After her dramatic cousin stopped acting up, the aloof doctor got anxious.

The camera zooms in from a wide shot to a close-up, then a special shot.

The special effect focused on their intertwined lips for a good ten seconds.

Zhou Lan felt a little hot.

The entire audience began to stir.

Everyone present was in pairs, some embracing, some hugging, some kissing.

The seats are two-seaters, soft and cozy, like small sofas.

Zhou Lan and Wei Jing sat in the middle row, looking out of place.

As the passion intensified, intimate whispers filled the air.

Zhou Lan and Wei Jing also had dry mouths and throats.

It's being broadcast live.

On the screen, the male and female protagonists are unbuttoning their clothes.

The director understands very well what the audience wants to see.

Every frame is precisely timed to make your heart race.

At the bottom of the screen, the couple on the left have already started kissing.

The couple on the right have their hands inside their clothes.

Zhou Lan glanced at Wei Jing, who was sitting upright, but his ears were red.

Zhou Lan swallowed hard. "Um, how about we give each other a kiss?"

Wei Jing suddenly turned his head.

"What?"

Zhou Lan pointed around and said, "Give me a kiss! When in Rome, do as the Romans do, otherwise it'll seem so out of place!"

Wei Jing licked his lips.

"Is it okay?"

Zhou Lan leaned closer, her nose almost touching his, "I said it's okay, so it's okay, just for a moment."

"Stamp it."

"To prove that we've both seen this movie."

Wei Jing looked at her.

Her lips were pink and plump, like cherries.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and a certain longing arose in his heart.

"OK."

Zhou Lan closed her eyes.

She was very nervous.

Despite her tendency to talk a lot of nonsense, she has never even held a boy's hand.

This was her first kiss.

Wei Jing leaned closer, his lips almost touching hers.

"etc."

Zhou Lan suddenly opened her eyes.

Do you have garlic breath?

Wei Jing: "..."

That's such a spoilsport.

"You ate garlic at the Hunan restaurant just now..."

"no."

"real?"

"Smell it if you don't believe me."

"..."

"To kiss or not?"

"relative."

The two of them moved forward at the same time.

"Bang!"

Their foreheads collided.

"hiss…"

"pain."

Why are you moving forward?

Why are you moving forward?

The surrounding audience turned their heads and saw two complete idiots.

Zhou Lan covered her forehead, while Wei Jing rubbed his chin.

The two looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing.

Zhou Lan waved her hand, "Never mind, maybe next time."

"next time?"

She turned her head and continued watching the movie, "Next time, let's find a secluded spot."

"Kiss slowly."

Wei Jing: "You mean...?"

"Wei Jing, I want to sleep with you."

Wei Jing: "..."

What kind of insolent and lewd words are these?

……

When Shen Ruo returned home, the entryway light was on and the television was humming.

Shen Yulan was watching a TV series when she said, "Ruoruo's back? Come, come, sit down. Your aunt has something to ask you."

Shen Ruo changed her shoes and went over, already having guessed seven or eight parts of the story.

"Who did you eat with? A man or a woman?"

Shen Ruo smiled and said, "Auntie is just a colleague."

"Are they really colleagues?"

"Really, Auntie."

Shen Yulan turned her head, her gaze lingering on her face. Confirming there were no signs of romance, she sighed in disappointment.

"Alright, go take a shower, you smell like chili peppers."

Shen Ruoruo felt as if she had been granted a pardon and rushed upstairs with her bag.

Qi Wenshen leaned against the stairwell, his eyes flashing.

"I'm going to the study."

Shen Yulan's attention was entirely on the play, so she just hummed in agreement.

The bathroom was filled with steam.

Shen Ruo soaked herself in the bathtub, the hot water washing over her collarbone, which felt very comfortable.

Lele's problem is solved.

She happily hummed a song, but the tune was completely off-key.

I washed my inner thighs, my fingertips touching that patch of skin.

There is still a slight pain.

