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"I know that you"re seeing Mei," he revealed. Song Sheng stilled. "Romantically. That is."

Song Sheng couldn"t deny the accusation, but he wasn"t sure what to say either. He froze.

"I don"t disapprove," Song Rui began. "Don"t think that I hadn"t noticed when you two were younger that you stuck to each other like tree sap." Song Sheng"s eyes widened, his lips parted.

"You don"t disapprove?" he questioned, unbelieving.

Song Rui shook his head. "No, if her parents were still alive. We would have probably set you two together," he admitted. Song Sheng couldn"t believe what his father was saying.

"I"m sorry you two can"t be together so openly. I didn"t expect you two to fall in love when she joined the family," Song Rui continued.

Song Sheng was puzzled. "You can"t help us?" he asked. Song Rui shook his head. "I don"t want to make the same mistake again if anything happens to her. You"re on your own," he finished.

"But you still approve of us together?" Song Sheng asked him.

Song Rui shrugged. "It was once a dream of ours, I will admit. But, in the end, it"s her happiness that you need to consider."

Song Sheng nodded. "But I can make her happy," he proclaimed.

Song Rui smiled. "I do not doubt that." Song Sheng rose from his seat; he bowed to his father. "Thank you."

Song Rui took out a cigar, placed it in his mouth, lighting. "Don"t thank me," he began, "Just keep her safe."

Song Sheng nodded, "I will."

When Song Sheng went back to his apartment; he still found Qian Meigui fast asleep, sprawled on his bed. Her hair curtained her delicate figure. She looked peaceful, and he wondered, if he told her that Song Rui approves of them would she be happy? But then that may encourage her to reveal her ident.i.ty, and he wouldn"t know what to do if he lost her.

Song Sheng approached the balcony of his apartment to have a cigarette. He lit the stick, inhaling a drag. As he blew out the smoke, he heard Qian Meigui call out to him, "Sheng?"

He turned to face her. She was rubbing her tired eyes, only wearing a long t-s.h.i.+rt over that ended at her thighs; her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, curving over the point of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"What"s wrong?" she asked.

"I went to speak to my father," he began. "He knows."

Qian Meigui stilled. "Knows what?" she asked with her voice slightly afraid.

"He knows we"re together." She took a step forward. "And what did he say?"

Song Sheng exhaled. "He said he doesn"t disapprove." Qian Meigui clutched a hand at her chest, sighing in relief. "But he doesn"t approve either," Song Sheng finished.

"Is that why you are smoking?" she asked him with a tired voice. She approached him closely. "Mhm," he responded. Qian Meigui reached the rails of the balcony; she tilted her head to face him.

She pushed the strands of his hair over to the side so that she could see a better view of his eyes. She stared at him. Song Sheng inhaled another drag of smoke when their eyes met. She smiled, looking happy.

"Why are you staring?" he asked her curiously, though, he didn"t mind it.

"Did you know you look handsome whenever you smoke?" she responded.

Song Sheng exhaled the white smoke into the air. "Do I?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Mhm," she began. "But it"s not good for you. I don"t want you to do it a lot."

Song Sheng chuckled. "Then when should I?" he asked her as he placed the cigarette bud in his mouth, his cheeks hollowed as he took another drag.

Qian Meigui s.h.i.+vered. It was hard for her to resist the deepness of his tone, the playfulness, the seduction. She flushed, approaching closely once more until there was little s.p.a.ce between them. "Only when I am around," she breathed.

Song Sheng breathed the smoke out once more, throwing the bud onto the balcony floor. He swiftly grabbed hold of her waist, picking her up so that she could wrap herself around his body.

"I love you," Song Sheng confessed again. They only looked at each other, as he carried her back to his bed.

When they reached his mattress, he laid her down gently on the soft fabrics of his bedsheets. She kept looking straight at him, not peering away. She looked at him as she wasn"t afraid of anything, and yet fear was rooted in his heart; he feared the most. But he wanted the chance to taste her because fear often drives two people to express their deepest desires.

Song Sheng leaned down to kiss Qian Meigui.

Song Sheng tasted like cloves and mint, and he smelt like body wash with the subtle smell of smoke. Qian Meigui opened her mouth to welcome him, his lips invading hers, clas.h.i.+ng tongues. He kissed her hurriedly, hungrily, as if he was afraid of something. Qian Meigui couldn"t pinpoint it. But she knew that he had a lot on his mind, and he needed release. She needed it too.

Song Sheng began to snake his fingers from her thighs to the curve of her hip, all the way under her s.h.i.+rt to her soft, supple b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He squeezed, teasing her. She gasped against his lips, her breathing shallowed. He kept kissing her, but it became gentle because he was mult.i.tasking between her lips and b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

She ground her body against his, closing the gap between them. He grunted against her lips. Song Sheng roamed his hands around her body, pus.h.i.+ng her s.h.i.+rt above her chest. Qian Meigui felt embarra.s.sed, but he looked at her with appreciation. She flushed.

