The destination of the journey was a beautiful coastal city. There were four of us: me, my girlfriend Lingling, Lingling's good friend Peipei, and Peipei's boyfriend. The train sped along, passing rural woods and streams outside the window. Come to think of it, I hadn't taken a train in over ten years. Lingling said she had frequent urination and needed to sit by the aisle, so I sat by the window, excitedly looking around. This was my first long-distance trip with friends.
Lingling is lively and cute, with a pretty appearance, and I have always loved her dearly. But when I first met Peipei, I almost fell for her. Peipei carries a graceful, princess-like demeanor, steady and dignified, as beautiful as Lingling, yet far less flirtatious than Lingling. She is the kind of girl who would make a perfect wife. Of course, I know that under these circumstances, it's impossible for us, especially since her boyfriend and I are like brothers.
To pass the long car ride, we prepared chess, poker, and a big pile of snacks. As soon as the two girls got on the bus, they laughed and joked while eating and drinking. The yellow jokes I told made them laugh nonstop. A pleasant journey full of anticipation began just like that. The old man and old woman beside us obviously couldn’t stand our antics, and they changed seats early, casting disappointed looks as they left. But who cares? Youth is for having fun.
After playing around for a long time, everyone felt a bit tired. I tilted my head against the glass window, quietly looking outside. The scenery outside changed from time to time, sometimes lush and green, sometimes golden and brilliant. Half-asleep, I was immersed in the natural beauty. In a daze, I noticed Peipei sitting across from me in almost the same posture, her head leaning against the car window. This posture was just like that of lovers in the heat of passion. Her curved eyes held warmth, and the golden sunlight spilled over her delicate, fair face, making her appear exceptionally serene and beautiful. This dream-like girl before me merged with the beautiful scenery outside the window, like a magnificent oil painting.
Peipei seemed to be looking at me too. The instant our eyes met, her attractive, long, curved eyes zapped me. My heart jolted, deeply moved by her beauty, and a pool of spring water welled up in my heart. She noticed me staring at her, lowered her head slightly, lifted her slender hand to block the sunlight, half-squinted her eyes, pursed her thin, moist pink lips, and revealed a sweet yet shy smile. Snapping back to my senses, I awkwardly lowered my head, my mind in a complete mess. The me who had just stood there dumbly must have looked stupid in her eyes, and her boyfriend was still beside her. The more I thought about it, the more embarrassed I became, so I could only pretend to be falling asleep, letting my head droop.
But unintentionally, beneath the suspended tabletop, he discovered a view that had me dreaming about it day and night.
Peipei was wearing a pair of green super-short shorts. Her smooth, flawless beautiful legs were tightly crossed, with her right leg elegantly draped over her left. The delicate skin from the base of her thighs to her heels was almost fully exposed. Her toenails, painted pale pink, looked like five lovely petals, decorating her exquisite, flawless jade-like body. Pink slippers dangled and swayed between her slender toes. Like a haughty princess, she flirtatiously twisted her beautiful jade feet. My lust was stirred into a raging fire, while at the same time a sense of guilt rose up in my heart.
I had only just met Peipei’s boyfriend, and we got along very well. Staring so lecherously at Peipei’s body really damaged brotherly loyalty, not to mention my official girlfriend was sitting less than half a meter away from me. But the guy downstairs just wouldn’t cooperate and got hard anyway. Sigh, forget it. As soon as I got in the car I felt Peipei’s boyfriend was exchanging flirtatious glances with Lingling, not to mention Peipei and he had never gotten along well. I’ll just look at mine.
Peipei’s boyfriend was chatting happily with Lingling nearby, urging me urgently to join the conversation too. How could I have such leisure? I could only make perfunctory replies here and there, and then, like a thief, from time to time I cast my eyes under the tabletop, ravenously ‘molesting’ Peipei’s tender white legs and jade feet with my eyes. But each time it was only for a brief half-second. I was so tense my mouth was dry, and even my throat felt like it was smoking. Only then did I realize how difficult it was to avoid the gazes of three people at the same time.
