The art of falling was a profound and intricate discipline.

A master named Rito could, with perfect timing every fall, pin a girl beneath him while his hands conveniently slipped her clothes right off. What sounded impossibly complex, he pulled off in a blink—truly the stuff of legend.

Jiang Xuehan lacked Rito’s skill, but her balance was decent. Mid-fall, she subtly adjusted her posture, landing her small hands squarely on Li Xinglan’s chest.

Wow… so soft!

She had her own chest, sure—but tiny. How tiny? Barely the size you could cup with one hand, like a knee.

Small chests had perks, but the feel couldn’t match a fuller bust. As a straight man at heart, Jiang Xuehan had long coveted Li Xinglan’s curves. Now—her chance had come!

So soft… gently squeezing felt heavenly…

To hide her mischief, she sprawled fully over Li Xinglan, feigning exhaustion—while secretly inhaling deeply near her earlobe.

Mmm… so fragrant. Not shampoo or soap. A girl’s true, natural scent.

Like a gourmet savoring aroma before tasting, she leaned close, discerning nature’s notes from artifice.

A girl’s earlobe scent drifted from the neck. Female sweat carried aromatic hydrocarbons—chain-structured compounds that bloomed as delicate fragrance.

These varied by person. Girls aged sixteen to twenty secreted the most, hence the old phrase: “intoxicating maidenly charm.”

Jiang Xuehan pressed her nose closer, breathing greedily.

Mmm… pure, untainted. Close your eyes, and violet immortal mist swirled around a fairyland.

One whiff could steady the Dao heart, boost cultivation instantly. No wonder cultivators risked heavenly tribulation’s ashes—just for this divine scent!

Her hands stayed busy too, gently cradling that astonishing softness…

Alas, bliss was fleeting. Li Xinglan shoved her off, glaring. “Hey! Where exactly were you touching?!”

The girl played dumb, scratching her head. “Huh? Did I… touch something? I just fell—I was still dazed when you pushed me…”

Her eyes widened, pure as a fawn’s. Utterly innocent.

Li Xinglan hesitated. “You… really didn’t mean it?”

“Mean what? Uh… are you hurt? I’m so sorry for pinning you!”

Still doubtful, Li Xinglan recalled her drunken state and softened. She brushed her clothes. “Honestly… can’t even walk straight. Fine. I’ll walk you back.”

True to her word, she supported Jiang Xuehan’s slender shoulders, steps slow and careful.

All an act, of course. The stumble? Purely intentional!

Seizing the moment, Jiang Xuehan nuzzled near Li Xinglan’s ear again, inhaling with bliss.

Girls were wonderful—warm, soft, fragrant. Just pressing close like this felt like happiness itself.

Back in the dorm, the other three roommates helped change the “drunk” girl into pajamas and tucked her in.

Jiang Xuehan’s lewd thoughts softened into guilt under Li Xinglan’s gentle care.

Mmm… is deceiving her really okay?

She peeked over the bed. “Lanlan… sorry for all the trouble today.”

Li Xinglan paused slightly, then smiled. “We’re friends—no need to apologize! Just learn: avoid alcohol next time, especially with guys. Safe with me, but what if someone had ill intentions?”

The others chimed in: “Exactly! So many girls lose their virginity after drinking—stay careful!”

Jiang Xuehan nodded outwardly, unconvinced inwardly.

Losing virginity? Girls’ worry. Boys dream of a beautiful girl forcing herself on them.