Chapter 3

Chu Shian rejoined us in class. A good academic performance allowed a student to do whatever he wanted.

Normally, we didn't change much in our behavior, but after changing our identities, no matter what we did, it still brought along a sweet feeling..

I have never been in love,so in my point of view, being in love with the person I had my eyes on was probably so much fun that breathing is delightful.

Saturday night, we wandered in the park beneath the housing complex, enclosed by many couples, somewhat discordant but not rudely. That atmosphere left me disoriented, as if we were holding hands in the crowd fair and square.

We sat back on the bench in the corner after walking around a few times, and Chu Shian carefully placed my hand in his palm, enjoying it so much that he couldn't let go, like finding an interesting toy.

I cocked my head to look at the breathtaking face; it felt like all a dream, nothing was real.

"What do you like about me, Chu Shian?" I asked.

He examined at me for a moment, "Umm" a protracted sound, as if he was cautiously thinking, the time he thought was very long, so long that my palms were starting to sweat. I stared at him with bated breath, my mind sprinting with all the possible answers.

As a result, he laughed at my tense appearance. I gave him a suspicious look, and he reached out,pinched my earlobe.

"An An, you just need to know, I simply love you so much that I'm willing to give you my life," he exclaimed.

Chu Shian's fingertips were a little cold, but I could feel numbing heat pouring straight into my heart from my ears.

I looked deeply at his face in the dim moonlight; there were no street lights on this side, so his face was half hidden and half visible in the exquisite lines.

His lips were smiling, and his entire body was at ease and content. Chu Shian was still smiling when I approached him; it wasn't until my lips lightly touched his that he froze for a moment.

His lips were silky and soft, and I could feel his shallow breathing unexpectedly stop, bringing extremely hot heat to my face.

I moved slightly, my face was caring a high-temperature, my eyes went down, and I whispered to him, "Gege, I like you."

*Gege: Brother,except for calling a sibling in family,it was used for the girlfriend/boyfriend (bot) to call the boyfriend (top).

Since childhood, I didn't like to call him Gege, always felt embarrassed, only when I needed to ask him,i usually followed,calling him "Gege" and "Gege".But now, this word rolled through my heart, circling on the tip of my tongue a few times before at very least bringing a warm and different meaning being called.

He appeared to be smiling but was not, then leaned over to trap me between the chair and him, his eyes darkening.

Chu Shian approached me slowly in the darkness, until the distance that was so close became closer, his hair sweeping across my face light and itchy. "Repeat what you just said," he said, his voice low and hoarse.

I was enthralled, only his evocative voice remained in my ear, completely unaware of what I was thinking or doing, but instinctively obeying him: "Gege, I..."

"Um..." I didn't finish what I was saying because Chu Shian cut me off.

In that juncture, I only felt like my head was full of sounds; I didn't know if I was hearing things wrong or if they were factual, like fireworks exploding in front of my eyes, which were completely blurred; I didn't recognize anything.

He kissed me gently, his voice appeasing: "Be good, open your mouth..."

My mind had turned to powder, and all I could do was open my mouth and let him rob me. I only heard him sigh and mumble in hushed tones, "Why are you so obey..."

Chu Shian's lips were soft, and the kiss was cruel and domineering. We were both inexperienced, relying solely on instinct to approach, our teeth even clashing. Such an innocent kiss like this one made me feel warm on the inside.

When he finally let me go, I was kissed until my limbs were limp, gasping against his ribcage.

I pursed my trembling lips, the sensation of the kiss caressing my lips. There is no way to calm down my heart, which is bubbling like a bucket of 100 °C water.

As he drew my hand into ten interlaced fingers, I frowned at him. At the time, I thought I'd never meet anyone who liked me that much in my life.

We were like any other school garden couple in the days that followed, knitting ten fingers under the desk, when it was cold, I could wear his uniform, playing soccer in gym class, going on a date at night, and then secretly kissing lips in a murky, empty corner.

Chapter end