So I deliberately dropped a few poker cards. 'Sorry about that.' Putting on an act, I bent down to pick them up and laboriously stuck my head under the tabletop. That way I could admire the wonderful scene without being discovered. My heart shot up into my throat. In the dim, cramped space, my lips were only a few centimeters from Peipei’s body. With my tongue, I could almost lick Peipei’s toes. My heart pounded wildly with excitement. Only when I got this close did I realize how beautiful Peipei’s feet were, how smooth and clean, without a single callus. I carefully pressed my nose over there, and a sour, hot breath rushed out from between her toes. I took a deep breath... oh my God, my eyes went blurry, and my penis instantly swelled to the limit, trembling with arousal. That smell almost made me shoot right out! Nearly out of control, I really wanted to take Peipei’s toes into my mouth and suck greedily...
Suddenly, Peipei shifted her body, and her foot kicked me right in the nose. I was startled, realizing I had been under the table for far too long. I hurriedly crawled out from under the table, my face flushed. I thought Peipei would apologize, but she seemed completely unaware she had kicked me, chatting and laughing with Lingling. I let out a long sigh of relief. Thankfully, my underwear was tight enough that it didn't make my loose shorts bulge like a tent. Lingling was an extremely possessive girl; if she noticed me drooling over Peipei, the consequence would be one of us jumping off this train. Thinking of this, I felt a pang of regret. My actions just now were really out of line.
They chatted a few meaningless words, and the four of them started playing cards. I, meanwhile, was beside myself, not in the right state at all.
"Can you take it seriously? Teaming up with you is bad luck, huh!" The sharp-eyed Lingling seemed to have seen my uneasiness and abnormality, and said irritably. After speaking, she shifted her butt again and sat even closer to me. I didn’t dare act rashly for a moment, afraid Lingling would notice, so I no longer dared to sneak a peek under the table and played cards earnestly. My card skills were pretty good; after only a couple of rounds, the atmosphere changed. Lingling pouted and insisted I was cheating, leaning back against the chair as if afraid someone else would peek at her cards. I couldn’t help laughing, and suddenly felt that Lingling was really cute when she acted spoiled. Just now I had been thinking that I really did owe Peipei a little.
The four of them played, talking and laughing, leaning back and forth with joy. Pei Pei kept losing. She smiled at me and said, 'This time, I want to be on your team~' Those words made me lose my soul again. I was secretly feeling silly and happy in my heart when I seemed to step on something underfoot. I looked down and saw it was Pei Pei's foot stepping on mine. I instinctively tried to pull my leg back but found Pei Pei had no intention of moving. My heart started racing again.
Peipei was only lightly stepping on me, which naturally wouldn’t bring any pleasure; the excitement mainly came from the psychological effect. You have to know that although such contact was light, even the most inattentive person would feel it. Two people, each with a boyfriend or girlfriend, accidentally touching the other person should immediately pull back, right? Calm down, calm down—but I couldn’t calm down. That subtle touch and the psychological effect made the thing downstairs ready to spring into action. The short underwear could no longer contain the red-hot cannon. After several twists and turns, it went hard, then soft, then hard again, over and over, each time more rigid than before. The lubricant secreted had long since soaked the underwear, but the blood-engorged penis was swelling more and more painfully. I tried to distract myself, but when I thought about Peipei possibly teasing me on purpose behind her boyfriend’s back together with Lingling, I felt an indescribable thrill, and it felt like my lower body was about to burst open.
"Who is supposed to pay? Who played this K? Whose is it?" I felt awful, my head spinning and pounding, completely unaware of what was going on at the card table.
"Hehehe..." Peipei said with narrowed eyes and a smile, "Lingling, when did your man start stuttering?",
“How would I know who it was... Anyway, he fucked me so well, I even licked his toes.”
I didn't dare to look back, and glanced sideways at Lingling beside me and the man opposite her. Fortunately, they haven't noticed anything yet. My god~ thank goodness, I was startled into a cold sweat. What should I do now? What should I do? What should I do!? This is like a dream, or encountering a ghost? I was shocked and couldn't believe it. In such a dangerous situation, with 'tigers and wolves' on both sides, Peipei actually... how audacious!?
“Oh...” I let out a muffled groan from deep in my throat. Peipei began using her soft little feet to gently and slowly rub and squeeze my penis. Waves of intense pleasure and satisfaction swept through my whole body like electricity. It felt so good that I couldn’t help spreading my legs to accommodate her.
