Chen Qingqing was caught completely off guard. She went down flat on the bed in an instant, and her hands, without her deciding it, locked around Xu Ye's waist.

Xu Ye swore it: Chen Qingqing's mouth really was sweet. Sweeter than an orange Zhenzhibang lollipop.

He tasted that sweetness greedily, until the hands at his waist dug hard into the flesh. Only then did his kisses move on, one after another, to her tender pale cheek, to the smooth fine tip of her nose, to her earlobe as soft as water…

Chen Qingqing felt she had been kissed all over, and she hurriedly got her hands up in front of her and covered Xu Ye's mouth, then turned her head to one side and said, scarlet in the face, "That's… that's enough, isn't it."

Xu Ye didn't speak. He braced both hands on the bed, a pair of hungry eyes fixed straight on her, his breathing heavy through his nose — and Chen Qingqing felt as though she were facing an army. She pulled her hands back in a hurry and covered her own mouth with them.

Her heart felt as though it were about to come up out of her throat, and her breathing turned quick and unsteady.

"I want to sleep with you tonight~"

Xu Ye said it one word at a time, and each one was like the bronze bell in a temple, striking again and again against Chen Qingqing's heart. She shook her head hurriedly, swallowed, and said in a small frightened voice, "No. I'm not ready yet."

The room was quiet for a good long while.

Xu Ye said nothing at all. His reason was fighting the hardest battle it had ever fought against his impulses.

A long time passed.

In the end reason had the upper hand.

Xu Ye said, his voice a little hoarse, "All right. Take your hands away. One more kiss and I'll go back to my own bed."

"Just one?"

"Mm." He added quickly, "But you're not allowed to bite me."

Chen Qingqing was silent for a moment, then slowly…