Chapter 22

She opened his lips and also sucked his tongue.
Those hands returned to Shuangyun's body, but only dared to tightly hold her waist, with no further movement.
Shuangyun laughed in soft moans. She found Cheng Lang's shirt buttons and unbuttoned them one by one to the bottom. Her palm caressed his front, finally making Shuangyun's long-imagined fantasy reality.
Cheng Lang also suppressed his voice, but when Shuangyun reached further down, he suddenly woke up.
Shuangyun's wrist was grabbed.
Their separated breaths were still moist and panting, and Cheng Lang was already very hard.
"Shuangyun Liang..." His voice also carried a slight tremor.
Shuangyun waited in the darkness.
"What do you mean?" Cheng Lang asked.
Shuangyun thought, oh, he's asking me for commitment.
"I like you." Shuangyun said.
But Cheng Lang didn't speak, still holding Shuangyun's wrist.
Shuangyun said: "I want to be your girlfriend."
Cheng Lang looked at Shuangyun's face in the darkness. "I can't tell if what you're saying is true or false."
Oh my god, Shuangyun thought, pounding her chest in frustration. He's still worrying about these questions at a time like this.
Shuangyun pulled her hand out of his pants.
She cupped Cheng Lang's face with both hands and said seriously: "Landon, Teacher Cheng, Cheng Lang, I, Shuangyun Liang, like you, like you, like you."
"I like you so much I look forward to talking to you every day. I like you so much I stay up all night studying just to impress you. I like you so much I lie and say my internet is broken just to spend more time with you at the office. I like you so much I tell clumsy lies just to secretly hug you. I like you so much I actively grab your hand, want to go home with you, don't care about face at all, not even afraid of being rejected by you."
"Landon, Teacher Cheng, Cheng Lang, I, Shuangyun Liang, like you, like you, like you, like—"
Shuangyun's last word was swallowed by Cheng Lang. He tightly hugged Shuangyun again with both hands, kissing her lips, cheeks, and neck.
Of course, Cheng Lang never touched her clothes from beginning to end. At his most intense, he only tightly held Shuangyun.
Shuangyun was about to faint. How could there be such an innocent person?
She was so wet, but he only forcefully kissed her.
Shuangyun reached into Cheng Lang's dress pants again. She measured the size and hardness with her palm, her heart already boiling.
She ground against him, also trying to go further.
But Cheng Lang stopped her again.
"I don't have condoms at home."
Shuangyun screamed in her heart. She'd almost forgotten about that.
But in the next second, Cheng Lang released one of the hands holding her.
In the quiet apartment, people's hearing became clearer when they lost vision.
Cheng Lang inserted his fingers. Shuangyun raised her face and let out a comfortable moan.
She guided his hand to the right place, and Cheng Lang immediately understood.
Shuangyun had been drinking, so her body's pleasure was enhanced. In her dizziness, she removed Cheng Lang's glasses and kissed him again.
An unparalleled experience. Cheng Lang learned faster than she'd imagined. Teaching him one thing, he immediately understood others.
Shuangyun came on his fingers, also wetting his pants.
She quietly rested on Cheng Lang's body, her mind still floating in the clouds.
So good. Even just having the appetizer felt so good.
After resting, Shuangyun finally got down from Cheng Lang.
She led Cheng Lang to his bathroom.
With a "click," Shuangyun turned on the light.
Cheng Lang stood behind her. The two looked at each other in the mirror.
Shuangyun held Cheng Lang's glasses. This was the first time she'd seen Cheng Lang without glasses.
His face seemed more approachable, also somewhat youthful, perhaps because his cheeks were also slightly flushed. But his shirt was open, revealing tight, thin muscles, making Shuangyun unable to resist reaching out to touch them again.
Restraint.
Shuangyun withdrew her hand.
"I'll help you put on your glasses." Shuangyun said.
Cheng Lang bent down and leaned closer. But Shuangyun moved the hand holding the glasses away and raised her face to kiss him again. Just as Cheng Lang was about to respond, Shuangyun moved away again and raised her hand to help him put on his glasses.
She teased him like this, but Cheng Lang couldn't leave at all.
In the small bathroom, Shuangyun's light laughter was especially clear.
She washed her hands and also buttoned all of Cheng Lang's buttons.
"Then I'll leave first?" Shuangyun said.
She raised her hand, about to touch Cheng Lang's face again, but Cheng Lang grabbed her wrist.
In the bright bathroom, Cheng Lang's expression had returned to calm. He looked down at Shuangyun.
"You actually just wanted to sleep with me, right? Shuangyun Liang."