After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

Lin Ye's tongue parted her lips.

She slightly opened her mouth.

The smell of beer returned, mixed with an indescribable sweetness from the exchange of saliva between the two.

Her tongue responded to him clumsily, like a little fish that had just learned to swim, probing, retreating, and probing again between his lips and teeth.

Lin Ye's hand slid down from the back of her head, following her neck.

My fingertips touched her collarbone.

Her collarbones were prominent, protruding from under her skin like two shallow dams.

His fingertips slid along the curve of his collarbone toward the center, down to the clavicle hollow, where a small patch of warm skin, illuminated by the streetlight, rested.

Then continue.

His hand covered her bra.

That light pink, faded cotton bra with pilling lace trim.

When his palm covered it, the first feeling was that it was huge—so huge that his fingers couldn't wrap around it, so huge that his entire palm could only cover the tip of the iceberg, so huge that the full, heavy weight came from his palm, like holding a warm, pulsating planet.

My second impression was that it was soft.

It wasn't the feel he had imagined.

It's softer, warmer, and more elastic than I imagined.

When his fingers sank in, the soft skin enveloped his knuckles as if he were wrapped in a warm, breathing cotton candy.

Shen Qing's body stiffened the moment his palm touched her.

Then it went completely soft.

It didn't soften gradually; it was as if all its bones had been removed, and it instantly turned into a puddle of water.

Her knees bent, and she leaned against him. If he hadn't had his other arm around her waist, she probably would have slid right to the ground.

Her lips parted from his, and she let out a breathy gasp, a breath that had been suppressed for a long time and finally squeezed out from the deepest part of her throat.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet bedroom, so clear that Lin Ye could hear all the information contained in that breath: nervousness, shyness, anticipation, trust, and a little bit of bewilderment that came from being touched for the first time and hadn't had time to process it.

Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her breath hot and rapid against his collarbone.

Her fingers gripped the collar of his T-shirt, her nails digging into his flesh, leaving several shallow crescent-shaped marks above his collarbone.

"elder brother……"

Her voice was muffled in the crook of his neck, indistinct and choked with sobs, "My legs went weak."

Lin Ye tightened his grip on her waist, lifting her up slightly.

She naturally shifted all her weight onto him, her feet almost off the ground, hanging on him.

He led her toward the bed.

Their intertwined bodies staggered a few steps in the dimly lit room, her canvas shoes stepping on his slippers, their footsteps mingling, indistinguishable from one another.

His calf slammed into the edge of the bed, Bai Xiaojing's single bed. The springs were completely broken, and the edge of the mattress was dented from the impact, causing the whole bed to tilt in that direction.

Lin Ye then collapsed.

It wasn't intentional; her legs simply couldn't support her anymore, and with her weight combined with his, they both fell onto the bed.

During the fall, he instinctively braced himself on the mattress with his elbow, dissipating most of the impact, but both of their bodies still bounced on the mattress.

Shen Qing lay beneath him, her long black hair spread across Bai Xiaojing's faded pillow like a splash of ink.

The light from the streetlamp shone through the gap in the curtains, falling on her face and illuminating her slightly reddened eyes, her slightly swollen lips from being kissed, and her clear eyes that were now covered with a layer of mist.

The light pink bra was still on her, but one of the straps had slipped down from her shoulder to her upper arm, revealing a small patch of skin that was almost transparently white and untouched by the sun.

Her chest heaved more violently than before. This heaving was not simply due to rapid breathing, but because her heart was beating so fast that each contraction caused her entire chest cavity to vibrate.

Lin Ye leaned over her, looking down at her.

"Shen Qing."

He called her name.

Her eyelashes trembled, then slowly, very slowly curved upwards, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

She reached out, her fingers groping for his hand, then tucked her ten fingers between his and pressed his hand against the pillow.

"elder brother."

Her voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like she was talking in her sleep.

Then she touched her collarbone with her other hand, moving from the hollow of her collarbone to the edge of her bra, hooking her fingers around the lace trim that was stretched to its limit, and pulled it down a little.

The fabric of the bra slipped down an inch, revealing deeper layers of skin that had been covered by cotton all night.

That skin had no tattoos, no scars, no trace of being harmed by the world; it was as clean as a piece of paper that had never been written on.

Her face turned bright red, burning from her cheeks to her ears, from her ears to her neck, and from her neck to her collarbone; even the newly exposed skin below her collarbone was flushed pink.

But she didn't hide.

She stared into the woods with her eyes open, the light from the streetlights falling into them and condensing into two small, sparkling points of light in her deep brown pupils.

"Be gentle."

she says.

She just looked at him, laying bare all her nervousness, fear, anticipation, and trust before him, without any concealment.

Lin Ye lowered his head and kissed her.

This kiss was different from the last one.

The kiss by the bedside just now was tentative, awkward, and filled with the unease of a first touch.

The kiss at this moment is deep, certain, and carries a sense of ritual that says, "From this moment on, everything will be different."

His lips moved away from her mouth, down her chin, across her neck, across her collarbone, and stopped at the edge of her bra that had slipped halfway down.