Li Yun and Xia Weiwei had been rolling and laughing on the bed for quite a while. Perhaps due to the exertion, they gradually came to a stop, their playful "battle" finally over.
Both were a bit out of breath, with fine beads of sweat on their foreheads. Xia Weiwei's breathing was particularly labored, and her face was flushed with perspiration.
Earlier, Li Yun had been holding Xia Weiwei above him, but during their tumbling, they had somehow ended up with him on top and her beneath him, deep in the bed.
Li Yun was the first to notice their new position, but seeing that Xia Weiwei was still catching her breath, he decided to simply enjoy the warmth and softness of her body in his arms.
He glanced down at her, noticing that her long, black, and smooth hair was mostly spread out on the pillow beneath her head and across her neck.
A few strands, dampened by sweat, clung to her forehead and temples, with one even hanging between her lips, trembling slightly with each breath she took.
Xia Weiwei's face had been red from the exertion, and now, with the added sheen of sweat, it looked even more radiant.
Her small nostrils flared slightly with each breath, and her plump, cherry-red lips were pouting slightly, perhaps still a bit annoyed from their earlier conversation. This endearing expression made Li Yun's heart race every time he recalled it later.
Despite the lingering chill of early spring, the room was warm due to the air conditioning.
Xia Weiwei was wearing only a sexy lace nightgown, which had opened further during their struggle, revealing a large expanse of her snowy white chest and the lace edge of her bra.
Li Yun was now so close to her, looking down from above, and he could see much more than usual. After taking in the sight of her beautiful face, his eyes traveled downward, following a strand of hair that lay across her neck. The view that greeted him was breathtaking.
Xia Weiwei, who regularly exercised and took good care of herself, had full, high breasts and skin as white and delicate as snow. Li Yun felt almost mesmerized by the sight, so much so that he nearly drooled.
From his vantage point, he could see her smooth chin, slender neck, and slightly protruding collarbones. Below them, her skin formed two gentle slopes that rose into proud peaks.
The open neckline of her nightgown revealed her breasts, partially covered by the bra.
The cups were tightly stretched by her firm flesh, and the valley between them was incredibly alluring. It reminded Li Yun of the rhythmic patterns in ancient Chinese poetry, where the interplay of highs and lows created a beautiful cadence.
At that moment, Li Yun thought of the Hong Kong actress Zhu Yin, a sexy goddess with an impressive 35D bust. She had been hailed as a "sex symbol" since her debut in 1992, and her stunning figure had always captivated him.
Over the years, her beauty and her firm, natural breasts had remained unchanged, earning her the nickname "the ageless goddess."
However, as a famous actress, she was far removed from Li Yun's ordinary life, and his knowledge of her was limited to what he saw in magazines, TV shows, and movies.
Right now, Xia Weiwei was just as captivating as Zhu Yin, if not more so. Li Yun's gaze moved past her nightgown, her breasts, and the valley between them, forming a triangular view.
If it weren't for his body blocking the light, he might have seen even more of her smooth abdominal skin.
Modern women's fashion, both inner and outer, has become increasingly revealing, with designs that are shorter, narrower, more slit, perforated, or sheer.
Designers go to great lengths to achieve an effect of "showing just enough to tease." Women's clothing trends can be summarized by four "more and more": fewer clothes, heavier makeup, slimmer figures, and more prominent busts.
Especially when it comes to women's underwear, which is usually seen only by the wearer and her intimates, the focus is now more on style, color, material, and functional aspects such as support, lift, and shaping. The concept of modesty has almost been forgotten, as it is no longer necessary in this context.
Li Yun was almost hypnotized by the view. His eyes lingered on her breasts and the valley between them. Suddenly, he froze.
Xia Weiwei was wearing a particularly enchanting bra today. It was white, with a semi-transparent upper layer and a lace-edged lower layer, and it had no straps.
Normally, it would have covered the essential parts, but after their struggle, a hint of pink was visible through the gaps.
Li Yun knew exactly what that pink was, and although it was still partially hidden, it was enough to shock him. He had never seen them so exposed before.
Xia Weiwei had also recovered from her earlier embarrassment and shortness of breath, only to find herself in an even more awkward situation.
She finally realized their current position and Li Yun's lingering gaze. Although his eyes were the only part of him that seemed to be moving, it was enough to make her feel extremely self-conscious.