His hands snaked back down to her inner thighs, testing her. But then he rose slightly, untying his necktie as he looked at her with a piercing, unwavering gaze. He then unb.u.t.toned his white collared s.h.i.+rt, discarding it from his body, throwing it on the floor, revealing his hard muscles.

Song Sheng returned to her inner thighs, spending time with them. He rubbed them, teasing her, and it made her core ache. She wondered how he was able to do that without touching the centre of her body.

Qian Meigui glanced at the bulge of his pants, wanting to please him more, but his fingers suddenly felt the centre of her underwear. Her back arched suddenly at his touch. She looked up to see him; he appeared to be smug and satisfied by her reaction.

Qian Meigui bit her lip in antic.i.p.ation; her breathing deepened.

Song Sheng kept his fingers over the fabric of her underwear as if to ask for permission. Qian Meigui nodded enthusiastically. He then smirked.

Song Sheng bent over her, slipping her underwear off slowly. After he discarded it, he kneeled on the floor, spreading her legs apart. Qian Meigui flushed in embarra.s.sment, but she wanted him more.

Song Sheng hovered just below her waist, looking at her. Their eyes locked. His gaze was depthless, fathomless. He pushed her legs up to get a better view of her. She then gasped. But right after, he leaned in and began to feast on her.

The first flicks of his tongue set her on fire, burning - scorching in pleasure.

He sucked on the petals of her core, licking and sliding over with his tongue. He treated her like a full course meal, devouring and tasting - savouring. He kept going until she couldn"t tell if she was wet because of her secretions or because of his saliva. But regardless, she was flowing, and he was drowning himself in her.

Qian Meigui moaned as he ravished her until they parted. She thought he finished, so she tried to catch up with her breath. Song Sheng rose from the floor, towering her with his height as she remained laid down on the bed.

Song Sheng"s gaze was predatory, hungry, and she couldn"t look away because, in his eyes, all she could see was her reflection. The only thing in his mind was her.

Song Sheng rubbed her wet core, torturously, so torturously slow, until he slipped in a finger abruptly. He was testing it. Qian Meigui did not feel uncomfortable, but as he slid in another, she needed to adjust to him. Her breathing shallowed again.

Song Sheng watched her reaction as he moved his middle finger and ring finger, in and outside of her. He moved slowly, gently at first, until it became rapid. Song Sheng fastened his movements as his two fingers entered and somewhat-exited out of her.

He kept going, quickening his pace, thrusting. Qian Meigui"s climax quickly snaked through her body, spraying her fluids on his fingers. She moaned loudly, calling out his name at the same time.

Her chest rose and fell from the activity as she tried to calm down once again. Song Sheng placed his fingers in his mouth, tasting her once more.

Qian Meigui flushed. But Song Sheng then leaned over her body once more to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening it.

They tumbled over the bedsheets, fighting for dominance. Qian Meigui then moved on top of him, settling herself below his waist, on his legs. He was sprawled on his back, staring at her, and she was suddenly shy again.

But she reached down to unbuckle his pants as she could see his length bulging underneath his underwear. She reached under, pulling it over his remaining clothing, and it sprang free. Qian Meigui"s eyes widened. Song Sheng was huge.

Song Sheng crossed his arms behind his head, waiting to see what she would do, grinning slightly. Qian Meigui looked away from embarra.s.sment. She"s never done anything like this before.

In her hand, she felt his member jolt, twitch. She then returned to see him, and he appeared to be pained. She tightened her grip to see how he would react by testing the waters. He groaned, his chest expanding. Qian Meigui wanted to see more of his expressions, so she placed her other hand over his c.o.c.k, twisting it, but not hurting him. He grunted in pleasure as a response.

She quickened her movements until she reached down to take part of his member in her mouth; she couldn"t envelop all of him. But she twisted him as her hands moved up and down, along with her wet mouth.

Song Sheng grabbed onto her hair, moving his hips against her further into her mouth. Despite her throat beginning to hurt, she kept going, waiting until he spilled. Song Sheng grunted loud when he came in her mouth.

Qian Meigui swallowed some of it. Her face twisting. "You taste awful," she said. Song Sheng chuckled. Still panting to regain his breath, he pulled her into his embrace. "You did well," he told her, caressing her head as she rested it on his chest.

As she laid on him, she could see feel the quickness of his heartbeat. It was probably almost 3 A.M. Their heartbeats began to settle, as they began to drift into a slumber, half-naked.

They both never knew pleasure until that night, and it was only a fraction of what they could do.

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