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I took a long shower, the hot water pouring over me, both warm and tense. The porn that Zhou Wen sent me before the wedding kept flashing through my mind. That porn made me even more uneasy.
Outside the bathroom, Chen Wu found it strange that I had been in there for so long. "Xiao Yuan, are you almost done?" he asked. "I'll be out soon!" I hurriedly replied. I quickly turned off the faucet, got dressed, and walked out.
"What's wrong with you?" he looked at me, puzzled. "I... I'm fine," I quickly shook my head. "Why is your face so red?" he asked. "I... I'm a bit hot," I stammered. "Hot?" He looked at me in confusion, "It's not hot in here." "I... I just took a long shower," I hurriedly explained. "Oh," he nodded and didn't ask further.
I walked to the vanity and sat down. Habitually, I took out my skincare products, preparing to do my routine. But suddenly I thought, given the current situation, did I still need to do skincare? I hesitated for a moment and decided to skip it and go straight to bed.
I pulled back the covers and lay down. My heart was racing. What would Chen Wu do? Was this his first time too?
I was lost in thought.
Before long, I heard the bathroom door open.
I felt even more nervous.
I sensed him walking to the side of the bed and then lying down.
There was only a fist's distance between us, and I could even feel his breath.
“Xiao Yuan…” he called softly.
“Hmm?” I looked at him nervously.
“Don’t be nervous,” he said with a smile.
“Who… who’s nervous?” I retorted stubbornly.
“I can hear your heartbeat,” he chuckled.
“I… I’m not nervous at all!” I insisted defiantly.
He smiled again and didn’t say anything further.
Suddenly, I caught a familiar scent in the air.
It was exactly the same as the fragrance on him.
“What is this scent?” I asked.
“It’s the smell of the body wash,” he replied.
“Oh,” I nodded.
“You used this body wash too?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I nodded again.
“No wonder it smells so familiar,” he laughed.
I fell silent for a moment, unsure of what to say next.
“Well…” I started to speak.
“What?” he asked.
“You…” I hesitated, unsure if I should ask him.
"What do you want to ask?" he inquired.
"Do you... do you have..." I hesitated, unsure if I should voice my question.
"Have what?" he prompted.
"Do you have... experience?" I gathered my courage to ask.
He paused for a moment, then laughed, "Why would you ask that?"
"I... I was just asking casually," I hurriedly explained.
"I don't," he replied.
"Really?" I questioned, somewhat skeptical.
"Yeah," he nodded, "Although I've read some theories online, I've never practiced."
"Oh," I nodded in response.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing... nothing," I quickly shook my head.
I thought to myself, what should I do then?
I've only watched a few videos and have no real experience at all.
"Are you worried about something?" he asked.
"No... not at all," I quickly denied.
"Don't worry, I won't force you," he reassured me.
"Okay," I nodded.
"Let's go to sleep," he said.
"Sure," I replied softly.
I closed my eyes but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
Images from those videos kept flashing through my mind, making me even more anxious.
My palms were sweating.
I accidentally dropped my phone onto the bed.
I hurriedly reached out to pick it up.
His hand also stretched out.
We both paused at the same time.
I looked up and met his gaze.
His eyes were deep, as if flickering with flames.
My heart raced even faster.
I quickly lowered my eyes, not daring to look at him.
"Your phone..." he said softly.
"Thank you..." I hurriedly replied, then pulled my hand back.
I picked up my phone, intending to put it back in its place.
Suddenly, I realized something.
What was I searching for just now?
I looked down and was instantly dumbfounded.
I had been searching: how to tell if a man has sexual experience?
I hurriedly pressed the power button to turn off the phone, but it was too late.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, puzzled.
"Nothing... nothing," I quickly shook my head.
"Let me see," he extended his hand and said.
"No... no way!" I hurriedly hid the phone behind me.
"Why?" he asked, confused.
"Be... because..." I stammered, unable to find the words.
"What is it?" he pressed on.
"It’s... it’s..." I hesitated about whether to tell him.
"What is it?" he asked patiently.
"Yes... yes..." I hesitated for a long time, but finally mustered the courage to tell him, "I'm looking up how to tell if a man has sexual experience..."
He was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" I asked, puzzled.
"Are you worried that I don't have experience and that it would make you uncomfortable?" he replied with a smile.
"I... I don't care about that!" I hurriedly denied.
"Then why are you looking this up?" he asked.
"I... I'm just curious," I quickly explained.
"Curiosity killed the cat," he chuckled.
"I... I don't care about that!" I said stubbornly.
"You don't need to worry. Although I don't have practical experience, I've learned quite a bit of theoretical knowledge," he said.
"Oh." I responded softly.
"Well..." he hesitated.
"What is it?" I asked curiously.
"How about we try it now?" he suggested.
"Ah?" I was stunned.
"Don't you want to give it a try?" he asked.
"But... but..." I hesitated.
"But what?" he pressed.
"But... I'm scared," I whispered.
"Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle," he said softly.
"Okay." I nodded.
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