some kind of sovereignty, wildly chasing and entwining my tongue, biting and nibbling, the hot breath and saliva mixed with the cloying sweetness of orange candy exchanging even more intensely.
My breathing was forced to stop again, and my lungs felt burning. She bit my chin, and it hurt a little.
I wrapped my arms around her, cradling the back of her head, and responded with even deeper and more forceful movements, silencing her chaotic protests in a warm, humid embrace.
His palms roamed over her back, which was only covered by a thin sweatshirt, feeling the taut, sweaty skin beneath the fabric, and the firm, alluring indentation of her waist.
She was almost suffocating when she suddenly jerked her head back and broke free.
"Ha—ah—! Ugh…" Rapid breathing tore through the thick air on the rooftop.
The evening breeze sent a shiver down one's spine, and the once burning kiss felt like it had been doused with a bucket of cold water.
Wheat, panting heavily, pulled away from my embrace slightly. Her strikingly bright eyes stared intently at me in the dim light, churning with an emotion I had never seen before—a mixture of doubt and intense possessiveness.
Her chest was still heaving violently, and the collar of her sweat-soaked hoodie was askew, revealing a small patch of her collarbone that had turned pink from the heat.
That fierce yet clumsy kiss had drained her of her last bit of oxygen, and it seemed to have also exhausted all her pretense.
She licked her still red, swollen, and shiny lips, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the hem of her oversized hoodie until her knuckles turned white.
"Silence..." The voice was a little hoarse and trembling, no longer the boisterous "Master Wan Sui" of before, but shrouded in unease, "...Su Wantang...she..."
She took a breath, as if making a decision, her eyes sharpening, "...Have you...done it?"
I was taken aback by her question, my mind still lingering on the afterglow of our wet kiss, and for a moment I didn't realize what she meant by "did it": "What?"
She didn't speak, her gaze meeting mine with a desperate, all-or-nothing intensity. Then, to my astonishment, the hand clutching her hem suddenly jerked upwards!
The hem of the oversized, thick navy blue sweatshirt was instantly lifted up to the waist!
As if struck by a silent thunderbolt, my mind went blank, and I froze completely.
The moonlight sparingly cast down a few dappled halos, perfectly illuminating the suddenly exposed landscape.
There was no hem of the shorts as I had expected.
There's nothing there!
Two legs, still appearing healthy and toned even in the dim light, stretched straight upwards. And in that hidden triangle where the legs met…
Messy! Thick! Dark pubic hair with a touch of wildness, growing unrestrained like untrimmed weeds, damp with sweat, clinging tightly to the slightly raised mons pubis.
A few glistening water droplets slid down the curled fur, shimmering alluringly in the dim light.
Even more startling was that, hidden beneath the dense forest, two full, pink, tightly closed flower petals were slightly moist.
A thin, clear, viscous fluid slowly seeped from the depths of that hidden crevice, trailing along the slightly parted inner lips, forming an extremely slow, extremely viscous thread before finally dripping down—
"despair."
An extremely faint sound rang out as it struck the cold concrete. The tiny drop of liquid, reflecting the faint moonlight, landed precisely where it had fallen.
The air, which was originally filled with the smell of hoodies, soap, and sweat, was instantly overwhelmed by a fresh, moist scent that carried a faint grassy astringency and a hint of mature sweetness—her unique aroma.
It was so strong that it made my nasal cavity tingle and went straight to my brain.
Damn... My mind went blank. I felt like something was choking me, and my eyes were fixed on the incredibly bright and wet sight in the darkness. I couldn't move.
Mai Sui stared intently at my reaction. Her tense body relaxed abruptly, as if receiving some kind of confirmation, amidst my momentary daze and undisguised shock.
The previous unease and ferocity vanished, replaced by an almost desperate composure, even tinged with a smug "see?" attitude.
"Ha..." She chuckled softly, her voice hoarse from the heavy breathing and a strange sense of relief. "As expected, there wasn't any."
The next second, her voice rose a few decibels, crisp and decisive, without any hesitation, each word hitting my ears: "Come on, do it with me!"
My heart felt like it had been squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, then violently thrown back into my wildly beating chest! All the blood in my body was rushing and surging down to my lower abdomen.
"MaiMai." I didn't call her "Master Wansui." My voice was so dry that it sounded unfamiliar even to myself. I struggled to lift my gaze from the wet landscape and met her bright eyes. "Are you… serious?" My Adam's apple bobbed.
She met my gaze without flinching, like a mother leopard locking onto her target: "Yes!"
"No regrets?" My gaze unconsciously swept over that exposed, wild area again, my mouth dry.
"No regrets!" she said decisively, her chin slightly raised. "I like your silence! I want to get there before her!"