“Play a card~” Peipei urged casually. But I was almost collapsing, so I randomly drew a card and slapped it onto the table. What kind of scene was this? Could it be that Lingling had teamed up with Peipei to test my loyalty? Or... oh~ no more, Peipei’s jade-like feet were too sexy, and they were gently grinding against my glans. I was trembling all over from how comfortable it felt; that indescribable pleasure had nearly stunned me, and my head was buzzing.
"Are you crazy?" Lingling and Pepe's boyfriend said in surprise at the same time. Only then did I realize I had used the black king to control the red three...
“Oh oh, I messed up.” I stammered, secretly glancing twice at Lingling and Peipei’s boyfriend. I thought I was fucking about to lose my mind. My reason told me to stop all this immediately, but my body couldn’t give up the waves of pleasure surging through me. My heart was almost running at overload, the violent pounding making it impossible for me to breathe normally. Every nerve was taut with tension, my eyes nervously darting around: Lingling, that man, and Peipei’s dazzling jade-like feet. I was already at my limit of tension, and at the same time at my peak of excitement.
The card game continued because, aside from this, I didn't know what to do next. I leaned my body forward as much as possible to avoid being noticed by Lingling beside me. From Lingling's position, it was impossible to see what was underneath now, so I felt a bit safer temporarily.
Peipei’s nimble toes had already undone my civilized button, and she had slipped her whole foot into my shorts, rubbing my penis through the thin underwear. ‘So hot～ hurry up! Hurry up～’ As she spoke, her jade foot pressed and kneaded my penis in quick strokes. It seemed Peipei was hinting at something between the lines: my lower body was so hot, hurry up and cum, hurry up and cum. With only a thin layer of cotton between us, the pleasure naturally came even more intensely. I was almost unprepared, caught off guard. My breathing immediately grew heavy, and I furrowed my brow, desperately suppressing the urge to cry out in comfort. I roared in my heart: Peipei, I’ll cum all over you! But just as I was about to explode, Peipei’s movements suddenly stopped. The imminent climax also came to an abrupt halt. The pleasure that had been about to burst vanished in an instant. I painfully twisted my lower body, while still forcing myself to look as if nothing had happened. For a man, this was simply torture. But Peipei thoroughly enjoyed my contorted expression, looking at me with a smiling face and a hint of pride. My little aunt...
“It’s not your turn yet~ I’ll let you come out when I tell you to!” Peipei said with a mischievous grin, secretly sticking out her tongue at me, and then her jade foot began to slowly rub again... The teasing below nearly made me explode, while above, Peipei was also very good at diverting attention, constantly joking with Lingling and then asking her boyfriend to help her get this and that. Usually in bed with Lingling, I had always held absolute dominant control. But now Peipei easily conquered and controlled me. The huge contrast gave me an inexplicable excitement and pleasure, as I let Peipei’s jade foot ravage and play with my desire.
“Ah~ boring, I’m done playing. Honey, kiss me!” Lingling wrapped her arms around my arm and acted coquettishly toward me. My butt had been half-sitting on the seat the whole time; when she pulled like that, I tilted forward and nearly sat on the floor. Bad!
"Well, I don't really want to play anymore, honey, let's kiss~" Pepe's boyfriend said half-jokingly. Pepe moved her lips over, symbolically kissing him on the face, which made me feel rather uneasy inside. Just as I was about to do the same to Lingling, Pepe also put her other foot into my pants. Her two beautiful feet squeezed the erect penis between them, rhythmically moving up and down. This is what they call foot fetish, isn't it? I never thought my first time would happen in such a situation. Looking down, I saw Pepe's beautiful feet and got excited, wanting to grab them with my penis. Pepe's feet were so smooth and long, their curves so beautiful. How could Lingling compare to Pepe? But Lingling was still being cute, and my facial muscles obviously couldn't play both roles at the same time. I forced myself to kiss Lingling's lips. She obviously felt something was wrong, her face immediately darkened. My heart jumped to my throat. But I can't stop now, and I can't stop. Soon, soon, in a little while I'll be able to release. My stiff body waited for Pepe to give me the chance to explode. My nerves were again stretched to the limit. Any slightest movement would bring a painful consequence. Lingling's face was pressed against my shoulder, and as soon as she turned her head, everything would be over!
