Tonight, the stars have all disappeared, perhaps shyly hiding themselves.
The moonlight streamed into the quiet little apartment.
Ning Yu and Shen Yiyue's faces were pressed together, her hand sliding through Shen Yiyue's smooth, jet-black hair, her palm caressing her cheek.
Their lips intertwined, feeling the warmth of the young girl's breath and the soft sensation on their lips.
Shen Yiyue's eyes widened at first, then, seeing that Ning Yu had closed her eyes, she slowly followed suit.
The unique scent of Ning Yu, the sweetness on her lips, made Shen Yiyue feel as if her thoughts were about to stop.
So close that they could feel each other's breath, she felt her body soften and grow weak.
This long, lingering kiss felt as if it would take her breath away, and that must be what it means to be happy to the point of suffocation.
Ning Yu could sense the subtle trembling from Shen Yiyue, held in her arms, the nervousness and shyness unique to a young girl.
She couldn't help but savor the moment, as if she didn't want to part.
Only when the sensation on her lips disappeared did Shen Yiyue slowly open her eyes, seeing Ning Yu still in front of her, looking at her.
Shen Yiyue felt her heart racing, her skin burning with heat:
So... this is what a kiss feels like?
She wanted to say something, but her mind was in chaos, unable to form words, only able to let out a soft, weak moan.
Ning Yu saw her shy, adorable expression and helped tidy up her disheveled hair, tucking it behind her ear, her gaze intense as she spoke again:
"Xiaoyue, I like you."
"Xiao... Xiaoyue?"
Shen Yiyue was suddenly stunned. She should have been happy to hear Ning Yu's confession again, but the nickname caught her off guard.
"You rascal, Ning Yu! You used to call me Yuejiejie, and now you're just calling me Xiaoyue, huh? You're so disrespectful! Call me sister~"
She was the older one, yet now she was being affectionately called 'Xiaoyue,' which brought a strange sense of shame.
"What's wrong? My soul is older than yours. You should be calling me sister, right?"
Seeing her pouting, Ning Yu immediately retorted.
"I don't care... you've always been... mmm..."
Before Shen Yiyue could protest, Ning Yu sealed her lips again.
This time, Ning Yu pressed her against the back of the sofa, the soft light illuminating Shen Yiyue's graceful profile.
Shen Yiyue tried to resist symbolically, but this unyielding kiss left her completely weak.
She wrapped her arms around Ning Yu, no longer the awkward, motionless girl from before, but began to respond tentatively.
Shen Yiyue finally understood the lyrics:
[Wanting to fly to the universe with you, wanting to melt together with you]
It must be the feeling she was experiencing right now, a happiness so intense it felt unreal.
If the person you like happens to like you too, what could be more delightful than that?
After a long while, their second kiss finally ended.
Ning Yu saw that Shen Yiyue's eyes were slightly dazed, her cheeks flushed, and couldn't help but ask softly:
"What does a kiss feel like?"
Hearing Ning Yu's question, Shen Yiyue snapped out of her intoxicated happiness and poked Ning Yu in annoyance.
"What, do you want to analyze it too?"
But even as she said that, she couldn't help but think about it.
"Hmm... I know! It feels like strawberry milk—sweet!"
A flash of inspiration hit her, and she found the perfect way to describe it.
"And what does Ning Yu feel... wait!"
She was about to ask Ning Yu reflexively when she suddenly looked at her suspiciously, as if noticing something.
"Why does it feel like Ning Yu is so experienced? You said you used to be a boy..."
She seemed to imagine something and suddenly questioned:
"Did Ning Yu have many girlfriends before?"
As soon as she said it, she felt a bit unreasonable, but there was a tingling feeling in her heart. The thought of Ning Yu having been with other girls made her very uncomfortable.
Seeing Shen Yiyue's jealous expression, Ning Yu suddenly felt the urge to tease her:
"What... are you jealous?"
Seeing Ning Yu's mischievous look, the sourness of jealousy in Shen Yiyue's heart suddenly turned into endless grievance.
She pouted, wanting to say something:
"I... I..."
Ning Yu thought she would be angry and hit her, but unexpectedly, she went straight into a wronged mode.
Shen Yiyue was cautious, torn between strong possessiveness and the happiness of the moment. She was like a panicked bird, wanting to be jealous but also timid.
Seeing this, Ning Yu couldn't bear to tease her anymore. The sight of Shen Yiyue's hurt expression was truly heartbreaking.
She reached out and gently scratched Shen Yiyue's nose, a gesture that made Shen Yiyue look up at her.
"Silly girl, do you believe everything I say?"
Ning Yu laughed and pinched her cheek.
"Stop pinching my face! It'll get round!"
Shen Yiyue swatted Ning Yu's hand away, protesting indignantly, still unhappy about what Ning Yu had said.
"From the past to now, I've never liked anyone else but you."
Ning Yu leaned close to Shen Yiyue's face and said softly.
Then, she gently blinked her eyelashes against Shen Yiyue's cheek, making her feel ticklish.
But Ning Yu's words filled her heart with warmth and sweetness, and she couldn't help but look at Ning Yu with joy:
"Really?"
"Of course, would I lie to you?"
Ning Yu gazed at her face, which she never tired of.
"You just lied to me..."
Shen Yiyue wasn't stupid and gave Ning Yu a sidelong glance.
"Hehe~"
Ning Yu tried to brush it off, stealing Shen Yiyue's "hehe" as well.
"You lying rascal, Ning Yu, must be punished!"
Shen Yiyue immediately protested, turning the tables, hugging Ning Yu's delicate body, and twisting her body.
She flipped over and pressed Ning Yu against the back of the sofa, just like before, only the positions were reversed.
Ning Yu didn't resist, watching Shen Yiyue's childish behavior with undisguised affection in her eyes:
"Okay~ okay~"
Before Ning Yu could finish, Shen Yiyue imitated Ning Yu's actions, this time she was the one to kiss Ning Yu's thin, slightly cool lips.
Both closed their eyes, savoring the beautiful moment.
In the dark room, Shen Qianqian opened the door a crack, her mouth open to yawn, when she saw this heart-racing scene.
She quickly covered her eyes, but her fingers were spread wide, her eyes gleaming through the gaps:
This... is this something a child like me should see?!
No, I have to take another look!
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