He got up from the bed and walked behind Xiaoquan Aonai, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Dubian?" Xiaoquan Aonai tried to catch his descending hand, but her legs were weak, so she had to hold onto the window sill.
"Shh—" Dubian Che blew his breath into her ear.
"It's so quiet, if you make a sound, others will hear." His voice was slightly hoarse from trying to keep it low.
Or perhaps, it was because Xiaoquan Aonai's body was gradually warming and moistening, making his voice hoarse.
Xiaoquan Aonai slightly parted her legs, her shoulders rising and falling.
...
Dubian Che's movements gradually slowed down.
"It's enough, they're going to wake up." Xiaoquan Aonai said between gasps.
"Miss Aonai, when we get back, can you wear the school uniform?"
"No way!" Xiaoquan Aonai put on her underwear and said firmly.
It seems this pleasure is reserved for a bright future.
Xiaoquan Aonai put on her yukata, tidied up the bedding and the room for Dubian Che, and carefully left.
