Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Men nowadays only knew how to brag about how well they treated women and the things they did for women, with the only objective being to sleep with them. Junting however, was humble. He said that he had not given her anything.

“Alright, I’ve decided. I’ll still wait for the day we marry. Luo Sang grasped the covers tightly against herself and laid down. She covered her face, only exposing her large, sparkling eyes.

Nian Junting was dazed. His mouth gaped open ever so slightly. He cursed silently to himself. He had responded to the unsettled feelings in his heart earlier, but now he felt unimaginably tortured.

“Actually, what I meant to say was… you don’t have to sleep with me because of your father, but you can do so on the account of other things, like how much you love me. Can you…

Luo Sang was speechless. The righteous words she had spoken earlier had now evaded her. “Who was the one who said that my first time had to be of extreme importance just now? Furthermore, when I used to clean your body in the past, didn’t you hold yourself back on your own? You didn’t even need any cold water to help you then, Luo Sang said sarcastically as she held back a chuckle.

“That was because I didn’t have a girlfriend back then. It’s different now. Nian Junting turned over, sat up, and looked straight at her. His appearance was comparable to that of Xiaosi at the sight of a bone, salivating uncontrollably.

“Dream on, Luo Sang stuck out her tongue and hid beneath her covers, ignoring him.

Nian Junting looked at the pile of covers for a moment before laying down beside her. Luo Sang did not hear a thing as she laid beneath her covers. After about a minute, she was unable to bear the silence and pulled the covers open by just a crack. She discovered Nian Junting curled up away from her. His curved back displayed his shallow scars. His waist was slim and lean with perfect outlines. It was a sight that was extremely reassuring.

“You’ll catch a cold. Luo Sang covered his body with her covers.

He remained motionless.

“Hey, you wouldn’t get angry just like that, would you? Luo Sang probed.

“Don’t speak to me, I’m holding myself back. Nian Junting’s voice sounded restrained. “I’m only halfway along the Long March of 8,000 miles.

Luo Sang didn’t know what to say. What did holding yourself back have to do with the Long March? Luo Sang nearly spat in laughter.

After a while, she bit her lips and nudged herself closer to him, pressing her delicate figure against his back. Nian Junting’s torso shivered, and his breathing became increasingly labored. Luo Sang felt her face flush. Her hands crept slowly along his waist. After some time, the silence was broken by Nian Junting’s soft groans.

Afterward, Nian Junting lay on his side, looking at Luo Sang with a grin on his face. “Luoluo, for this period of time, my happiness is in your hands.

“Go to sleep. Luo Sang immediately switched off the lights. Her body was bathed in moonlight as she laid down to sleep.

“It’s cold. I’ll let you hug me to sleep. Nian Junting pulled her over into his embrace. His chest was warm, radiating a familiar scent. Luo Sang was so exhausted. In his embrace, she finally fell into a restful slumber.

…

The next day, Luo Sang woke up for her 8:30am class at 7:00am. “Why are you up so early? Nian Junting looked at her groggily.

“I’m making breakfast. Luo Sang glanced at him as she tied up her hair.