The green camphor tree has a deep view

"Why are you crying?" Song Jingshen frowned slightly, breathing heavily, "Are you afraid of pain?"

Wen Qing nodded randomly, then shook her head hurriedly, choking in her throat. She kept her eyes closed, her body tense, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

"Don't be afraid." The man reached out and dimmed the night light. The warm honey color darkened, and the thick night sky rose, covering her in darkness, relieving her shame and tension. "It's the first time, I know."

Wen Qing felt the light around her dimming, and she relaxed a little. She opened her eyes slightly, then quickly closed them again. The face in front of her had a look that was too intense and fierce, and she couldn't bear it.

"Hurry up, we have to get up early tomorrow..." she pleaded softly.

"Where are you going so early?" The man's hot palm brushed across her waist, clasping the key parts and twisting them carefully, and his tone was low and gentle, "I'll take you there."

Wen Qing wanted to say "I don't need you to send me off", but as soon as she opened her mouth, a moan escaped from her throat, as if she was enjoying the depravity.

Her face flushed with embarrassment and she bit her lips hurriedly, letting the heat in her body surge and refusing to make a sound.

She felt her body became strange, sometimes hot, sometimes cold, as if she no longer belonged to herself, but a toy for him to play with, living in his hands.

Wen Qing usually didn't pay much attention to his hands. She only remembered that when he was driving, his hands on the steering wheel were slender, white, with distinct joints. They looked very gentle, but the metacarpal bones were very broad, hard, and powerful.

Before today, those hands had pinched her jaw, twisted her shoulders, and touched her lower back. She had always thought that the power of those hands limited itself to that, but she had never expected that he had so many tricks.

Wen Qing turned away in shame, buried her face in the pillow, and tried to ignore the sensory stimulation he brought her. The feeling was strange and strong, wave after wave, and seemed to exhaust her physical strength.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead and her back was also a little wet. She looked motionless, but in fact she was extremely tired.

After finally calming down, she opened her eyes tiredly and found that the man was looking at her seriously with such a deep gaze that she almost fell into it.

She pursed her lips and said hoarsely, "I want to drink some water."

"You should drink some water." Song Jingshen looked at her and smiled, then got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then picked up a bottle of water from the cabinet in the master bedroom.

"I... want to drink something cold." Wen Qing's blurry eyes faded a little, and she became more sober. She struggled to get up, "There's some in the refrigerator."

"No." He pressed her to sit on the bed, twisted the water in his hand, and passed it to her mouth, "Don't drink cold water, or you may not be able to have a baby."

"Ahem..." Wen Qing was choked by the sound. She waved her soft arms and protested softly, "What do you mean by giving birth to a child? I won't..."

"Why are you embarrassed?" Song Jingshen gently held her arm and smiled helplessly, "Even if you don't give birth to a child, you can't drink cold drinks now. If you hurt your body, you will suffer in the future."

Wen Qing leaned against him weakly as he held her like this. She could no longer say anything harsh. She obediently drank a few sips of room temperature water, and her throat finally felt less dry.

She glanced at Song Jingshen and found that he was dressed neatly, but she was naked. She suddenly felt ashamed and turned around to get into the quilt.

But he had already pushed the quilt to the ground, so she had no choice but to grab a pillow and hug it tightly, keeping her head down and not looking at him.

"Are you cold?" He stroked her back and found that she was shivering, slightly and weakly, like a thin leaf in the wind.

She clearly had attractive curves and was sensitive, and her entire body seemed to be created according to his aesthetic standards, every inch of it suited his taste. Even the way she closed her eyes and frowned made him inexplicably excited.

But seeing her trembling with fear, he couldn't bear to do it.

"Relax, I won't eat you today." As he said that, he kissed her lips gently and rubbed her shoulders and arms with his palms, as if to transfer heat to her.

Wen Qing closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate, letting him kiss her and lay her down. Suddenly, she felt something soft and heavy on her body, and it was a quilt covering her.

She let out an imperceptible sigh of relief, as if she had escaped a disaster, but the next moment, her eyes suddenly widened and an uncontrollable scream came out of her throat.

The slender ankles were held and lifted, and the knees were pressed down without any explanation.

"No..." She resisted hastily, but her body went limp uncontrollably and even her protest turned into a shameful moan.

Her eyes were hazy and she closed her legs, which immediately caused the man to counterattack and torment her even more violently.

She couldn't bear it any longer and cried softly, the sound reminded her of the stray cats in the neighborhood.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Wen Qing quickly put the back of her hand on her lips and bit her lower lip tightly, refusing to let out even a single moan.

The man seemed to have found a fun switch. He fiddled with it for a while and then stopped. He looked at her reaction with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Be good, scream out when you feel good, I love to hear it." He took her hand off her lips and suddenly found the teeth marks on her lips. He frowned immediately, "Why are you biting yourself? Are you stupid?"

Wen Qing was stimulated by him and arched her back. Her whole body was glowing pink and moist, and she made a chuckle in her throat. Even biting her lips was of no use.

She was terrified of her own reaction, but her body couldn't resist him. What was even more terrifying was that he was leading her hand towards a place she didn't want to see.

"Help me..." His breathing was heavy and rapid, and the big palm that was holding her hand became hotter and hotter.

Wen Qing vaguely knew what he was going to do, and couldn't help but curse him as a "rascal", but the curse died out before it even left her throat, and it sounded soft and gentle to her ears, almost like flirting.

Song Jingshen chuckled, stroked her cheek with his other hand, and coaxed her softly, "Reciprocity, help each other, ok?"

Wen Qing was so angry that she closed her eyes tightly, thinking that her hand was useless.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qing felt that her hand was sore and painful, and it was really about to be broken.

She suppressed her nausea and opened her eyes slightly, taking a look. The man's sharply-defined profile was slightly tense, as if he was enduring, yet also indulging himself, with a wild and fierce look between his brows that was filled with overflowing hormones.

Her heart trembled, as if she had seen something she shouldn't have seen. She quickly closed her eyes and secretly swore that even if her hand was broken, she would never look at him again.

After a long while, the man finally roared in satisfaction. He took a break, picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.

"I can do it myself." As soon as her feet touched the ground, she curled her fists and placed them across his chest, putting some distance between them. "I'm not used to being with others..."

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly, "You have to get used to it." He held her lower back tightly with his hands and suddenly remembered the first time he hugged her.

At that time, he was downstairs of her dormitory. He was surprised at how comfortable her body was, like a white jade ruyi with both form and spirit. It seemed gentle and dignified, but upon closer inspection, it was full of alluring charm.

Now, he finally let this Ruyi show its true appearance. He admired and caressed it, and couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her shoulders and neck, following the undulating soft curves down...

The bathroom in the master bedroom is quite large and brightly lit. A wide glass mirror stands on the wall, clearly showing the two people.

Wen Qing shrank her head and dared not look over there, her body trembling with excitement. She vaguely sensed danger and wanted to escape, but he blocked the door.

While the man was kissing her passionately, she pushed him away and hid in the shower.

The man stared at her for a while, then quickly opened the shower curtain and walked in close to her. The shower room was instantly filled with a low pressure.

"Can you run away?" he whispered, turning on the shower and letting the hot water pour down.

Thick white vapor enveloped the two people together, never to separate.