“Still playing? If not, I’m going to sleep, okay?” Peipei asked inexplicably. Although her face showed no sign of it, the movement under the table became even more intense and rough, making me feel a little pain.
“Play, play... ah” My throat had already gone hoarse. In my heart I was thinking: please, Peipei, don’t stop, please don’t stop.
“You only know how to have fun. What’s wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache?” Lingling clearly still did not understand the meaning, but I was sure she already felt something was wrong and had started to suspect something. Pepe also showed no sign of backing down. She spread her slender toes and, like a pair of tongs, clamped my penis between the gaps of her fingers, just right pinching the most sensitive ridge of my glans. And her other foot wandered between my perineum and scrotum, gently stepping and teasing, her toes mischievously flicking. I was almost driven to cry out. The penis below trembled with excitement, ready to burst.
“Are we even going to keep playing?” Peipei cooed coquettishly, and the movement under the table slowed down gradually. I looked at Peipei’s face with almost pleading eyes.
"Make it clear—what’s going on with you?" Lingling was almost ready to blow up. I knew it, but Peipei’s slowed movements were almost coming to a stop. What I needed right now was Peipei. Peipei, please give it to me. I really wanted to say that in front of everyone.
“Play, play, ah!” I choked out, but said it with absolute firmness, completely ignoring Lingling’s angry gaze. Peipei’s jade-like feet kept changing patterns in endlessly varied ways.
"What are we playing at now? Hmm?" Peipei's slender toes clamped around my glans, slowly and rhythmically stimulating it, keeping my pleasure from interrupting.
"You said anything was fine to play." Even I could no longer recognize my own voice. I believe the expression on my face right now was such that even my mom wouldn’t recognize me.
"Hahaha" Peipei giggled, "Then let’s play rock-paper-scissors, okay? If you lose, you’ll lick my toes clean from one end to the other~" This open, reckless teasing and provocation pushed my nervousness to the extreme. My whole body was almost trembling with excitement, completely losing reason.
"Peipei, stop causing trouble～" Lingling said irritably. She thought Peipei was just joking and probably didn’t think much of it. Because right now her target was me. "I was talking to you just now—didn’t you hear me?" Lingling roared at me; she was completely angry now.
“Okay, Peipei.” I no longer had any rationality in my mind. I was already immersed in this obscene game. “Win or lose, I’m going to lick your little feet enough for both of us!”
Lingling widened her eyes in shock, and even Peipei's boyfriend, who had been dozing off beside them, sat up. But I no longer cared about the looks they were giving me. Peipei, while using her toes to tightly rub and knead the sensitive coronal sulcus of my penis, also used her big toe to fiercely poke and prod my perineum. In an instant, I completely erupted. My penis joyfully and freely ejaculated outward, intense pleasure spreading from my lower body, wave after wave crashing through my entire body! Although my underwear was soaked through, my penis remained erect, not softening at all. The aftershocks of the climax still reverberated throughout my body. However, what I had just said was truly too inappropriate.
The aftershocks of climax were still coursing through my body, my underwear was a soaked mess, yet my penis remained hard and erect, showing no sign of softening. That line I blurted out earlier, 'Win or lose, I'll lick your feet clean,' was really too improper. Lingling stared at me wide-eyed, Peipei's boyfriend also sat up straight, looking puzzled. The air suddenly went quiet for a few seconds.
I forced myself to appear calm, my throat dry, but my voice was weak: 'Joking... just joking, kidding around.' As I spoke, I secretly glanced under the table with the corner of my eye. Pei Pei's delicate feet were still near my crotch, her toes gently twitching, as if intentionally brushing against the already soaked fabric. That sensation made my recently ejaculated penis twitch lightly again.
Lingling's face darkened terribly: 'What exactly was wrong with you just now? You were completely absent-minded from start to finish, and you even said such things?'
Peipei took the chance to pick up the conversation, her tone so relaxed it was as if nothing had happened: “Oh dear, we were all so crazy from playing cards that our mouths ran loose. Lingling, don’t be angry. Look, your boyfriend’s face is red as a tomato now.” As she spoke, she lightly tapped the tip of my already painfully sensitive glans with her toe, as if punishing me, yet also comforting me.
I almost groaned out loud again, could only bite my lower lip hard. Peipei's boyfriend seemed to buy her cover-up, yawning, 'Alright, alright, we've played for so long, I'm tired. I'm going to the bathroom and will buy some drinks.' He got up and left his seat. Soon, only the three of us were left in the aisle.
