A Song For A Summer’s Night - Chapter 135

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Lan Shufen was not used to dating, and yet, Song Zhen was a natural. He clasped his hands with hers, walking towards his parked car as she kept stumbling in her heels and bumping into him.

Song Zhen paused, turning slightly. “Where are your glasses?” he questioned.

Lan Shufen clutched at her purse.

He then took it from her, pulling out her case. He lifted her glasses slowly, placing it over the bridge of her nose.

“You are most adorable when you wear them,” he told her smoothly, wearing a sly smile. Lan Shufen felt like her heart was going to burst. She hated how bashful she felt. Everyone she knew always composed themselves around their significant other, and yet she couldn’t even seem to hide a blush.

“Thank you,” she said, pushing her glasses against her eyes, the clarity of her sight returned.

Song Zhen opened his car door for her, and she stepped in. They then drove off towards a restaurant that required seat reservations.

Inside, they were escorted to sit. The waitress served them water and disappeared to place in their order for food.

Song Zhen noticed that Lan Shufen was going to request something, but seeing as the waitress appeared to be busy, she looked as if she didn’t want to bother her.

“Did you want anything else?” Song Zhen asked.

Lan Shufen pursed her lips. “I was going to ask for an alcoholic drink,” she said.

Song Zhen’s eyes widened slightly. “But you are a lightweight,” he responded, remembering the last time he’d seen her drunk.

Lan Shufen felt embarrassed. She wanted that drink for encouragement, feeling like she didn’t have the confidence to be with him.

Seeing her expression, Song Zhen stood up and headed towards the bartender of the restaurant. Lan Shufen didn’t tell him what she wanted, so she was curious as to what he was doing.

A woman then approached him, holding his bicep firmly. She watched as Song Zhen shook his head, not paying much attention to her, and that woman walked away.

He then returned shortly after with a drink in his hand, offering it to her.

Lan Shufen’s eyes glinted as the top of the glass had sugared candy. She took a sip of the sweet drink and took a bite out of the candy. “Thank you,” she said to him, smiling like an idiot.

Song Zhen grinned. “I didn’t know that getting you a drink would make you this happy,” he said.

It wasn’t just that, Lan Shufen thought. Everything about him made her happy.

“Any act of kindness can make me happy,” she replied.

Song Zhen arched a brow. He then took something out of his coat pocket and gave it to her.

Lan Shufen took it; it was a thin and nicely wrapped gift.

She grinned, creasing her brows slightly, wondering what it was. She then unwrapped it, and her eyes gaped.

“Is this…?” she broke off.

“It’s the advanced copy of your favourite manhua. It’s the unedited proof, though.”

Lan Shufen’s lips parted. She couldn’t believe it. She remembered the author went on hiatus; therefore, she couldn’t continue reading it because it wasn’t available for sale. He must have had contacted someone who directly worked for the author.

She stood up from her seat, embracing him tightly, practically sitting on his lap. “I can’t believe this. Why?”

She felt him smile against her ear. “Well. I’ve wanted to give it to you for a while, but now it was just a good time.”

Lan Shufen then leaned back to face him. His eyes were laced with longing and desire.

She shifted slightly, and he groaned.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Lan Shufen asked him when she stood up.

Song Zhen shook his head. “No. It’s just that…nevermind,” he said, chuckling.

Lan Shufen stared at him innocently, wondering what he was going to say.

She then returned to her seat, seeing as their public display of affection had grown intensely.

They went on with their date. They were sitting at opposite ends, but near the end, they ended up beside each other, reading the manhua together.

After they finished, Song Zhen paid for the dinner, and he drove her back home. He walked her to the front door of her apartment when she stood at the doorframe and asked, “Would you like to come in?”

Song Zhen nodded, entering in shortly behind her. Lan Shufen didn’t know why she felt nervous. It wasn’t like he hadn’t come by before; this would be just like every other time he visited.

