As they descended the stairs, Xiao Shaowan’s steps faltered, and she nearly slipped. Yang Haoran quickly steadied her with a pull.
“Be careful. If it’s too much, just take it slow.” He glanced at Xiao Shaowan’s legs, spread unnaturally apart. This was all his handiwork, so he couldn’t bring himself to scold her for it now.
“Mm!”
Yang Haoran’s thoughtful gesture warmed Xiao Shaowan’s heart. She sensed that beneath his devilish side, he could be surprisingly tender toward her.
“Let me support you.”
“Is that okay?”
The flush from her first time still lingered on Xiao Shaowan’s cheeks, leaving her face rosy. She blinked her clear, innocent eyes at Yang Haoran, looking utterly pitiful—a sight that actually made him chuckle.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me. Just don’t do anything to betray me, and be a good, obedient pet. Then your Master won’t punish you on a whim.” Yang Haoran’s large hand gently stroked her fair, delicate cheek as he spoke in a soft tone.
The motion was just like petting one of his own pets.
Xiao Shaowan met Yang Haoran’s deep, dark eyes, unable to fully read the young man’s true intentions. But that didn’t stop her from responding correctly in the moment.
Like a loyal pet, she nuzzled her exquisite, pretty face against his palm to show her submission. Then, in a soft, drawn-out voice, she murmured, “Mm, my Master~~”
She stretched out the ending sound, her obedience amplified by the subtle allure of her rosy little mouth.
It set Yang Haoran’s heart itching with desire. This little temptress—if the time and place allowed, he’d pin her against the stair railing and ravish her right then and there.
Xiao Shaowan caught the fire in Yang Haoran’s gaze and felt a twinge of fear. If he gave in to impulse, her lower body would pay the price again.
Thankfully, Yang Haoran didn’t succumb to lust as she dreaded. Instead, he carefully guided her down the stairs, one step at a time.
Some classrooms blazed with light, occupied by students who had arrived early for evening self-study. In the sprawling campus, diligent souls were never in short supply.
At the base of the teaching building, a cool evening breeze swept over them. Xiao Shaowan, still in her sodden panties, shivered.
Her panties and stockings were both soaked, and the chill wind seeping through the damp fabric left her feeling miserable all over—especially with the lingering ache between her legs.
Yang Haoran, who had intended to part ways there, shot her a glance. His brows furrowed slightly as he fished his phone from his pocket and checked the time: 7:03 p.m.
School let out at 5:10 p.m., and he was usually home by 5:30. Now it was past seven, and the trip back would take time. A scolding from Mom was inevitable either way.
“I’ll walk you back to your dorm.”
Yang Haoran figured he might as well play the good guy to the end. Escorting Xiao Shaowan wouldn’t change much at this point—the result back home would be the same.
“No need, Haoran. You should head home.”
With students passing by now and then, Xiao Shaowan couldn’t call him “Master” aloud. She waved him off.
“Can you make it on your own?” Yang Haoran arched a brow, his eyes flicking to the damp spot at her skirt’s crotch.
Xiao Shaowan’s cheeks colored. She had no retort. Every step rubbed her swollen folds, sending fresh waves of pain.
Heading back to the dorm alone would be a hassle. After a moment’s thought, she nodded in agreement.
They had already crossed every line they shouldn’t have—and worse was surely to come. She wasn’t worried about prying eyes.
And so, Yang Haoran supported the limping Xiao Shaowan as they made their way toward the girls’ dorms.
Paulownia trees lined the school path on both sides, their bordering streetlamps now aglow, bathing the pair in harsh white light and casting their long shadows behind them.
Students crossed paths with them from time to time—some staring in surprise, others with curiosity, and a few shooting envious looks at Yang Haoran over Xiao Shaowan’s stunning beauty.
He ignored them all until they ran into someone he never expected.
Xu Liang!
Xu Liang had sharp, handsome features and bright, lively black eyes. Dressed in a white button-up and black cropped pants, his hair impeccably styled, he carried a book under his arm. When girls greeted him, he responded with a polite smile—a picture-perfect gentleman. No wonder the campus fangirls crowned him “School Grass.”
The old tales spoke of refined scoundrels, but Xu Liang was clearly no such thing. His courtesy and poise felt genuine, likely shaped by an upbringing from a cultured family—perhaps the careful nurturing of an elegant mother, refined as any noble daughter.
He was the students’ idol, the “perfect child” parents raved about, the teachers’ star pupil—a future pillar of society in the making!
Xu Liang smiled back at the girl who had greeted him, a stranger though she was. He hated to leave anyone feeling awkward; it went against everything his mother had taught him since childhood.
He had always handled things this way, and it was second nature now.
Having flashed his smile to the now-beaming girl, Xu Liang moved to continue on his way when he spotted the pair ahead, about twenty meters off, supporting each other. The boy was looking right at him.
Xu Liang started to return a smile but froze the moment he registered the girl’s face. His expression stiffened, the grin dying on his lips.
The boy was holding the girl close, their intimacy screaming lovers. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t faze him—high school romance was their business, not his. But that face was etched in his memory: those crystalline eyes, pure and sparkling like a starry sea, haunting his dreams time and again.
Xiao Shaowan! The girl who had captivated him at first sight. He couldn’t say if it was the rush of teenage hormones or simple lust, but he had fallen hard.
Their first shared glance, those eyes locking with his, had left him spellbound. Sneaking peeks at her curvaceous figure had set his face aflame, and the sway of her long legs had carved itself into his soul.
When you fall for someone, every gesture and smile invades your thoughts unbidden. That was his reality.
His yearning took the form of letters sent her way. The first drew a reply, but the rest met silence—yet he kept at it.
An avid reader from boyhood, Xu Liang had come across a line in a book on youthful dreams: A boy in the bloom of youth without a girl to dream of is a failure, forever incomplete!
He had found his dream. For the first time, he defied his mother’s lessons, for that wild thump of his heart was intoxicating beyond words, the very air turning sweet with fragrance.
He studied Xiao Shaowan’s every move with painstaking care, sketching her campus routes in his notebooks and committing them to memory. He engineered “chance” meetings until he gathered the nerve to speak to her.
Even after endless nights of agonizing debate, his restless heart won out. He confessed on impulse—and was shot down. His mind blanked, his pounding pulse stalling in shock.
He slunk away in humiliation, but rejection doesn’t erase true affection.
He watched her from afar in silence, channeling his longing into more letters. He waited for her, sometimes daring to imagine their shared future—perhaps one day, they’d look back and share a radiant smile.
