As Promised

Ning Jingchu felt that she was about to become a sperm - facing the girl she had protected since childhood, she suppressed those dirty thoughts that only dared to come up after drinking into restraint under the moonlight. Until the kiss fell. Her fingertips trembled, but she hugged his neck tighter; his throat tightened, and all three years of forbearance were rubbed into the entanglement of lips and teeth. From the living room to the lounge, the door panel clicked and locked, and the moonlight became an accomplice, casting an ambiguity like silver gauze on her collarbone. "Brother Jingchu..." She blushed and clenched the sheets like ripe cherries. He kissed her devoutly, but his fingertips trembled when he unbuttoned his pajamas - like holding a fragile treasure, but wanting to taste the sweetness. "No, we're not engaged yet." He stopped in a hoarse voice, his rationality stretched like a string. But she shrank into his arms: "But we... Have lived together for a long time." Later, Ning Jing realized for the first time: some things really need to be learned, but for Jian Yunuo, he only wanted to use the stupidest way - the kiss should be gentle, the love should be full, and even restraint should be with a scalding temperature. After all, the moonlight has seen it, and the thoughts he hides in his bones have long since crossed the line of "brother."