Lin Mo: Hurry, hurry, hurry!

"My mom’s not home, so…"

Lin Mo gently squeezed Leng Shuang’s hand, the fiery excitement in her eyes undimmed.

"You don’t have to hold my hand so tightly. I’m not going to run away," Leng Shuang said shyly, rubbing the wrist sore from her grip.

"Uh… ah… sorry! I just… sigh, I’m sorry. Let me rub it for you," Lin Mo stammered.

At the doorstep, Lin Mo opened the door and led Leng Shuang inside. Seeing the red marks blooming on his fair wrist, guilt flickered in her chest.

"I’m really sorry. I was just… so happy," she murmured, softly massaging the tender skin.

She’d let the moment carry her away—too eager, too hasty. The flawless skin now flushed crimson, a sharp yet delicate contrast.

After a quiet moment, Lin Mo lifted her gaze. Leng Shuang met her with a warm, crinkled-eyed smile. They shared a soft laugh, cheeks dusted in matching blush.

"Lin Mo… um… well… I should say this first—I’m a virgin, no experience… so please be gentle," Leng Shuang whispered, eyes shyly downcast, lips curved in a tender smile, voice like a secret meant only for her.

He remembered Yu Mo’s words—they weren’t lies. He’d heard stories: guys left bedridden after their first time, especially someone inexperienced like him, all the more fragile. In this world, men were simply at a disadvantage. Everyone knew it.

"Mm. I know," Lin Mo swallowed softly. "It’s my first time too. If it’s too much… just say stop. I’d never want to hurt you."

Their eyes held. Slowly, gently, they closed their lids and leaned in.

No prying eyes this time—Leng Shuang’s nerves settled.

With little experience between them, they followed instinct alone, exploring with tender care.