She followed his gaze and inwardly exclaimed, "Why did I come in like this?" She immediately scolded herself for being foolish.
If she hadn't worn the clothes herself, who else could have dressed her? She had been very pleased with her new lingerie set when she left her room earlier.
When Xia Weiwei saw where Li Yun's eyes were fixed, her breath caught in her throat.
Then, she began to pant even more heavily, her pulse racing frantically. Her heart pounded so loudly that she thought she could hear the "thumping" sound herself. Her chest rose and fell dramatically, trembling uncontrollably.
She had never been seen by a man in such an intimate way before, and now Li Yun was scrutinizing her so closely. She felt utterly at a loss, unsure of what to do. She worried that he could hear her racing heartbeat.
Xia Weiwei tried to hold her breath to suppress her panting and heartbeat, but it seemed as if fate was against her. Soon, she couldn't hold it any longer, and her breathing became even more rapid and labored, while her heartbeat quickened and grew louder.
Eventually, Xia Weiwei gave up in her mind and simply closed her eyes, resorting to a form of "self-deception." In reality, her hands were resting on Li Yun's shoulders.
If she had pushed him away or closed her nightgown, given Li Yun's personality and the importance of Xia Weiwei in his heart, he would never have forced her to continue. She could have easily escaped the situation.
However, instead of taking any action, she lay there quietly beneath him, her eyes closed, her previously forceful hands now limp at her sides, as if inviting him to continue.
This could only be explained by a temporary lapse in her ability to think clearly.
When Xia Weiwei's heartbeat had first quickened, Li Yun had noticed the change in her.
The soft, warm peaks pressing against his chest were already delightful, and with her chest heaving so dramatically, they felt even more comforting.
The rhythmic, unstable vibrations transmitted through her elastic flesh told him that she was aware of her current state and what he had seen.
Li Yun was reluctant to give up the pleasure of this intimate moment, but he deeply respected her. From the beginning, when she had been both a sisterly figure and a friend, to the deep love he felt for her now, Xia Weiwei had been there for him in his darkest times, offering him hope.
He didn't want her to feel even the slightest bit unhappy or wronged.
Lifting his head, he carefully examined her facial expression to gauge her thoughts. He scrutinized every tiny detail and movement on her face: the slightly furrowed brows, the tightly closed eyes, the trembling eyelashes, the quivering nose, and the flushed cheeks. He saw no sign of unwillingness, only shyness and tension.
Once again, he noticed her cherry-red lips, plump and inviting. Overwhelmed by an urge, Li Yun lowered his head and kissed her tempting lips. In his excitement, he failed to control the speed and distance properly. As their lips met, their teeth also clashed, and the brief, painful contact was muffled by their closed mouths.
Xia Weiwei's eyes flew open in surprise at the initial contact, and she stared wide-eyed at the man who had stolen her first kiss without warning. Although she didn't exactly mind and even felt a hint of anticipation, the pain from the collision of their lips left her feeling a bit resentful.
Before she could fully express her mixed emotions, Li Yun's next actions left her speechless. It turned out that a strand of hair was clinging to the corner of her mouth. When Li Yun had tried to kiss her, he found the hair somewhat distracting.
With his hands occupied by holding her waist and pinned beneath him, he instinctively used his mouth to remove the offending strand.
Maintaining the kissing position, he opened his mouth, enclosed her entire lips with his, extended his tongue to hook the strand of hair, closed his lips, and flicked his head to the side, effectively removing the hair. He then looked back at Xia Weiwei, his face inches from hers.
Xia Weiwei still held the same posture and expression, her large eyes wide open and her lips slightly parted.
The original emotions of shyness, joy, anticipation, surprise, and resentment in her eyes had all disappeared, or perhaps they had merged into a single, indescribable look.
Her lips were slightly parted, and there were traces of moisture on her lips, the corners of her mouth, and even her cheeks—evidence of Li Yun's recent "invasion."
Li Yun gazed at Xia Weiwei's face, savoring the brief, somewhat painful kiss they had just shared. He could still feel the warmth of her lips on his, smell the fresh scent from her face and hair, and feel the heat of her breath on his cheeks.
As he looked at her, his self-control waned, and finally, he instinctively kissed the girl beneath him once more.