She muttered angrily, "Qi Wenshen, you bastard."

I knew you would miss me.

A soft chuckle came from the side.

Shen Ruo was so frightened that she almost screamed, splashing water all over the floor.

She shrank down until the water covered her chin, leaving only her eyes visible.

"How did you get in?"

Qi Wenshen stood by the bathtub, his black shirt unbuttoned at the top three buttons, revealing a large expanse of his chest.

"You came in after opening the door."

"..."

Shen Ruo was so angry that she wanted to throw the bath sponge at his face.

Is that what she meant?

Did you knock?

Come in.

"Get out, I'm taking a shower."

She grabbed some bubbles and threw them at him.

He smiled, his eyes deep and dark. "I'm still washing up, why don't we go together?"

Shen Ruo's face flushed red.

A bath for two?

She saw Qi Wenshen actually start taking off his clothes.

The shirt fell to the ground.

The belt clicked.

Pants…

"I...I've washed it clean, you wash it yourself."

She stammered, grabbed a towel, and prepared to wrap herself in it and run.

As soon as she stepped out of the bathtub, he stopped her with one hand.

With a gentle tug of her other hand, the bath towel that she hadn't had time to wrap herself in fell to the ground.

There was no obstruction between the two.

Shen Ruo froze, her face turning as red as a peeled shrimp.

Male hormones surge, like a mountain pressing down.

Shen Ruo dared not look and closed her eyes.

The moment I touched those burning hot breasts, my body went limp.

This body is too sensitive.

She cursed herself inwardly. The other person hadn't even done anything yet, and she already had feelings for him. Couldn't she have been a little more assertive?

Before she could say anything more, Qi Wenshen lowered his head and covered her lips with his.

Qi Wenshen pinned her against the washbasin.

The cool marble pressed against her back and his burning chest.

Ice and Fire.

Shen Ruo felt very uncomfortable being flirted with by him.

But that guy just kept stirring things up without putting them out.

His lips stopped in front of her.

Shen Ruo held his head in her arms.

Qi Wenshen stepped back, looking at the charming and alluring woman in front of him.

"Shen Ruo."

He called out in a hoarse voice.

"Um?"

Do you love me?

Shen Ruo remained silent.

She took his hand and led him to a secluded spot in the garden.

A dark flame flickered in Qi Wenshen's pupils.

He carried Shen Ruo back to bed.

Their lips met, leaving only muffled murmurs.

The water vapor was thick, making the mirror blurry.

An hour passed.

Shen Ruo lay helplessly on the bed.

I was so angry I could have punched a brick wall.

Qi Wenshen, that bastard.

Thinking about how she had just lost control, her face flushed red again, much to her chagrin.

"Are you still feeling unwell?"

He asked in a hoarse voice.

Shen Ruo pulled the blanket over her head, refusing to look at him.

"It hurts."

"Stubborn to the end."

He laughed and pulled her, blanket and all, into his arms.

"It's my turn."

"What?"

Qi Wenshen pulled her hand down to her waist.

He whispered, his lips brushing against her earlobe, "Here."

"Please help me too."

Shen Ruo: "..."

"Qi Wenshen..."

"I'm here."

"You...you do it yourself, I don't have the strength."

He groaned, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. "No, you can't."

Shen Ruo's face was burning hot.

The air inside the blanket was thin, and his scent filled the air.

She hesitated for three seconds.

"Ruoruo".

"Um?"

"hurry up……"

"..."

Until Shen Ruo's palm felt warm.

"Ruoruo".

"what?"

I miss you so much.

Shen Ruo: "..."

She grabbed a pillow and threw it at his face.

……

"Ruoruo? Are you asleep?"

The two froze simultaneously.

"Auntie, I'm getting ready for bed. Is there something you need?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to tell you not to stay up late watching short dramas, and to go to bed early."

Shen Ruo breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, I didn't come in to chat.

Shen Yulan, who had been through it all, would certainly know what that smell was like.