1119 It's finally happening. Lu Yun was reminiscing about his carefree, romantic days with Zhou Quan, completely unaware of Wang Shiyu. As the saying goes, "Women are like clothes, brothers like siblings." Although Wang Shiyu had expressed her feelings under various circumstances, Lu Yun's heart remained firmly occupied by Zhou Quan, who seemed to be an ever-present, unpredictable force—like a ghost that kept drawing him in. Yet, Lu Yun completely disagreed with the notion that women are like clothes. If women truly were like clothes, why do men treat their wives so strictly? Why do even slight glances from their wives at other men provoke unnecessary fuss and discomfort? Their own clothes they wear themselves, but when it comes to brothers—close relatives—there's no share. Thus, brothers often go about bare-chested. If they were to wear clothes, then the saying "one must not treat a friend's wife with disrespect, nor ride a brother's wife" would simply become mere words. Lu Yun, immersed in memories, suddenly felt himself caught by a hand—soft, warm, like being wrapped in a cushion—so comfortable it was. He snapped back to awareness, startled, gazing at Wang Shiyu, who was flushed with embarrassment. He looked down and confirmed: it was indeed Wang Shiyu's hand holding his member. How had she become so proactive? Though their relationship had clearly been established, this gesture was unexpectedly bold. In the past, Wang Shiyu would never have dared to make such a move. Seeing Wang Shiyu's rosy cheeks, Lu Yun was certain he could now proceed. He immediately reached out and grasped her right breast in one swift motion, instantly feeling its soft, yielding texture. With growing satisfaction, he began to gently massage it. Wang Shiyu was tormented by the increasingly embarrassing sensations, and without realizing it, she had unconsciously clutched Lu Yun’s member. Yet, to her surprise, Lu Yun took the opportunity to launch an assault upon her. With her right breast firmly held and manipulated by Lu Yun, Wang Shiyu suddenly trembled all over, her mind momentarily clear and focused. Yet, she realized that her hands, gripping Lu Yun’s member, were now moving in a rhythmic, guided manner—up and down—something that made her feel even more embarrassed. Her mind went blank as if struck by a sudden wave of thunder. After a while, Wang Shiyu quickly pulled her hand back, her heart pounding wildly. She thought back to the humbling sensation she'd just experienced—how she had unconsciously grasped Lu Yun's member. She hadn't been the first to do so, but never before had it felt like this: that firm, rigid member, beating steadily in her hands, as if a wild beast stirred within, ready to devour her. A series of tingling, numb sensations spread through her delicate, proud little ball of cotton. Suddenly lowering her head, she realized that Lu Yun had been gently kneading her right side with his fingers, constantly shifting their shapes. "Lu Yun," she murmured, "I'm going to be discovered." Wang Shiyu blushed deeply, her face turning crimson. Given that she had previously been the one to catch Lu Yun in a compromising situation, and that their relationship had now been openly acknowledged, she surprisingly spoke to Lu Yun without using a reprimanding tone, instead softly and hesitantly, while simultaneously subtly turning her body slightly to the side. Seeing Wang Shiyu's shy expression, Lu Yun could hardly let go—after all, it was Wang Shiyu who had first caught him. His current actions were merely a recovery of the situation. Clearly, Wang Shiyu was afraid of being noticed by other classmates. To avoid being discovered while also keeping his hands on that soft, snowy peak, the only way was to extend his hands from the side into the fabric of her blouse. This idea formed in Lu Yun's mind entirely because he noticed that Wang Shiyu, despite being caught, showed not a single trace of anger—thus, he felt bold enough to make that decisive move. Land Yun has always been a decisive, not overly cautious person. Even as Wang Shiyu finished speaking, he had already lifted his hand from the soft, proud peak of her breast. Upon seeing this, Wang Shiyu immediately exhaled in relief. Yet before she could form any further thoughts, a hand suddenly slipped into her clothing from the side, tracing upward along the smooth curve of her skin, and grasped her proud peak once again. Instantly, Wang Shiyu’s heart leapt to her throat—how bold was Land Yun! Earlier, when he had only reached for her breast from outside her clothes, she had still managed to shift slightly to avoid being seen. Now, however, her blouse had been lifted halfway up her chest. Though she could fully shield herself simply by leaning forward, she still felt deeply self-conscious. Tugged at Lu Yun's arm, trying to remind him that class was in session and this would surely draw the teacher's attention—yet achieved no desired effect at all. Fine, Wang Shiyu gritted her teeth and settled herself on the desk, turning her head with a pleading gaze toward Lu Yun. Lu Yun chuckled softly, lying down on the desk