Chapter 30

Breathing hovered there moistly.
Cheng Lang's brain could no longer think.
Not that he didn't want to, more like he didn't dare.
Didn't dare let her get what she wanted.
Didn't he know Shuangyun's intentions? Couldn't he see Shuangyun's purpose?
She might really like him somewhat, but how long could that last?
...Even if she just wanted to sleep with him, so what?
But... but what if sleeping together was the beginning of the end?
Cheng Lang treasured, was cautious, was careful.
Tried to guide everything toward a traditional relationship. He wanted Shuangyun to really fall in love with him, not just want to sleep with him.
He slowed the pace, controlled the direction, but forgot—Shuangyun was completely unpredictable.
The soft body was right before his eyes. His reaction couldn't fool anyone.
His brain also completely shut down at this moment, letting instinct completely take control.
Or perhaps, he himself chose to let reason completely disappear at this moment.
Cheng Lang's steps moved. The two fell into the soft sofa together.
She sat on Cheng Lang. His face pressed into her chest.
Shuangyun pushed her hair behind her. She could already feel Cheng Lang's reaction beneath her.
Cheng Lang's arms tightened around her at this moment, as if wanting to completely press her body against himself.
Shuangyun then also reached down.
"...Shuangyun Liang..." Cheng Lang's voice also carried panting.
He'd lost any chance to fight back, becoming flesh completely at Shuangyun's mercy.
And every inch of his soul trembled with ecstasy. His eyes lost focus, only remembering to kiss Shuangyun's lips.
But at the last second, he asked Shuangyun if she had condoms at home.
Shuangyun immediately screamed.
Cheng Lang said: "I have some at my place."
Shuangyun wanted to cry but had no tears. Who could clean up and walk upstairs to start over now?
But in the next second, Cheng Lang's hand returned to Shuangyun's waist.
Shuangyun thought he was going to use his hand again, but Cheng Lang laid Shuangyun down on one side of the sofa.
Pushed her legs up, also revealing the fertile paradise.
Cheng Lang removed his glasses.
Shuangyun instantly reached mental orgasm.
This was Cheng Lang. This was Cheng Lang. This was the Cheng Lang who had to confirm the relationship even at critical moments.
This rigid, traditional, innocent Cheng Lang.
Where did he look like a beginner? His tongue was like dexterous hands, completely controlling Shuangyun's body.
Shuangyun gave 100% feedback—her trembling, her voice, and her screams.
A brief departure, then Cheng Lang started again.
Didn't let Shuangyun rest, didn't give her any chance to recover.
Her body trembled, almost losing consciousness. Shuangyun's brain was blank, only remembering Cheng Lang asking her: "Does it feel good? Shuangyun."
See, he was the Cheng Lang who would ask if it felt good even when he could clearly see.
But Shuangyun didn't have the strength to argue with him anymore, only let him carry her to the bathroom.
So good!!!!!!
Was Shuangyun's first feeling when she came back to her senses.
The bathtub was filled with hot water. Shuangyun was placed inside.
She pretended she hadn't recovered yet, restraining the person screaming in her heart.
So good—!!! Amazing—!!!
The kind of good that definitely wouldn't make her break up with him so quickly—!!!
The kind of good that made her soul leave her body and her brain go blank—!!!
Cheng Lang had already dressed again. He squatted by the bathtub, pretending to be busy helping her get towels and such.
"Cheng Lang." Shuangyun called his name.
Cheng Lang stopped at this moment and looked at her eyes.
She sat in the bathtub, her hair wet and sticking to her exposed shoulders. The water was transparent. Everything could be seen.
"Are you uncomfortable anywhere?" Cheng Lang asked.
Shuangyun shook her head.
Cheng Lang wanted to look away but couldn't.
Because Shuangyun's gaze was like transparent glue, firmly fixing him in place.
"Come here. I have something to tell you."
Cheng Lang was quiet for a moment, then leaned closer.
There was a light sound of water as Shuangyun raised her hand from the water.
Her wet palm then pressed against Cheng Lang's cheek. Shuangyun said softly:
"Not uncomfortable."
Cheng Lang wasn't clear what this meant.
Shuangyun blinked at him and said softly:
"It felt so good, Teacher Cheng. So good, so good, so good."