Chapter 4: 4

04. Tofu Was Eaten… Was It an Accident?

Song Luan was somewhat surprised; Hang Jiyun was the most taciturn and gloomy guy in their class. He didn’t like associating with anyone, and he didn’t even have a single friend.

This situation hadn’t changed until the teacher had allocated him to You’er’s group. Although his previous group members had all been afraid of him, they had always secretly complained that he never listened to their arrangements, nor did any of the work.

After joining the small group led by You’er, nobody knew what she had done, but he miraculously listened to her.

Even if he was still withdrawn and it was impossible for him to quit smoking, he would still show up with You’er at dinner and their group meetings. Even if he arrived late, he had never been absent.

Once, he had unexpectedly seen him coming out of a hotel with a strange woman. Song Luan had been thinking that had a girlfriend and he was not surprised by his questions today.

How could they play Truth or Dare without such questions? What’s more, You’er was also here…

However, he hadn’t expected that he would give You’er such a wicked Dare. Although Song Luan was somewhat surprised, he was also very interested in the next scene.

Ke Hongming furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Hang Jiyun. Their eyes met and it was unknown what passed between them, but Ke Hongming didn’t say anything.

Nonetheless, Zan You’er, the heroine of this Dare, was still in a state of system failure.1 

“Ki… Kiss! And for three minutes! Hang Jiyun, do you want me to suffocate to death? And I even have to sit on Ke Hongming and kiss… Let me go (┭┮﹏┭┮)…”

“Okay, You’er, I’m going to start timing.”

Song Luan flashed the only timer at the scene—his wristwatch—and observed the rotation of the second hand as he reminded You’er.

Jiang Tairan squatted on top of the chair with an expression of one watching a good play;

“Hurry up, hurry up, I want to see Xiao Youyou kiss!”

This was essentially forcing her to drive a duck up onto a perch…2 

But there was nothing she could do about it. You had to have strong psychological quality and enough mental preparation in order to play Truth or Dare. Zan You’er’s small face crumpled up before recovering quickly. She remained seated on Ke Hongming’s lap as she turned and faced Hang Jiyun; she was ready.

Hang Jiyun was waiting for You’er to bring their lips together when Ke Hongming suddenly froze up.

Does Zan You’er know what she’s doing with her ass…!

His lower body was already pressed up against Zan You’er’s hot, upturned butt, and with her rubbing and twisting around in such a way, Ke Hongming would not be a normal man if he didn’t react!

With their knees touching, Zan You’er and Hang Jiyun’s bodies slowly got closer and closer to each other. However, Hang Jiyun had barely moved, and it was Zan You’er who moved closer towards him. After all, she was well aware that Hang Jiyun was like an unmoving mountain under the onslaught of wind and rain.3 

On one side, Ke Hongming turned his head to the side as he tried his best to control the reaction of his lower body, while on the other side, Hang Jiyun had already made contact with You’er’s lips.

Her lips were relatively pouty with a soft and elastic sensation, whereas Hang Jiyun’s lips were thin and slightly cold. One hot and one cold pressed together, producing a rapid chemical reaction. Hang Jiyun stretched out the tip of his tongue and pried You’er’s lips open, entering her mouth.

In addition to his cool, minty flavour, long-term smoking left his lips with the slight bitterness of cigarette tar. You’er didn’t know whether it was because of him smoking a peculiar type of cigarette, but she seemed to smell the aroma of chocolate.

Hang Jiyun—who had never liked to take the initiative—was unexpectedly dominant when kissing. His hand which had been resting on the back of his chair was pressed against the back of You’er’s head, bringing her closer to him.

Because she had to remain seated on Ke Hongming’s lap for these three minutes, Hang Jiyun leaned closer to her, both of their bodies almost touching each other. Ke Kongming turned and glanced at them for a moment before turning back around with a stinky face.

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Hang Jiyun’s close proximity caused his strong, masculine aura to assault You’er’s senses. She had little experience with kissing, and even less when it came to french kissing,[efn_noteJust in case there’s someone who doesn’t know, french kissing = kissing with tongue.[/efn_note]  hence, she relied on Hang Jiyun to drive her through the entire process.

He used the blade of his tongue to curl around Zan You’er’s tongue—which was hidden inside his mouth—before wrapping around the tip of her tongue and sucking. Their tongues, which were rubbing together mutually, brought supreme pleasure to the both of them, and You’er could feel that she was already wet.

Bringing You’er’s fragrant tongue out of the confines of their lips, the two of them pushed and pulled each other with the tips of their tongues, releasing a lot of fluids.

