The next morning, after washing up, Jiang Xingye came over. Their eyes met, and both felt a flush on their cheeks, naturally recalling the passion of the previous night—a mixture of shyness and lingering desire.
In her previous life, Xu Qinghuan had been older than Jiang Xingye was now, yet she had never dated, never even held a boy’s hand. Even in her dreams, nothing like last night had ever occurred.
Men, however, seemed truly gifted in this regard. This had been a first for Jiang Xingye, too; he had been nervous at the start, his hands trembling with cautious exploration during their kisses. But once he had ventured into that uncharted territory, he became proficient in an instant, and his restraint had quickly turned into wildness.
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