His physiological preference

The moment the door closed, Yang Zhiyan opened her eyes. Her eyes were not sleepy; they were bright, alert, and held a hint of cunning.

She looked at Qin Yuzheng and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"You're not asleep?" Qin Yuzheng's eyes were full of laughter.

Yang Zhiyan didn't speak. Her hand slid from his shoulder to his neck, pulled his head down, and pressed her lips to his.

She still tasted fruit wine in her mouth, sweet, like summer fruit hard candy.

Qin Yuzheng held her tightly, without letting go.

Her body pressed against his, and through the thin fabric, he could feel her warmth. Perhaps because she had drunk a little wine, she seemed even more tender and alluring.

His lips kissed all the way down to her chin and neck.

Yang Zhiyan tilted her head back, leaning against the wall in the entryway. Her fingers ran through his hair.

He kissed her, supporting her hips with one hand while unbuttoning the top two buttons of her shirt with the other.

The kiss landed on her collarbone, stopping at the pendant.

Metallic, cool, pressed against her skin. His lips covered hers, and through the thin metal, he felt her heartbeat.

The two kissed all the way to the bedroom.

Yang Zhiyan was laid down on the bed. The sheets were light-colored and cool.

The cool sheets pressed against her back, and she flinched. His hand patted her back to warm her up.

She tugged at Qin Yuzheng's clothes and touched his abs. He felt great; she always thought so.

Hard, chunky pieces. Her fingers slowly traced the grooves of his abdominal muscles.

Qin Yuzheng's body tensed up, and his breathing changed from steady to rapid.

His fingers moved from her waist to her lower abdomen, and then further down. He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, and they were both breathing heavily.

"Baby." His voice was hoarse with desire.

Yang Zhiyan closed her eyes, her fingers gripping the bed sheet tightly.

Then she opened her eyes, looked at Qin Yuzheng's face with a sly smile, and pushed Qin Yuzheng away.

Qin Yuzheng was pushed backward by her sudden push.

He looked at her, his expression blank, innocent, and at a loss.

Yang Zhiyan had already sat up in bed, slid off the edge of the bed, and ran barefoot into the bathroom.

"I want to take a shower!" Her voice came from the bathroom, tinged with a smug, mischievous laugh.

Qin Yuzheng sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

The tap was turned on, and the water was gushing out.

He lowered his head, looked at himself, sighed, and leaned against the headboard.

"Baby, you're drunk and can't wash yourself. Let me help you." He stood up, walked to the bathroom door, and pushed it open. It wasn't locked.

When he walked in, Yang Zhiyan was standing under the showerhead, water flowing down her shoulders and back...

As she turned to look at him, tears streamed down her face. Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Qin Yuzheng went in, and water was poured on him, soaking his clothes and making them stick to his body.

He reached out and turned off the shower, then lowered his head and kissed her.

The two of them fooled around in the bathroom for a long time.

The water was turned on and off repeatedly, filling the entire bathroom with steam. A layer of white mist condensed on the glass door, reflecting two blurry, overlapping shadows.

Yang Zhiyan couldn't remember when he carried her out of the bathroom.

All she remembered was his chest against her back, his lips against her earlobe, and his fingers tracing circles on her lower abdomen, as if drawing a painting that would never be finished.

When he put her on the bed, her mind was a complete mess, churned up by alcohol and him; she couldn't think straight.

All they knew was that his body was hot, and her body was hot too. When the two kinds of heat collided, sparks flew, and it was impossible to tell which was more passionate.

Qin Yuzheng leaned down and looked at her face. Her face was flushed, her eyes were half-closed, and her lips were slightly parted.

She looks delicate and delicious.

"Baby," he called out.

Yang Zhiyan opened her eyes and looked at him. His eyes held a mixture of greed, tenderness, and ferocity, like a wolf that had been starving for a long time finally spotting its prey.

He's finally going to eat meat.

Yang Zhiyan's fingers gripped the bedsheet tightly. Her brows furrowed, and she bit her lower lip to stifle any sound.

Her body was as stiff as a stone, and Qin Yuzheng stopped, not daring to move.

He lowered his head and kissed away the tears that welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"pain……"

She gripped his arm. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his arm, her nails embedding themselves and leaving crescent-shaped marks.

"Don't……"

Qin Yuzheng supported her.

Then slowly kiss, caress, relax...

"alright……"

After a short while...

Qin Yuzheng froze, another kind of awkwardness spreading through him.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, not looking up. Her ears turned red with embarrassment.

He really only used a small amount of force... but last time when he used his hand, it lasted a long time.

Yang Zhiyan's hand stopped on his back, and she didn't say anything.

Qin Yuzheng rolled off her and lay down beside her, face up, with one hand on his forehead, covering his eyes.

He still held her hand with his other hand, without letting go.

"Baby, I..." His voice was muffled, coming from under his palm.

Qin Yuzheng was unwilling to accept this, and comforted himself, "It's always like this the first time."

"Let's do it again." His voice was low as he pleaded with Yang Zhiyan to let him regroup.

Yang Zhiyan shook her head. "It hurts."

Qin Yuzheng did not give up.

He slowly seduced Yang Zhiyan, kissing her nose, lips, and earlobe.

His fingers slowly moved up from her waist, finding her softest spot, and gently massaged it.

"Baby." His voice was hoarse, sticky, and pleading.

Yang Zhiyan's body went limp. She nodded.

Qin Yuzheng kissed her again.

This time it lasted a long time.

Yang Zhiyan felt as if her bones had been broken apart and then reassembled, and she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.

Qin Yuzheng finally won this protracted war.

Yang Zhiyan was in his arms, her eyes closed, her breathing gradually calming down.

Her fingers were still on his back, holding Qin Yuzheng.

"What time is it?" Yang Zhiyan was tired and sleepy...

Qin Yuzheng glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. "A little past three..."

Yang Zhiyan buried her face in his chest and stopped moving. She was asleep, her breathing long and even, her eyelashes casting a small fan-shaped shadow beneath her eyelids.

Qin Yuzheng didn't sleep. He lay there, one arm around her, the other slowly stroking her hair in the darkness.

He couldn't suppress a smile. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

I went to the bathroom to get some warm water, dried her off with a towel, changed the sheets and her pajamas, and covered her with the blanket up to her chin.

After finishing all that, he lay back down next to her and pulled her into his arms.

She snuggled closer to him in her sleep, finding a comfortable position.

Qin Yuzheng closed his eyes and had a wonderful dream. Of course, reality is better than dreams, after all, beauties come and go.

The next day, when Yang Zhiyan woke up, sunlight was already streaming in through the gaps in the curtains.

She reached out and touched the bedside table; it was empty, and the sheets were cold. She opened her eyes and saw the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was past midnight.

Her body felt like it had been run over; her back ached and her legs were weak.