Zhang Danlin was just wearing a thin nightgown at the moment, while Hao Jian was also lightly dressed, having taken off his jacket due to the warmth from cooking in the kitchen earlier, leaving only a short sleeve shirt. So now, as he lay on the bed and embraced Zhang Danlin from behind, though their skin was separated by a layer of nightgown, it felt as if they were stuck together, the sensation was intense.

At the moment of contact, Hao Jian felt his heart leap; he could feel the coolness of Zhang Danlin's skin along with a sense of comfort that could only be described as soothing. As he pressed against Zhang Danlin's back, he could even feel her heartbeat.

He could sense Zhang Danlin's heartbeat racing, especially at the moment he embraced her, it instantly sped up several times over, but after a while, her heartbeat and breathing gradually slowed down.

Hao Jian felt his nerves being stimulated, his emotions fluctuating unstably; he forced himself to stay calm, fearing disasters if he couldn't control himself, which might lead to inappropriate actions.

He noticed Zhang Danlin didn't move, so he attempted to release her and slowly leave. However, just as he started to move slightly, Zhang Danlin quickly grabbed his hand.

"Don't go," Zhang Danlin said.

Hao Jian could feel the plea in her tone; he was about to leave but hearing such a pleading tone made him reluctant. So, he placed his hand back on her waist, continued to embrace her, maintaining a posture, enduring.

His breathing became much more rapid because the sensation of the skin was too real and too close; though he usually controlled his desires, at this moment he was near the point of losing control. If they got any closer, he felt that something might indeed happen.

Because he was behind her, he did not see how flushed Zhang Danlin's flawless face was.

She herself didn't know why; suddenly she mustered the courage to do these things. Usually, she got along well with guys, but actions that were too intimate and ambiguous had always been avoided, strictly maintaining a distance.

But tonight, she didn't know what happened, calling Hao Jian over to her house late at night, maybe due to real fear. Yet she really didn't know why she requested Hao Jian to lie on the same bed and then asked him to hold her.

She truly didn't understand why she said those words, but it was indeed something she wanted to say, just lacking courage—tonight she finally got such courage.

Her face was burning red at the moment, partly out of shyness; it was her first time being embraced by a boy like this, especially tightly on the bed. Alone in the room, their actions seemed ambiguous, any girl would blush in such circumstances.

This was part of the reason, another was her accelerated heartbeat and excited body. Imagine, being held by someone you like in such a situation, isn't it a dream come true? How can one not be excited? Excitement naturally raises one's heartbeat, followed by an increase in body temperature and then the face turns red.

Her mind was in turmoil; she couldn't describe her feelings at the moment, just feeling very happy and excited; her original fear had vanished, replaced by endless wild thoughts.

She now even dared to consider doing something more outrageous.

Though simply holding her like this, it felt different; because the person holding her was Hao Jian, her thoughts wandered. She felt a bit of dampness there.

"Can you hold me tighter?" she suddenly said.

"Ah!" Hao Jian instantly widened his eyes in surprise, feeling a bit incredulous. He didn't understand what Zhang Danlin was up to; first asking him to lie on the bed, then have him hold her, now requesting a tighter embrace, the demands seemed to escalate with each request.

He couldn't comprehend why she was asking such things one after another, it was strangely abnormal; yet he was a bit helpless. He didn't know what to do, and besides, in this situation Zhang Danlin herself was quite charming, a dream girl for many boys—he couldn't help but feel a bit out of control, his heartbeat accelerating.

"Do you hate me?" amidst Hao Jian's random thoughts, Zhang Danlin suddenly asked.

Without thinking, he shook his head and said, "No, how could I hate you?"

Upon hearing Hao Jian's answer, Zhang Danlin immediately smiled, satisfied, and said, "Then just hold me tighter."

Hao Jian realized he had fallen into Zhang Danlin's trap; she knew he would surely deny it, then her next request could not be refused, otherwise his previous words would be a lie, leaving no choice.

It was a trap, an open trap waiting for him to fall in; he suddenly understood, even though she was turned away from him, he could feel a hint of joy in her heart.

He had no choice; he never thought he would be tricked by a girl someday. His emotions were conflicted, feeling a mistake he would regret for a thousand years.

But his words were already spoken; he was already in the trap, so no choice but to oblige. Silently holding tighter, their skin contact became more intimate; immediately he felt his nerves tighten, urgently controlling his body.

"This isn't good!" The words popped into his mind instantly.

Before he could react, his sensitive area began to respond; he forcefully controlled himself, fearing that if Zhang Danlin sensed his reaction, it would be utterly embarrassing.

A girl calling you to her house so late was trusting you, letting you hold her, and in that moment developing bad intentions, wouldn't that be despicable? If Zhang Danlin discovered it, where would he find the face to meet her in future?

He tried hard to stay calm and stabilize his body's response. But at that moment he couldn't move; any movement would be noticed, revealing something occurred.

This situation couldn't happen, definitely not, otherwise it would be like digging one's own grave.

Finally, he managed to control his reaction, his face burning red. At that moment, Zhang Danlin finally sensed something amiss, a consequent blush.

"Maybe I should go; you should sleep early," Hao Jian said. He felt that if he didn't leave, something might indeed occur.

He wasn't Liu Xiahui, calm amidst passion; nor a saint, capable of controlling his desires. Zhang Danlin was just a student, a moment's folly wouldn't harm a little girl, couldn't do such a beastly thing.

He finished speaking and got up to leave, but Zhang Danlin quickly pulled him back, pleading, "Don't leave, stay a bit longer until the rain stops; if it doesn't stop, I'll be really scared."

Hao Jian considered, glancing outside; the rain still fell but much lighter than before, so after contemplation, he decided to stay until it stopped, then leave.

Seeing Hao Jian stay, Zhang Danlin smiled.

He sat, but now instead of hugging her, she hugged him, reaching from behind.

"Do you think I'm good?" Zhang Danlin suddenly asked.

Hao Jian paused, unsure why Zhang Danlin asked this, but still replied, "Yes."

Though knowing Hao Jian's answer was a bit perfunctory, her face still smiled.

"Don't you think I'm a bit selfish now?" Zhang Danlin blinked, looking expectantly.

Considering, Hao Jian replied, "Everyone has selfishness, as long as it's not excessive."

"Mm!" Zhang Danlin nodded.

Then she bombarded Hao Jian with questions while his responses were simple, maintaining the moment while outside the rain subsided, the wind calmed, lightning and thunder ceased.

Seeing the rain stop, Hao Jian said, "The rain has stopped, so I'll be leaving."

"Mm!" Zhang Danlin nodded.

Although she wanted Hao Jian to stay, she previously said he could leave when the rain stopped. Now that it had, his departure was unavoidable, while stopping him would break promises and seem untrustworthy.

Hao Jian got up, and just like that, he left.