It was midsummer, and I was wearing a sarong with plain flowers on a white background. The flowers were light purple lilac flowers, which were extremely elegant and fresh. It matched perfectly with my innocent face wearing two small hairbrushes.
Wen Liang held my hand tightly, and I cuddled up to him shyly. Gradually, his hands began to become restless. In order to prevent exposure, I wore a pair of slightly longer boxer briefs.
The hand gradually stretched out there...
"No! Don't!" Feeling his violation, I eagerly grabbed his hand to stop him.
Deng Wenliang snatched the poetry collection from my hand and threw it aside. Then he grabbed my shoulders with both hands and pushed me down on the bed.
"Xiao Man, I'm begging you. You haven't let me touch you. In the past, it was because you were afraid that we wouldn't be able to get along. Now our relationship has been approved by my parents. You have also graduated. We will meet your parents in the next step.
You can consider getting married, why are you still insisting?" Deng Wenliang leaned on my chest and said these words to me sincerely.
Logically speaking, his request seemed not unreasonable, but for me, who was only 21 years old and had an extremely conservative tutor, it was difficult to bridge the gap between men and women.
But on the other hand, there is still a longing in my heart. After all, Wen Liang and I have been together for so long, and I have fallen deeply in love with him as a person and with his strong masculine body...
As if he had read through my thoughts, Deng Wenliang's next move became even bolder. He lifted my body, unzipped my skirt from behind, and quickly took off my long sarong.
In this way, I was exposed in front of him defenselessly, wearing only a small bra and boxer briefs.
"No! Don't! Don't..." I subconsciously covered my chest and retreated to the bed.
Deng Wenliang smiled slyly. He jumped under the bed, quickly took off his clothes, then flew onto the bed and rushed towards me...
"No! Wen Liang, don't do this!" His movements were extremely fierce. At that moment, I felt like I was about to be raped by him, and I struggled desperately not to let him succeed.
Deng Wenliang pressed me firmly under him, pulled my face, and said to me in a begging tone: "Xiaoman, I beg you, do you know? You stay at my house these days, and I am here every day.
It's dangling under my nose but I can't do anything. Do you know how uncomfortable it is for me to endure? My parents are not at home today. Just give it to me this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I beg you, okay?
"
Looking at his sincere and earnest eyes, I felt very complicated for a moment, with a hint of fear and inexplicable desire. When I was conflicted, Deng Wenliang lost no time in removing the last equipment from me. In this way,
, I was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, completely exposed in front of him.
"No!" I let out a cry-like growl, and with jerky movements, he thrust into my body.
A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, and my head tilted to one side.
I found that the collection of Xi Murong's poems was lying next to me. On the page I opened, the writing on it was still clearly visible: All endings have been written, and all tears have begun...
On that summer afternoon when the cicadas were chirping, in that refreshing and pleasant cabin, he transformed me from a girl into a woman.