As soon as Xiong Yibai finished speaking,
Feng Miwan’s heart pounded wildly. She thought a storm was coming, but Xiong Yibai merely propped herself up above her,
gazing at her quietly for a few seconds before reaching out to undo the top button of her pajama top.
The movement carried no desire; it was more like prepping for surgery.
“Wait…”
Feng Miwan grabbed her wrist.
“Yibai, I…”
Xiong Yibai paused. “Not okay?”
Feng Miwan denied it immediately.
“No! It’s just… I feel a bit… insecure.”
The corner of Xiong Yibai’s mouth curved up.
She took Feng Miwan’s hand in hers and pressed her palm against her own chest.
“Feel this.”
Feng Miwan felt the equally rapid heartbeat beneath her palm.
So… Yibai wasn’t as calm as she appeared on the surface.
This realization relaxed Feng Miwan.
Xiong Yibai leaned down and whispered in her ear,
“Theory says the first step is building trust, ensuring both parties are relaxed. Your muscles are too tense, Little Honey.”
Her fingers trailed slowly down Feng Miwan’s spine, finding the stiff muscle groups caused by tension.
“Here,”
her fingertips pressed at one spot.
“Here,”
they moved to her lower back, “they all need to relax.”
…
This sensation was too strange, like physical therapy but amplified a thousandfold with heart palpitations.
It was as if tiny fireflies ignited, lighting up the unfamiliar night.
“You… are you… giving me an exam, Dr. Xiong?”
“You could put it that way.”
…
It was like suddenly stumbling upon a flower bud glistening with morning dew, so startling that she held her breath.
“Very direct response.”
A breeze rustled through the pine forest on the mountain.
Feng Miwan felt both shy and annoyed by Xiong Yibai’s clinical, research-like attitude, which sparked her competitive spirit.
She suddenly exerted force, trying to turn the tables—
“I’ve studied some human anatomy too!”
Unfortunately, her resistance was futile against the prepared Xiong Yibai.
Xiong Yibai simply used her knee to block the exertion point and deftly twisted her wrist, pinning her down securely once more.
“Nice idea, but poor execution. You forgot the leverage principle works in my favor.”
Unwilling to give up, Feng Miwan arched her waist while her other hand shot toward Xiong Yibai’s arm, trying to pry it open with technique.
Xiong Yibai anticipated the move. As Feng Miwan exerted force, she shifted slightly to deflect it,
while her free hand captured the incoming wrist and smoothly pinned both of Feng Miwan’s arms above her head.
Feng Miwan panted, feeling like she was on the racetrack with her route completely read by her opponent—every struggle effortlessly countered.
Feng Miwan: “…”
She finally gave up resisting.
“Yibai, how much… weird knowledge have you actually studied?”
Xiong Yibai lowered her head.
“Enough to leave you completely stalled tonight.”
From there, Xiong Yibai fully demonstrated what it meant to put theory into practice.
…
The race car was fully taken over by the top engineer, who seized control of the systems.
…
…
Over the mountaintop awash in rosy glows, only the starry river swirled before her eyes, blurring dream and reality.
…
It was a long while before Feng Miwan slowly descended from that floating state.
Xiong Yibai pushed herself up, smoothed her disheveled long hair, and reached to pick her up.
“Wait…” Feng Miwan pressed her arm. “I can walk myself.”
She grabbed a bathrobe and slipped it on, heading to the bathroom.
As she went to close the door, she found Xiong Yibai following her in, casually locking it behind them.
“You…”
Feng Miwan clutched the collar of her bathrobe.
“Why don’t you wait in bed?”
Xiong Yibai leaned against the bathroom door.
“It’s fine. I’ll wait right here.”
Feng Miwan hesitated, caught in a dilemma.
Seeing her frozen, Xiong Yibai raised an eyebrow.
“Want me to help you wash?”
“No, no need!”
Feng Miwan’s ears burned. She gritted her teeth, turned her back, shed the bathrobe, and turned on the shower.
She could feel that gaze roaming over her body. The sound of water echoed in the cramped space, but it couldn’t drown out her quickening heartbeat.
Suddenly, Feng Miwan shut off the water, spun around, and in two steps grabbed Xiong Yibai’s collar.
“Staring so intently… you know looking costs a ticket.”
…
An undisturbed mountain stream, scented with pine needles, enveloped them.
“Didn’t I already pay the ticket?”
“That doesn’t count!”
“I think it does.”
The showerhead was accidentally knocked on, warm water cascading down…
…
In the mist, they vied for direction. Seeking the lighthouse.
Xiong Yibai returned her kiss but pinned her mischievous wrist behind her back.
This position forced Feng Miwan to press even closer.
…
Like spring breeze over dew-kissed grass.
…
…
Flowers swaying faintly in the gale, petals trembling lightly.
…
…
A kitten caught by the scruff of its neck.
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