A faint drizzle drifted down from the clouds.

Su Yingsnow pulled Luo Qingchuan into the classroom, closed the door, and melted into his arms.

"Luo Qingchuan, let’s do it once," Su Yingsnow cooed in a soft, sweet voice. "Weren’t you struggling so hard last night?"

Luo Qingchuan’s heart hammered. "But here…"

He suddenly thought Su Yingsnow was being mischievous—it seemed *she* was the one who couldn’t hold back.

Before he could move, Su Yingsnow gently pushed him onto a chair. The black-haired girl whispered, "Chuan Chuan… I want to be on top of you."

She gracefully straddled him, fingers teasing beneath her skirt hem…

…

Luo Qingchuan held his breath, nearly slipping a sound. Su Yingsnow’s delicate face flushed cherry-blossom pink. She bit her lip tight, dark eyes shimmering with hazy clarity—like fireflies dancing through a summer night.

A soft moan escaped her lips before she muffled it with her arm.

"Chuan Chuan… don’t make a sound, okay?"

One hand rested on his shoulder, the other pressed to her mouth. Her long legs shifted awkwardly, shoe tips barely grazing the floor.

Her features were painted in gentle beauty, a tender smile blooming.

Luo Qingchuan kissed her smooth neck, savoring every soft, youthful curve. Her pulse fluttered—innocent, tempting. He wanted to taste it.

Su Yingsnow tilted her head back, black hair spilling loose. Trembling in his arms, she panted softly, "It feels… like I’m getting addicted…"

Her whisper brimmed with warmth. "Actually… since this morning, I’ve been thinking…"

"About what?" Luo Qingchuan asked gently.

Flustered, she buried her face in his shoulder and murmured, "I want you."

She never imagined craving this so deeply. Like a little snake tasting the red apple—sweet, tart, unforgettable.

Having cast aside her former reserve, Su Yingsnow felt herself sinking wholly into warmth.

A profound sense of security lingered in her soul. She wished to stay here forever.

Her slender waist swayed with growing allure. His warmth seeped deeper. Unable to suppress it, she parted her lips slightly, releasing faint, breathy sighs.

The heavy sky finally broke into pouring rain.

…

The girl’s delicate, seemingly reserved face now held both shame and joy. Lips clenched tight, her body trembled like a sudden shock before slowly stilling.

Luo Qingchuan gently cradled her boneless frame.

Su Yingsnow’s cheeks glowed crimson, damp strands clinging to her skin. Smiling softly, she collapsed against him.

"So tired… but… so happy," she laughed between uneven breaths. "It’s really nice."

Suddenly, she let out a soft "Ah!"

Luo Qingchuan lifted her onto the desk. Understanding he wasn’t yet satisfied, Su Yingsnow smiled and extended her tender fingers. "Hold my hand."

Her expression was heartbreakingly sweet—until panic flickered. She yanked one hand back, pressing both palms over her mouth.

Rain muffled the world. In the empty classroom, her stifled whimpers sounded utterly endearing. Sweat slicked their palms, fingers clinging as if fused together.

… … …

Rain ceased by noon.

Side by side in the corridor, they rested in quiet contentment, savoring the rain-washed calm.

Cool, damp wind brushed past—crisp, refreshing.

"I can’t stay with you tonight," Su Yingsnow leaned into him. "I have to go home."

Luo Qingchuan nodded, then added softly, "If you can’t hold on… just tell me. I have a way."

"Actually, Luo Qingchuan," Su Yingsnow gazed afar with a faint smile, "I feel like I’m winning."

"Eh?"

"Skipping home two nights straight…" she murmured, "I’m practically a bad girl now. And sometimes… adults understand bad girls."

Luo Qingchuan froze.

"At least," she whispered, "someone finally cares about how I feel. Mom apologized. She asked me home. Tomorrow’s a holiday—I’ll talk with them properly."

"So I can’t play with you…" She tilted her head, the breathtakingly lovely girl smiling gently. "Are you satisfied? Do you still want me?"

Luo Qingchuan’s heart lurched. He looked away, voice helpless. "Please… stop teasing for now."

Su Yingsnow’s smile deepened. She adored this flustered look of his—so much she vowed to learn even more ways to stir him.

Luo Qingchuan caught the glint in her eyes… and felt a quiet unease.

Afternoon classes passed normally. By dusk, sunset blazed gold—no rain returned.

"Take the umbrella."

At the school gate, Su Yingsnow accepted it, hesitating. "What about you?"

"I’ll buy another," he smiled.

"Okay," she said brightly, walking off with light steps.

Twilight deepened swiftly. Luo Qingchuan bought the shop’s last umbrella—a red one.

Better than nothing.

He discreetly stored it in his storage space. His phone vibrated twice.

… … …

At the Falling Immortal Hotel, silver-haired, golden-eyed Chen Yanyu clutched her phone nervously.

[Tomorrow… is it… a holiday, ah?] she typed carefully.

[Luo Qingchuan: Tickets booked. I have errands tomorrow morning. I’ll see you in the afternoon.]

She pressed the phone to her chest, lips curving softly.

"Afternoon… What’s he doing in the morning?"

Curled under blankets, lashes closed, cheeks flushed, she murmured with eyes shut:

"Never mind… I just want to fall asleep fast."

Her slender form sank into the plush bed like drifting into a cotton-candy dream.

Chen Yanyu’s shoulders trembled slightly as she slowly opened her luminous golden eyes.

*Should I wear a ponytail tomorrow?*

*Shorts? Skirt? Culottes? Wait…*

*What if I wear something easy for Luo Qingchuan to—*

"No! No! I can’t be so frivolous, ah!" Her eyes widened. Face burning, she buried it in the pillow, waist twisting, tiny feet kicking restlessly beneath the covers.

…