A beautiful summer night

The room was heated, and Yunli was already dressed lightly. Now that she had taken her clothes off, the hand that was restraining her waist could clearly touch her slightly hot skin.

Jiang Baichuan seemed to have been burned, and his fingers curled up.

His breathing quickened.

“Yunli…”

"You can touch me." Yunli's hands trembled as she unbuttoned his clothes, her voice clearly shaking.

Jiang Baichuan instinctively grabbed her hand to stop her: "What are you doing?"

Yunli felt very agitated and her mind was foggy, half nervous and half afraid: "Love."

The answer was too blunt, and Jiang Baichuan suddenly fell silent, wanting to turn on the light to see what expression Yun Li had now.

"Do you know what you're saying?" Jiang Baichuan's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse, forcing Yun Li to meet his gaze in the darkness.

Even though it was pitch black and she couldn't see anything, Yunli still turned her head away, not daring to look him in the eye.

"I have a general idea." Yunli steadied her breathing, but her voice still trembled as she spoke. She swallowed and continued what she was doing. "You wanted to know what I was afraid of, so do it with me first. You'll understand once you do it."

Yunli also wanted to know how much she could accept and how far she could go with him.

She told herself that this person was Jiang Baichuan, the person she liked, that she wanted to get close to him, that she was willing to accept him, and that she wanted her body not to reject him.

But she didn't know what the final outcome would be.

So she's going to give it a try, and whether she succeeds or not, Jiang Baichuan will know the answer.

It was precisely because this person was Jiang Baichuan that she was willing to give it a try.

Jiang Baichuan felt his heart pounding like a drum, one beat after another.

That was an incredibly powerful move.

He had grown accustomed to her subconscious avoidance. Unless he pressed his advantage, Yunli rarely took the initiative. She was mild-mannered, but in reality, a wild beast had been lying dormant for a long time.

This beast has gone mad tonight.

Or perhaps this is what she was originally like.

A warm, trembling kiss lingered on Jiang Baichuan's lips. He didn't know what she wanted to test. His Adam's apple bobbed; he could only follow his heart, follow his girlfriend's wishes.

He gave her what she wanted.

She wanted to try it, so he went with her.

With his heart fluttering, Jiang Baichuan's eyes darkened. The hand that was gripping her waist tightened its hold on her, while the other hand stroked the back of her head. His lips parted slightly, deepening the tentative kiss.

It's neither a superficial attempt nor a matter of restraint and forbearance.

His kiss, filled with desire, moved to the middle of her neck as she leaned back, but he felt that Yunli seemed to be trembling slightly.

It's not an illusion.

This time it's even worse than before.

Mixed with nervousness, Yunli's slight panic was amplified. As the kiss gradually moved downwards and her shoulder skin was touched, her body seemed to be triggered by instinct, producing a strong resistance.

The humiliating scenes from many years ago flashed by frame by frame, amplifying the fear in an instant. Yunli trembled all over, her palms clenched into fists uncontrollably, her nails digging into her flesh.

It felt like something was pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

The pain was so intense I couldn't breathe.

Her memory seemed to be confused; she couldn't tell where she was, and she had forgotten that Jiang Baichuan was beside her.

"don't want--"

She pushed Jiang Baichuan backward with all her might, stumbling and fleeing. It was pitch black all around, and she tripped and fell to the ground. Tears streamed down her face, and her sobs grew more and more painful with each choked cry—

"don't want……"

"do not want!"

She cried out "No!" three times, her lips trembling, her voice quivering as if she wanted to say something, but it was as if her throat was being choked and she couldn't make a sound.

She curled up, hugging herself tightly.

"Yunli—"

“It’s me, it’s me! I’m Jiang Baichuan, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid…”

The moment he was pushed away, Jiang Baichuan's eyes were filled with disbelief and immense panic. He got up and grabbed the hand that was pushing him away again and again, not caring about anything else, and pulled her tightly into his arms in a protective posture.

Jiang Baichuan pulled a blanket from the sofa and wrapped it tightly around her, making sure his hands didn't touch her sensitive skin.

He called her name over and over again, trying to bring her back to her senses.

He understood what Yunli meant by "try it out".

He found out what Yunli was afraid of.

Every bit of fear she felt was proof that she had suffered unspeakable harm.

She is not afraid of him.

What she feared was the shadow left by that inescapable memory.