Lin Feng's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might leap right out of his chest.
Darkness gives people courage.
And now that he was sure she was into him, Lin Feng went all in.
Quietly, he switched to his left hand to hold Su Qingwen's left, letting her small hand rest naturally on his thigh.
Then his right hand rose slowly, moving from behind her shoulder downward until it settled around her slender waist.
Su Qingwen trembled again, but she didn't resist.
In fact, she leaned forward a little, giving his arm more room so he could hold her comfortably.
His palm pressed against her waist, and through the thin T‑shirt, he could feel the softness and warmth of her skin.
It wasn't the bony kind of slim — there was just a hint of plushness, a little curve that made the sensation more real, more tempting.
His fingers couldn't help but tighten slightly, savoring that smooth, warm touch.
Su Qingwen bit her lower lip, her eyes unfocused on the big screen, but it was obvious her mind wasn't on the movie.
She could feel the heat of Lin Feng's hand seeping through the fabric, that tingling warmth spreading from her waist to her whole body, melting her into a puddle.
In the dark, Lin Feng held her soft waist, feeling her warmth and the slight tremble in her body.
He could hear his own heartbeat — boom, boom, boom — and hers, just as quick.
The mood was definitely set.
Summoning every ounce of nerve, Lin Feng gently cupped her delicate chin and turned her face toward him.
"Hmm?"
Su Qingwen's heart missed a beat — she knew what was coming.
Instinctively, she leaned back, trying to dodge.
Thud.
Her back hit the side divider of the booth — nowhere left to retreat.
She didn't say "no," didn't push him away.
Her big, watery eyes glimmered in the darkness, a mix of panic, shyness, but more than anything, a kind of resigned anticipation.
Lin Feng got it instantly.
Senior Sister was a rookie at this — she didn't want to seem too forward, needed a little nudge.
And that cold divider? Perfect nudge.
Lin Feng's heart was hammering too — it was his first time this close with a girl.
In the dim light, her face looked pure yet irresistible.
Her lashes fluttered with nerves, cheeks flushed like a ripe peach under the flickering screen glow.
Absolutely adorable.
His gaze landed on her slightly parted cherry lips — full, glossy, with a glimpse of neat white teeth.
Unable to hold back, Lin Feng slowly lowered his head and moved in.
The moment their lips touched, it was like an electric shock shot through both of them.
Senior Sister's lips are so soft!
A sweetness he couldn't describe flooded his mouth.
"Mmm!"
Su Qingwen stiffened, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment.
Her first kiss — gone to a junior?
But then a wave of tenderness wrapped around her, like it could melt her heart.
His lips were so warm… so comforting…
Her lashes trembled, and she finally closed her eyes, giving in completely.
Soon she felt Lin Feng's tongue slip in, gently parting her lips and touching her own.
"Nnn…"
It was a sensation she'd never known — an electric current from her tongue shooting through her whole body, leaving her tingling all over.
Her legs rubbed together unconsciously, a hot rush surged from her lower belly, and her pussy instantly grew slick.
She wanted to respond, to explore his mouth with her tongue, to tangle with him.
But she didn't dare.
If Lin Feng knew that just a kiss made her pussy this wet… would he think her cheap? Unrefined?
So she just accepted his invasion, her insides churning.
Her little hand even lifted on its own, reaching for his firm chest.
At the last second, she stopped herself, clutching the hem of her T‑shirt, knuckles white from holding back the tidal wave of desire.
After a long, drawn‑out kiss, Lin Feng finally pulled back, reluctantly.
A thin, glistening strand of saliva connected their lips for a moment before breaking in the dark.
Su Qingwen gasped for air, cheeks blazing, dabbing her swollen lips with a small hand, eyes carrying a hint of reproach — like she was blaming him for being too bold.
Then — BOOM!
A loud thud came from the neighboring booth, making Su Qingwen jump, snapping her back to reality.
Next came a man's heavy panting and smug voice:
"How was that? Am I good? Did you finish?"
The girl's voice was tearful and breathy: "Wu… easy… You hit me…"
"That's the point!" the man growled.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A steady, rhythmic pounding started, the divider vibrating with each impact — the unmistakable sound of a woman pinned against it, caught in frantic motion.
Hearing those face-reddening noises and looking at Su Qingwen's flushed, dazed face, Lin Feng's imagination kicked into overdrive.
What if that man was me… and the woman pressed against the divider, with nowhere to run… was Su Qingwen?
The scene formed crystal clear in his mind.
He pictured her pinned firmly to that cold divider, her pale neck arching back in helpless ecstasy, long black hair messy over her shoulders.
Her white T‑shirt was soaked with sweat, one side of the neckline torn down past her shoulder, revealing a smooth, round slope of skin.
Even though he'd never seen her body, in his mind her enormous, soft breasts were fully exposed, swaying wildly with every thrust, tracing breathtaking arcs that made his heart race.
And himself — one hand gripping her delicate waist, feeling the softness and springiness under his palm, each thrust leaving red marks as he drove into her.