After finishing lunch in the school canteen, Ye Chen didn't return to class right away. Instead, he invited Zhao Yanyan to take a walk with him in the quiet park behind the school.
He simply wanted a bit more time alone with her.
Zhao Yanyan seemed quieter than usual, and Ye Chen picked up on it immediately. "Yanyan, what's wrong?" he asked, gently taking her hand.
"I'm still upset about Yu Ting," Zhao Yanyan admitted with a pout. "She always insults you. Why didn't you say anything back to her?"
Ye Chen smiled calmly. "There's no point, Yanyan. People like her only talk to make themselves feel superior. The truth is, she just can't accept that I ended up with someone more beautiful and amazing than she ever could be."
Zhao Yanyan's cheeks flushed pink. "Is that really how you see me?"
"How could I lie to the most beautiful woman in the world?" he said, wrapping his arms around her.
Hearing this, Zhao Yanyan's mood visibly brightened. She leaned against his chest, smiling to herself.
Ye Chen was secretly thankful for Yu Ting's behavior—because without it, he wouldn't be holding Zhao Yanyan in his arms right now.
Their eyes met, and they slowly leaned in. Their lips met in a soft, affectionate kiss. It deepened quickly, their passion intensifying as Ye Chen's hand gently caressed her back.
Zhao Yanyan moaned softly, her hands wrapping around his neck. The two kissed deeply for a long moment, lost in each other.
Ye Chen's hand moved, lightly brushing over the curve of her chest. She gasped but didn't pull away. His touch sent a wave of heat through her body.
"Ah... Ye Chen... not here," Zhao Yanyan whispered, her voice trembling. "Someone might come."
"Don't worry," he replied, kissing her neck softly. "If anyone comes close, I'll sense them."
Despite her nervousness, Zhao Yanyan didn't resist as his hand moved lower. Her mind was clouded, and her body was responding faster than her thoughts could catch up.
"Your body smells amazing," he whispered into her ear before gently nibbling on it.
She let out a soft cry, her hands gripping his shirt tightly.
But just as things were heating up, she placed a hand over his. "Ye Chen... not here. Please. Tonight, I promise."
Ye Chen looked frustrated. "But... it's uncomfortable to just stop like this."
Zhao Yanyan glanced down and blushed furiously. "I read that it's not good to leave a man like this…"
She hesitated, but then looked up with pink cheeks. "Maybe I can help you… with my hands?"
Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
They moved to a bench tucked deep in the corner of the park, mostly hidden by thick bushes. Zhao Yanyan nervously knelt between his legs, her hands shaking slightly.
She unzipped his pants, and her eyes widened. "I still can't believe this actually fit inside me yesterday..." she muttered.
With both hands, she began to stroke him slowly. Her face turned bright red, and she avoided eye contact as her soft hands moved up and down.
Ye Chen groaned softly. "Your hands feel amazing…"
Encouraged, Zhao Yanyan sped up a little. She could tell he was enjoying it—his breathing became heavier, and his expression grew intense.
Minutes passed, and her arms started to tire. "Ye Chen, are you... close?" she asked, panting slightly.
"Almost... don't stop," he murmured.
Just as Ye Chen was nearing his climax—
"Ye Chen?" a familiar voice called out.
Startled, Ye Chen released everything in a sudden burst—right onto Zhao Yanyan's surprised face.
She yelped softly, her face completely covered, and she scrambled to wipe it off with her handkerchief.
Ye Chen turned his head slowly to see none other than Lin Rouxi standing a few feet away.
Luckily, the bench was well-hidden behind a tall bush. Lin Rouxi could only see Ye Chen's upper body. Zhao Yanyan, still kneeling, was completely hidden.
Ye Chen forced a smile. "Teacher Lin! What brings you here?"
Lin Rouxi raised an eyebrow. "That's what I should be asking you. I heard something and came to check."
Ye Chen's heart raced. He couldn't let her come any closer.
Before she could take another step, the school bell rang.
Lin Rouxi glanced toward the building. "Get back to class, Ye Chen. The lesson's about to start."
Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked away.
Once she was gone, Ye Chen exhaled deeply in relief. "That was too close…"
"Pervert!" Zhao Yanyan hissed, glaring up at him. "You said you'd sense if anyone was coming!"
"I'm sorry! I was distracted... your hands felt too good," he said sheepishly.
"Ugh. Don't talk to me," she grumbled, wiping her face again before storming off.
Ye Chen quickly caught up to her. "Don't be mad! I'll make it up to you tonight."
She didn't reply, but her ears turned pink.
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