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Li Xiaolu lay in Jijun's embrace, feeling as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest. Jijun's fingertips caressed her cheeks and the back of her neck, making her feel as if she had transformed into a droplet of water, ready to dissipate at any moment. Jijun's lips brushed against hers, and Li Xiaolu felt her consciousness becoming increasingly hazy, her body growing weaker, pressing entirely against Jijun.
The kiss intensified the atmosphere between them, making it more heated. Li Xiaolu had never been this close to a man before; she had no idea that a simple kiss could make her feel so unlike herself. Jijun's fingers traced along her soft waist, silently and passionately rising up, bringing an unprecedented pleasure.
From the fragments of rationality that remained, Li Xiaolu leaned closer to Jijun's ear and whispered softly, "…Don't." Her voice was weak and soft from thirst, a sound she had never heard from herself before. Growing up in Qingdao, a northern coastal city, she carried the straightforwardness typical of northern girls—direct and unpretentious. So when she spoke, Li Xiaolu nearly startled herself with her own words.
Was this really coming out of her mouth? To be honest, she liked him very much too, but an inexplicable shyness emerged from somewhere within her, causing her to call for a halt. Jijun chuckled softly in her ear, as if amused by her nervousness.
Feeling shy, Li Xiaolu pressed her cheek against Jijun's chest, unable to look at him. She mumbled into his chest, "I really like you..." This was her genuine feeling; she was willing to do anything for Jijun.
Jijun tousled her hair and pulled Li Xiaolu tightly into his arms, asking her, "Are you tired?" The afternoon sunlight streamed into the room, warming their skin and making one want to yawn; it was indeed the perfect time for a nap.
But Li Xiaolu was not tired at all; instead, her mind was extremely excited. She blinked and pondered what Jijun meant by that—was he inviting her to sleep together in bed??!!
Suddenly caught off guard, Li Xiaolu found herself at a loss for words on how to respond. Jijun leaned in closer and whispered that he didn't have any condoms at home, which meant that even if they slept together, he wouldn't do anything to her. This made Li Xiaolu feel reassured while also realizing that Jijun probably didn’t often bring girls home.
She didn’t want to ask about Jijun’s past; she wanted to trust him and be with him. In the end, Li Xiaolu accompanied Jijun to the bedroom to rest. During the few steps from the study to the bedroom, she still felt their progress was moving too fast but was secretly delighted inside.
She pretended not to care and stubbornly said, "Jijun, it's because you were sick that I stayed with you."
Jijun pinched her cheek and said in Cantonese, "Thank you, Lulu."
His voice had an inexplicable husky charm, especially when he spoke Cantonese.
Lulu's legs felt weak again.
The cold medicine Jijun took after dinner made him drowsy, and Li Xiaolu knew that sick people should rest well. She kindly reminded Jijun, "Drink some water before you sleep."
Although her reminder sounded more like an excuse to delay going to the bedroom.
Jijun got up to get water as she suggested, and Li Xiaolu followed closely behind him.
Jijun poured two cups of water and handed one to her.
Li Xiaolu held the cup with both hands and took small sips until it was empty, then followed Jijun into the bedroom.
Jijun sat on the edge of the bed, reached out a hand to pull Li Xiaolu onto his lap.
Li Xiaolu looked at Jijun's handsome face so close to her, feeling a bit shy as she lowered her gaze.
Seeing her shy demeanor made Jijun chuckle softly; he reached out to pinch her nose playfully and said affectionately, "What are you shy about?"
Li Xiaolu felt even shyer from his words; she pressed her cheek against his neck, feeling his warm body temperature, which brought her a sense of peace.
Jijun looked at her obedient appearance and felt a softness in his heart. He patted her back gently and said softly, "Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Let's sleep."
Li Xiaolu nodded gently, then straightened up, took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and lay down beside Jijun.
Jijun watched her settle in and then lay down himself, reaching out to turn off the bedside lamp.
The room was instantly plunged into darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight coming through the window.
Li Xiaolu stared at the ceiling, feeling a flutter in her heart.
This was her first time sharing a bed with a man, and this man was someone she liked.
Her heart was filled with excitement and anticipation.
Jijun looked at her profile and smiled slightly; he gently closed his eyes, preparing to fall asleep.
Li Xiaolu gazed at his sleeping face, feeling a sweetness in her heart.
She gently turned over to face Jijun and reached out a hand to lightly rest it on his waist.
Jijun felt her movements, and his body stiffened slightly, but soon he relaxed. His breathing gradually became steady, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep.
Li Xiaolu listened to his breathing, a faint smile appearing on her lips. She also gradually closed her eyes and drifted off into dreamland.
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