She turned on the lights of her apartment, hanging her purse, removing her heels, and Song Zhen hung his light coat. He followed her to the living room, where they both sat down on her couch. She then walked over to the front of her television screen to put on a Donghua. Seeing as there was a problem with the cables,聽she knelt and leaned over to disentangle and re-plug them.

The hem of her dress had聽lifted slightly over her bottom. Song Zhen glanced away after he caught the way her stockings complimented her legs, and she wore too thin pink underwear.

After Lan Shufen finished, she walked over to him, realizing that a flush had crept on his face.聽She then wondered why he looked that way.

They started to watch the animated show she put on when she found herself leaning against him, wanting to lie down comfortably.

Song Zhen glanced at her, as she crossed her arms under breasts, raising her knees, and the skirt of her dress dropped to her hips, exposing her enticingly, traceable legs. Song Zhen felt like she would surely be the end of him.

Lan Shufen felt Song Zhen run his fingers through her dark hair in lazy, smooth strokes. She lifted her chin, looking at him as their gazes collided.

Lan Shufen’s face heated at the intensity of his eyes. “You’re very lovely,” he told her, dazed.

Lan Shufen sat up; her hair slipped from her shoulders. She dared herself to lean forward, to go for it, to claim him.

His gaze dropped to her lips, and Lan Shufen could feel his warm breath. She聽moved closer, pressing her palms on the couch until she pressed her lips onto his.

Song Zhen responded by holding her head, near the nape of her neck, to deepen their kiss. He then took control, flipping her beneath him suddenly.

He looked down at her appreciatively, and

Lan Shufen looked away, feeling his scorching gaze.

He leaned over her ear, his teeth gliding over the curve. “Can I continue?” he asked her.

Lan Shufen nodded.

“I want to hear you say it,” he stopped to turn her chin over gently, facing him.

Her chest was rising and falling slowly, her mouth panting. “Yes,” she breathed. “You can continue.”

Song Zhen grinned. He then took her lips, devouring her mouth. He trailed down towards her neck, kissing over her dress, feeling the heat of her body rise through the fabric. He kept moving lower, locking gazes, making sure that she was watching him and loving it.

Lan Shufen writhed beneath him as he stopped at the centre of her body. He grabbed her stockings, ripping them apart, surprising her.

He then bent down to trail his lips against her thighs, and Lan Shufen clenched, anticipating the warmth of him.

He pressed tantalizing pecks over her skin, and wanting more, Lan Shufen pushed his head down, encouraging him.

Song Zhen pushed her thong aside, lifting her legs over his shoulders, descending his mouth onto her aching flesh. At first contact, Lan Shufen sat up suddenly, tilting her head back, a moan escaping her lips.

He ate her deliciously, and she began to feel the unfamiliar tremors, trying to flow out of her.

Her stomach rolled in waves trying to grasp the overwhelming feeling of pleasure fully.

Song Zhen then parted from her, smacking his lips together. He smiled, retaking her lush mouth. He then lifted the dress from her body, removing any clothing she had left on her body. She then hastily helped him discard his shirt and pants, and everything else.

He then lowered himself onto her. “Let me know if I hurt you,” he told her.

Lan Shufen nodded. She then wrapped her arms around his shoulders, meeting a bright spark of pain, but he moved in her gently, slowly and rhythmically.

He held onto the armrest above her head to steady himself. She could feel him, all of him, moving in her, driving her senses.

He groaned in her ear, grunting in pleasure. She felt him move faster, and she called out his name, clutching at his body tightly. It felt so good as her body shook and convulsed in spasms. Shortly after, Song Zhen pulled out, spilling his filmed cum over her naval.

He then dropped to her side, and she moved over to make room. He caressed her hair out her face.

“I’m not sure if I should ask you this now since the answer could either make what we did really awkward or happy,” he said.

Lan Shufen chuckled. “What is it?”

He gazed into her eyes deeply. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Lan Shufen stretched her arm, placing a hand over his face. “Yes,” she said.

Song Zhen grinned. He then moved over her again. “You’ve stirred me.”

Lan Shufen’s eyes bulged. “But, my聽waist still hurts!”