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What had been a peaceful night sky suddenly erupted with thunder.
Lightning danced wildly across the heavens, resembling silver snakes writhing amidst chaos. Torrential rain poured down, striking the ground forcefully and splashing droplets everywhere, creating an incessant, irritating cacophony.
Trees swayed violently in the storm, while flowers and grass were battered, unable to stand upright against the onslaught.
"Rumble!"
The brilliant lightning momentarily turned the dark night as bright as day, illuminating the entire Central Starskiff Haven.
Startled, Stelle bolted upright and caught her breath. Gazing at the window rattling fiercely from the wind, she murmured, "What a torrential rain..."
As she spoke...
Stelle placed her hand on her chest, feeling inexplicably suffocated. It was as if something ominous was unfolding.
"I can't sleep..." She slipped on her shoes, stood up, and walked to the window.
The restless gray-haired girl peered outside at the pouring rain, a faint sense of unease lingering within her.
Raindrops fell like scattered pearls, striking the roof with dull echoes.
"Bochang...are you sleeping well now? Have you woken up like me?" A ripple of concern surfaced in Stelle's golden eyes.
Meanwhile, across town...
A blanket had slipped off the bed, lying unnoticed on the floor.
With each thunderclap, Bochang struggled, pleading, "March... March, calm down."
But his words left no impact on the pink-haired girl's heart; she continued to press him down firmly.
Their clothes became increasingly disheveled, revealing glimpses of intimate moments indoors.
"Sorry, I can't calm down."
March 7th lifted her head, gazing at him with hazy eyes and said, "Don't bother struggling, Bochang... It's useless. Just obediently yield to me."
This sudden torrential rain served as the perfect cover.
Regardless of how loud March 7th and Bochang became in the room, their sounds would be drowned out by the rain and thunder, ensuring little would escape unnoticed.
Bochang was certain he hadn't used Watahatachi or Electric Eye Coercion on the pink-haired girl. How did the situation escalate like this?
"So... what exactly is happening now? Mmmf..."
The kiss, youthful and tinged with bittersweetness.
March 7th clumsily sought everything she desired.
Unlike Stelle, who had been assertive, the pink-haired girl was hesitant and passive.
"She's really giving it her all..." Bochang observed March 7th, completely taken aback by her actions.
He found himself utterly clueless about what to do next.
The "Dating Options" interface showed no sign of appearing.
Bochang remained passive yet not rejecting, caught in this state.
Time slowly passed without any change in the situation.
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Night deepened further.
The torrential rain persisted unabated, with all pedestrians long vanished from the streets. Only flowers, trees, and shrubs stood solitary amidst the lanes, while the once bustling public square had transformed into a watery paradise.
Inside Yichen Inn, lights shone brightly.
Bochang couldn't tell how long he and March 7th had been intimately engaged.
In any case...
An abrupt cell phone ringtone interrupted their moment.
March 7th sat up, gazing at Bochang's phone placed beside the bed. Her Xianzhou-style nightgown had slipped down to her waist.
Lying beneath her, Bochang enjoyed an unobstructed view of the enticing scenery.
"Someone sent me a message..." Bochang reached for his phone, but March 7th stopped him, saying, "Ignore those trivial matters, let's continue."
As she spoke...
March 7th grabbed Bochang's hand and placed it back on her waist.
The pink-haired girl once again leaned over him.
Bochang's mouth was swiftly covered anew.
"March... seems to really enjoy this position, although I prefer being on top," Bochang murmured to himself.
If he had picked up his phone at that moment, he would have seen the bright messages on the screen:
Stelle: Bochang, are you asleep? What are you doing...?
Stelle: I miss you.
Stelle: If you're not asleep yet, can I come over?
These messages were destined to go unanswered.
Waiting for a long time without any response, Stelle assumed Bochang must be asleep. With a sense of unease, she drifted back into slumber, the sound of rain gradually soothing her troubled heart as peace washed over her.
The next morning...
Bochang opened his eyes and glanced at the sleeping pink-haired girl beside him. He couldn't help but press his forehead gently, thinking, "Now... this seems to have become somewhat complicated."
Due to March 7th's initiative,
Bochang found himself passively engaging in various activities.
As a result, he gained a deeper understanding of the pink-haired girl's body.
For instance...
March 7th preferred Bochang holding her waist.
"Well, let's cross that bridge when we come to it. It's best to take things one step at a time..."
Last night, Bochang didn't resist; he allowed March 7th, who had extensively studied these matters, to lead the way.
They didn't go all the way to the final act.
Instead, they utilized other means.
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"March, wake up quickly, no more sleep."
Bochang nudged the peacefully slumbering pink-haired girl.
March 7th rubbed her eyes and mumbled, "So early in the morning... What do you want... Wait, why... Oh..." Initially tense, March 7th suddenly relaxed as she remembered something.
Bochang gently shook his head.
"You're not pretending like nothing happened, are you?"
March 7th sat up, looking directly into Bochang's eyes and said, "Don't worry, I'll take responsibility for you."
"Shouldn't that line be from me instead?" Bochang was slightly bewildered by March 7th's thought process. With flushed cheeks, she held the blanket tightly around her body to prevent any indecent exposure.
It seemed...
As if March 7th was barely managing to hold herself together; perhaps she was embarrassingly overwhelmed at this moment.
Her mind must have been in utter chaos, leading her to say such words.
The pink-haired girl lowered her head and murmured, "I need to get dressed and go back now."
"Hmm... then go ahead and dress yourself."
"Turn around first."
"We've already gone this far, do I really need to turn around? March...you..."
Annoyed, March 7th gently pushed Bochang away, saying, "Just turn around when I ask, it's not the same during the day... with you watching, I feel incredibly shy."
"Alright, alright, March, I'll listen to you." Bochang sighed and turned his back.
Hearing the rustling sounds behind him, Bochang's heart stirred once more, involuntarily recalling the blissful moments from the previous night.
March 7th finished dressing and stepped off the bed. Her slender, beautiful legs brushed past him as she turned to look at Bochang and whispered, "What happened last night is our secret between the two of us. You'd better not tell anyone about it."
Upon hearing this,
Bochang slowly typed out a question mark, feeling overwhelmed with words yet unsure where to begin.