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Before I could react further, Ruan Mei had already made a move. She raised her hand and undid the buttons of the shawl in the same color, with exquisite embroidery, worn over the cheongsam. As she moved, the soft shawl slid down her smooth arms and was placed on the bedside table by her. Beneath the shawl were her rounded, fragrant shoulders and a section of her arms exposed by the sleeveless design of the cheongsam.
Under the intertwining of the cold moonlight and the warm yellow light in the room, her skin presented a near-transparent texture, white and delicate, like fine mutton-fat jade, emitting a soft luster. After finishing this movement, she didn't look at me again, but slightly lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows under the light.
The room was so quiet that only our slightly hurried breathing could be heard. Looking at her figure close at hand with some defenses removed, feeling that complex atmosphere mixed with scientific resolve and feminine shyness, my brain seemed to hang for a moment.
I looked at Ruan Mei, who was slightly bowing her head, exposing her snow-white shoulders, the air filled with the elegant fragrance of plum blossoms covered in morning dew, mixed with a hint of undetectable... nervousness? She handed the choice entirely to me. Those eyes that usually saw through everything and were calm and rational were now lowered, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if covering up something.
"Research"...? Perhaps. But at this moment, what drove me was definitely not just the curiosity to cooperate with the research. Ruan Mei, this genius standing at the pinnacle of life science, her beauty was so unique, cold with a hint of indescribable asceticism, yet at this moment, she displayed a near-fragile obedience. Frankly, she really fit my aesthetic too well.
Reason told me this was absurd, but a certain impulse in my heart, or rather, a pure, male desire, took the upper hand at this moment. To be able to spend a wonderful night with such a beauty who stood apart from the world, even if in the name of "research," was... truly a great fortune.
I took a deep breath, suppressing the chaotic thoughts in my heart, and finally could not resist this temptation close at hand. I stretched out my arms and gently, tentatively, pulled her into my arms. Her body was very slender yet softly curvaceous, and through the silky cheongsam fabric, I could clearly feel the contours of her bones and the plush warmth of her skin. The moment my arms wrapped around her narrow waist, I clearly felt her tremble slightly, like a startled little deer, but she didn't push me away, nor did she make any resistance, just gently leaning the weight of her body against my chest.
This silent acquiescence was like an electric current that hit my heart instantly.
She acquiesced...
I buried my head in the crook of her neck, my nose almost touching her delicate skin. A clearer, richer fragrance instantly surrounded me. It wasn't the scent of any perfume, but the unique scent naturally emitted by her body, with a faint sweetness.
"You smell so good..." I murmured involuntarily.
The person in my arms seemed to tremble again, and her breathing became a bit hurried. My courage seemed to be ignited by this silent acceptance and intoxicating fragrance. My heart beat wildly in my chest, and my blood accelerated, carrying a near-adventurous impulse. My hand, uncontrollably, slowly, with a trace of hesitation, moved upward, and finally... gently covered the full and soft contours outlined under her cheongsam.
At that moment, I almost held my breath, having even prepared to meet her possible outburst of angry scolding, or at least a cold "please keep a necessary distance." After all, she was Ruan Mei, the genius who treated everything as a research object.
However, the expected reprimand did not come. The Ruan Mei in my arms just stiffened for a moment, and then, I heard a very, very light nasal sound—
"Mm..."
The sound was very low and light, like a feather drifting onto the heart lake, causing faint ripples. One could not hear obvious anger, nor clear welcome, more like a... uncontrollable, instinctive reaction. Perhaps it was surprise, perhaps it was... something else. But this light "Mm" was, to me, tantamount to a permit.
She didn't refuse.
My hand tightened slightly, feeling the amazing softness and elasticity of her heavy, perfectly rounded breasts through the thin fabric. They were full and supple, overflowing my palm with warm, yielding flesh that jiggled slightly under my squeeze. The temperature transmitted through the clothing made my breathing hot. That soft "Mm," like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirred ripples in my heart and completely ignited the impulse I had suppressed for a long time.
She didn't refuse... Ruan Mei, the genius who was always calm and self-possessed and treated everything as a research object, actually acquiesced to my touch. This silent permission was like a catalyst, making my actions gradually bolder. My hands were no longer satisfied with just staying on the soft contours of the cheongsam and began to wander slowly over her body. Through the silky, delicate fabric, I could clearly feel the dramatic curves of her body: the impossibly narrow waist that flared out into wide, fertile hips, the plush softness of her thick thighs, and the firm yet bouncy globes of her ass. Each inch seemed to have gone through precise calculations and natural creation, perfect enough to be amazing.
Her body was still trembling slightly, and her breathing had become a bit hurried, but she never pushed me away, nor did she make any sound to stop me. This total acceptance gradually replaced the slight guilt I had because of the "research" name with a strong, pure desire. My gaze fell on her slightly parted lips, which seemed to be adjusting her breathing. The color of her lips was very pale, like the cherry blossoms of early spring, with a natural, unpolished beauty. A thought emerged uncontrollably—I wanted to kiss her.
Once this thought appeared, it could no longer be suppressed. I lowered my head, slowly, almost holding my breath, and gently pressed my lips against hers. Her lips were soft and cool, with a trace of faint sweetness like the fragrance on her body. I could feel her body stiffen again the moment my lips pressed against hers, her eyelashes trembling violently, but she... actually didn't dodge!
She didn't turn her head, didn't step back, just let my lips cover hers. This discovery made me ecstatic and made me even bolder. This was no longer a probe, but a clear attack. I used a little force, pried open her teeth, and explored my tongue into her warm, moist oral cavity. At that moment, it was as if an electric current had shot through my whole body. The inside of her mouth was so soft and slippery, with an indescribable youthful and sweet fragrance.
I greedily sucked and demanded, my tongue entwined with hers, feeling her clumsy and raw response—or rather, almost no response, just letting me do whatever I wanted. This feeling... was simply extremely comfortable!
Was it the pleasure of conquest? Was it the satisfaction of being so intimate with a genius who was usually out of reach? Or was it pure, physiological pleasure?
I couldn't say; I only knew that at this moment, my whole world seemed to be concentrated in this kiss, concentrated on the woman in my arms who was trembling slightly but completely accepting me, named Ruan Mei. The room was left only with the moist sounds of lips and teeth entwined and our increasingly heavy breathing. The moonlight outside the window was still cold, but it seemed to have been stained with an ambiguous temperature by the romantic scene inside the room.
The so-called "research" had long been thrown to the back of my mind. We clung to each other's lips and teeth, kissing passionately for a long time, as if we wanted to fuse each other into each other's breathing. Until the air in my lungs was almost exhausted, I separated our lips with great reluctance.
The sound of panting was particularly clear in the quiet room. The Ruan Mei in front of me no longer had her usual coldness. Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, her moist eyes were misted with a thin layer of vapor, her gaze was dodging, not daring to look at me. A trace of crystal-clear silver silk still connected the corners of our mouths, trembling slightly with her hurried breathing, a sight that carried an ultimate, heart-palpitating charm.