as well and murmured, "Shiyu, this time you can't blame me. It was you who first grabbed me—your actions lit the flame. I'll have to help you put it out, won't I?" Wang Shiyu blushed and said, "Lu Yun, this kind of behavior makes me feel quite afraid. Please let go. Tell me how you'd like me to put out the fire, and I'll do it for you." Though she understood fully what Lu Yun meant by "putting out the fire" and knew she wouldn't actually go about extinguishing any flames, the immediate priority right now was simply to have Lu Yun's hands release her snowy peaks. Wang Shiyu was propped against her desk, and without a doubt, those two proud snow peaks on either side of the desk were also pressing firmly against the edges. Lu Yun’s hand was gripping one of the peaks, naturally being held up as well, though his fingers remained free to move, occasionally pressing gently through the fabric covering. "Really?" Lu Yun asked. Of course he didn’t believe Wang Shiyu’s claim—how could he, when even the snow peaks were so tense, let alone managing to extinguish his own flames? It was far better when he’d shared a desk with Xiao Yu. Then, no matter what, he could always find ways to make her help him put out the flames. As he felt the warmth and softness radiating from Wang Shiyu’s snow peaks, his gaze naturally drifted toward Liang Hongyu. At that moment, Liang Hongyu was fully focused on her lecture. Just thinking back to all the things he’d done when they’d shared a desk, Lu Yun found his own excitement growing—his member inside her pants was now desperately trying to escape. Wang Shiyu no longer cared about anything else—she only wanted to get Lu Yun’s hand out of her clothes first. As soon as Lu Yun finished speaking, she eagerly nodded, promising to fulfill her word. Lu Yun chuckled and indeed pulled his hand away from the snow, yet he didn’t withdraw it completely from Wang Shiyu’s clothing. Instead, he kept it at her waist, gently caressing her skin with his fingers. Smooth and supple—Lu Yun was truly amazed at how Wang Shiyu’s skin was as fine and lustrous as polished jade. With Lu Yun’s gentle touches at her waist, Wang Shiyu felt unusually itchy, wanting to smile but unable to let out a sound. She had to hold back, looking at Lu Yun with a helpless expression and softly saying, “I’ve already promised you—I’ll take your hand out now.” Lu Yun smirked and said, “Well, you haven’t yet told me what you’d like me to do to help you put out the fire.” "Speaking, Lu Yun shifted his body slightly closer to Wang Shiyu, having the high-heeled shoes gently rub against the exposed smooth skin of her. Wang Shiyu immediately shivered, her voice trembling as she whispered, 'I... I'll use my hands...' Seeing Lu Yun unmoved, she quickly added, 'Then what should I do to help you put out the fire?' Lu Yun had already thought this through thoroughly, but in the end, it would still depend on Wang Shiyu's willingness to cooperate. Immediately, Lu Yun said, 'Shiyu, don't use your hands on me—your hesitation is clear. If you're not willing, then I'll take care of it myself. I'm currently feeling quite breathless, and you must be feeling quite itchy too. I'll use my hands to soothe your itch, which will also help me put out the fire.' As he spoke, the fingers lingering at the base of Wang Shiyu's waist suddenly slipped into the waistband of her pants. This sudden move startled Wang Shiyu so much that she nearly cried out, quickly reaching out to stop Lu Yun. Lü Yun was absolutely right—Wang Shiyu felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness in her body, accompanied by an odd itching sensation. Yet she had never imagined that Lü Yun would have his hand slide into her inner garments, which filled her with far greater apprehension than holding onto a snow-capped mountain. As Lü Yun’s fingers gently touched the thin undergarment beneath Wang Shiyu’s skirt, his excitement surged even more intensely. All his emotions were instantly awakened, and his member grew even more robust and powerful, eagerly anticipating the perfect moment to make a decisive advance. The fabric of the undergarment was quite thin—thinner than that worn by Xiao Yu and the others—though Lü Yun didn’t know exactly what material it was made of. What he did know was that within this delicate layer, he found precisely what he had been longing for. Her breathing grew rapid, and the rise and fall of her abdomen became much more pronounced. Wang Shiyu stared at Lu Yun with wide eyes, completely surprised that after just expressing her feelings for him, he would now act so subtly intimate. However, by now, saying anything had become too late. Although Wang Shiyu held onto Lu Yun's hand and continued, she dared not pull it fully out of her skirt. She quietly regretted why she had changed into this dress when she went to her dorm room—had she still been wearing pants, the waistband would have surely prevented Lu Yun's hand from so smoothly reaching her inner pants. No ads, fully text-based, first published novels—Shuhaige.com, your best choice! 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