Chapter 25: Your Touch—I'm About to Explode

Jiang Ran only felt a surge of hot blood surging toward the celestial spirit dome, a buzzing in his ears, and before him remained only the moonlit body, translucent white as jade, wreathed in steam and scent.

Su Ruan's hoarse, teasing "Brother", like a feather, neither light nor heavy, scratched his most sensitive heart, causing all his muscles to instantly tighten like iron.

His throat was so dry it hurt, and he swallowed with difficulty, trying to say something, but found he could not produce any sound.

His eyes seemed nailed to Su Ruan, from her damp hair tips, to the beads of water rolling down her neck, to the faint rise and fall visible under her thin vest, and to the waist that could not fit in a hand and her straight, slender calves…

Every part exuded a deadly attraction to him.

Su Ruan watched his dumbfounded, flushed face, yet his eyes burned as if about to spew fire, and the mischievous thought in her heart grew stronger.

She not only did not hide it, but took a light step forward.

That step left her fully exposed in the sliver of moonlight streaming through the window, her silhouette becoming ever clearer and more alluring.

"Hmm?" she emitted a questioning nasal sound, her eyes flickering, innocence mixed with unwitting coquettishness, "Why aren't you speaking? Did… I scare you, brother?"

As she spoke, she subconsciously lifted her arm and lightly brushed her warm cheek with the back of her hand, a motion that accentuated the curve of her chest.

Jiang Ran's breathing suddenly grew heavy; almost instinctively, with a "Bang", he slammed the door behind him shut, cutting off any possible view from outside.

Then he lunged forward a great stride, instantly closing the distance between them.

In the cramped space, the damp, warm scent after bathing collided violently with his strong masculine hormone aura, intertwining.

He seized Su Ruan's wrist with a grip that made her frown slightly, yet her watery eyes still stared at him boldly, showing no fear, only a hint of slyness and… encouragement?

"You…" Jiang Ran's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, each word forced from deep in his throat, "You did it on purpose… right?"

He lowered his head, his scorching breath pouring onto Su Ruan's sensitive earlobe and neck side, eliciting a subtle shiver in her.

Su Ruan could clearly feel his body's scorching heat and tension; she still lifted her face, RuanRuan retorted, "I didn't… who told you, brother, to sneak into my room…"

As she spoke, her voice grew softer, tinged with a bit of grievance, yet also sounding coquettish.

Those words further ignited the last sliver of Jiang Ran's reason.

He abruptly lowered his head, fiercely seizing the two lips that had slightly opened in surprise.

This kiss was more ferocious and urgent than any before, bearing an almost savage predatory feel.

He was like a dying traveler in the desert finally finding a spring, greedily, insatiably drawing her sweetness.

His tongue forcefully invaded, entangling her, leaving no corner untouched.

"Mmm…" Su Ruan, softened all over by his kiss, could barely stand, only weakly clinging to his broad shoulder, allowing him to take whatever he wanted.

The thin vest she wore, amid the struggle and friction, slipped its shoulder strap slightly, revealing a small patch of delicate, smooth shoulder and a faint curve.

Jiang Ran's hand also began to act erratically.

The scorching large hand that had originally gripped her waist tightly gradually began to glide up and down her smooth back.

That full, highly elastic feel made Jiang Ran's scalp tingle.

His kneading pressure was somewhat heavy, carrying the rashness and loss of control of a first experience.

Su Ruan, made a bit sore and oddly tingling, couldn't help letting out a faint whimper, her body twisting slightly, trying to pull away.

Yet her unconscious struggle seemed more like a push‑pull, completely destroying Jiang Ran's reason.

His kiss grew deeper, and his hand movements became bolder.

That hand even tried to reach in from the hem of the vest, seeking direct contact with the coveted delicate skin.

The icy fingertips just touched the warm skin at her side, and Su Ruan jolted sharply.

No… can't go on…

It's not that she doesn't want to, but… the timing and place are wrong.

This is at the Jiang Family; although sister is absent, parents and grandmother are next door, any loud movement would surely alert them.

Moreover, she could see Jiang Ran was a first‑timer; in this state, it's easy to lose control, and she didn't want their first time to happen in such rushed, secretive circumstances.

Just as Jiang Ran's hand was about to advance further, Su Ruan turned her head, evading his scorching kiss, her voice breathy with a clear refusal, gently pushing his chest: "Don't… Jiang Ran… no…"

Her voice was like a bucket of cold water with ice, dousing Jiang Ran's scorching nerves.

He abruptly halted, lifted his eyes and looked at her with puzzled and hurt expression, his hoarse voice breaking: "Why… RuanRuan… I feel uncomfortable…"

He grasped her hand.

"You touch… I'm about to explode…"

Su Ruan's hand wanted to retract as if burned, but he held it firmly.

She looked at his eyes, filled with lust yet tinged with a boyish grievance, feeling both soft and amused inside.

She softened her voice, as if soothing an agitated large dog: "I understand… but not here… parents and grandmother will hear…"

She extended her other hand, gently caressing his scorching cheek, her gaze tender yet firm: "Wait a bit longer, okay? Until we… hold a banquet, until we have our own place… I… I'm all yours."

As she spoke, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with unparalleled sincerity and promise.

"Jiang Ran, I cherish you, and I cherish our… first time. I don't want it to be so rushed, so… secretive."

Her words were like the most effective sedative.

Jiang Ran's wildly beating heart and boiling blood, under her gentle gaze and soft whispers, gradually, little by little, calmed down.

Indeed, how could he be here… treat his RuanRuan like this?

She is his darling, the bride he intends to marry properly; their first time should be in their own warm marital chamber, not in his sister's room, like a thief.

The huge sense of loss and lingering burning desire made him extremely uncomfortable, but Su Ruan's words "I cherish you" were like honey, sweetening the deepest part of his heart.

He took several deep breaths, striving to suppress his body's restlessness, his forehead pressed against hers, breathing heavily, his voice still hoarse yet tinged with restrained pain: "…Fine, I'll follow your lead."