Jiang Tairan seemed as though he was watching a live porno and he was immensely excited because the heroine was Zan You’er. He made no effort to conceal the tent propped up by his lower body and continued to stare fixedly at the scene of the two of them kissing each other.

Hang Jiyun’s lower jaw had distinct lines from the back of his ears to his chin, his profile was almost perfect. Although his eyelashes were not as curled as Jiang Tairan’s, they were still very thick. When he closed his eyes, the shadow cast by the light was enough to cover the mole two centimetres below his eyelid.

His palm caressed the back of You’er’s neck as he transitioned from french kissing to nibbling her lips as the two of them went back and forth sucking each other’s lips.

Hang Jiyun seemed to be very fascinated with her soft, plump lips. The tips of their noses rubbed and collided several times. Even as they changed directions back and forth, he was just engrossed in licking and sucking You’er’s lips.

Hence, she could only endure Hang Jiyun’s licking and kissing. Due to the fact that the lips contained so many nerve endings, the sensitivity was a hundred times higher than other places. Zan You’er had a look of extreme comfort on her face as her eyelashes trembled from time to time.

Ke Hongming was still unable to help stealing a glance. He didn’t know whether it was because Hang Jiyun’s kiss was too erotic, but You’er kept grinding against his lower body. Just after he had calmed down for a while, he quietly swallowed his saliva as his desire slowly congested once more.

You’er was enthralled with Hang Jiyun’s kiss, but she became distracted by the heat and hardness that was slowly swelling up below her body. She naturally knew what it was. She was also someone who had been in several relationships; even if she had never eaten pork, she had still seen a pig run.4 

A touch of soft pink dyed her skin from her neck to her cheeks. Obviously, she was kissing Hang Jiyun. Why was this dude, Ke Hongming, getting so hard? Could it be… he had a hobby of engaging in voyeurism!?5

As she let her imagination run wild, Hang Jiyun seemed to notice her inattention and heavily bit her red lip, causing You’er to cry out softly. At the same time, Song Luan declared that the time was up.

Stroking her slightly swollen lips, Zan You’er wrinkled her eyebrows. She was very dissatisfied with Hang Jiyun’s behaviour of biting herself.

Consequently, she glared at Hang Jiyun—whose eyes were lowered—as she silently roasted this ghostly man inside her heart.

Ten minutes passed quickly. Ke Hongming acted as though he wanted to get away from something dirty as quickly as possible. Zan You’er had just stood up when he pulled his stool towards the table and said;

“Do you weigh 60 kilograms, my legs are numb from the pressure, hurry up and lose weight, idiot!”

Zan You’er patted her skirt and sat back in her seat. With her arms propped up against the table, she pulled her lower eyelid down and stuck her tongue out at him.6 

“Bllllleehhh,7 It’s not me who’s tired.”

The person shuffling the cards changed from Hang Jiyun to Song Luan. Hang Jiyun hadn’t spoken since he kissed Zan You’er. He just took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket before pulling a cigarette out from it and placing it in his mouth. After taking out the lighter, he paused for a few seconds before putting it back, now, he was just holding onto the cigarette as he looked down at the ground.

Still thinking about the kissing scene he had just seen, Jiang Tairan was full of admiration for Hang Jiyun who was looking down with a cigarette in his mouth.

“Tsk tsk tsk… you hide too deeply! Xiao Youyou has been kissed by you to such a state, awesome.”

He gave a thumbs up.

What is ‘such a state’!?

Zan You’er nudged Jiang Tairan, who had returned to his original position, with her knee. However, he gently pressed down on her knee, and—unbeknownst whether it was intentional or unintentional—his hand slid towards You’er’s skirt as the hollow of his palm rubbed against her smooth, silky skin.

Zan You’er had the feeling that her tofu had been eaten, but she couldn’t tell which piece of tofu had been eaten.8 She turned to look at Jiang Tairan who was looking at her with an innocent smile. She was stunned; maybe he didn’t do it on purpose…

 

As in, she froze up like a computer crashing. (赶鸭子上架 – gǎn yā zī shàng jià) ie; metaphor for forcing someone to do something beyond one’s ability. To be stable and calm in any situation. (没吃过猪肉，也见过猪跑) A proverb used to describe a person who hasn’t personally experienced smth, but still has some knowledge regarding the matter. In this case, she’s saying that even though she’s a virgin, she still understands what’s going on. Voyeurism is a sexual fetish where one gains sexual pleasure from watching others engaging in sexual activity. Like this.  Sound of tongue sticking out. (吃豆腐 – chī dòu fu) Tofu being eaten means being molested or taken advantage of.

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