Lingling wanted to continue questioning, but Peipei suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm: 'Lingling, come with me to the restroom, okay? I drank too much water just now.' Lingling hesitated for a moment, glanced at me, and ultimately followed her.
As soon as the two left, I nearly collapsed in my seat. My crotch was wet and sticky; semen mixed with prostate fluid had soaked through both my underwear and shorts. I secretly unbuckled my belt, pulled my underwear down a little, and let my half-hard penis breathe a bit. Just then, Pepe’s slipper slid out from under the table and lightly pressed on the back of my foot.
Her voice came from the direction of the hallway, carrying a smile: 'Don't rush to tidy up yet.'
My heart jolted. I looked up and saw the two of them had already walked far away. Pei Pei glanced back at me, the corner of her mouth curling into a meaningful arc, then disappeared with Ling Ling at the end of the carriage.
About five minutes later, they returned. Lingling seemed to have cooled off, sitting back down next to me and even leaning in voluntarily: 'Were you too tired just now? You really looked strange.'
I could only nod: 'Mhm... maybe it's a bit hot.'
Peipei sat back down across from me, her two beautiful legs crossing again. This time she did not immediately stretch her feet over, but merely brushed her toes lightly against my calf. That touch was like a feather sweeping past, yet it made my just-settled desire rise again.
The card game didn't continue. Peipei's boyfriend came back with drinks, and the four of them chatted idly. The scenery outside the window gradually darkened as the train entered the night. After the lights were dimmed, the entire carriage became ambiguous. Lingling leaned on my shoulder and soon grew drowsy. Peipei's boyfriend also closed his eyes, seemingly truly tired.
Only Peipei is still awake.
Her foot came over again. This time, more boldly. The smooth sole directly pressed against my already re-hardened penis, slowly rubbing up and down through the soaked fabric. Her toes nimbly played with the position of the glans, occasionally lightly scraping the most sensitive ridge with her nails.
I held my breath, my hand quietly reaching under the table, trying to grab her ankle. But she nimbly dodged, leaving only her toes grinding back and forth against my coronal ridge. Pleasure built up again, stronger than before, because this time it was in a semi-public setting, with my sleeping girlfriend and her boyfriend right beside us.
"Peipei..." I called her almost in a breathless whisper.
She did not answer, just extended her other foot over as well, sandwiching my penis between her two soles, rhythmically stroking it like a real foot job. With each up and down movement, the damp fabric made faint friction sounds. I was so nervous that my back was drenched in sweat, my eyes fixed on Lingling's sleeping face, terrified she might suddenly wake up.
The pleasure came fast and fierce. I couldn't help but arch my back slightly, matching her movements. Peipei seemed pleased, increasing the pressure with her toes, specifically targeting the most sensitive spot. I felt I was about to come again and quickly reached out to press the top of her foot, signaling her to slow down.
But she suddenly quickened her pace.
The intense urge to ejaculate surged up again. I clenched my teeth tightly, my body trembling slightly. Semen shot out for the second time, making the already soaked underwear even more of a mess. In the afterglow of the climax, Peipei's toes continued to gently knead, as if trying to squeeze out the very last drop.
She finally withdrew her foot. Under the dim light, I saw her lift one foot, the sole facing herself, as if checking something. Then she nonchalantly took out a wet wipe, wiped her toes, her movements natural as if just doing ordinary cleaning.
Lingling moved in her sleep, making faint sounds from the corner of her mouth. I quickly straightened my clothes, trying to make myself look normal.
Peipei looked at me, her eyes carrying a smug and slightly teasing look. She silently mouthed a few words:
"Next time... continue."
My heart raced wildly. The train continued speeding forward, the night outside the window pitch black. My girlfriend beside me still slept soundly against my shoulder, the man opposite breathing steadily. Only between Pei Pei and me was there an additional layer of invisible, dangerous yet addictive connection.
This night was still long.
I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep, but my mind was filled with her smooth, slender jade-like feet, nimble toes, and the two climaxes she had just controlled. My lower body hardened faintly again. I knew the game on this train was far from over.
Darkness completely enveloped the view outside the window. The train moved smoothly along the tracks, the carriage lights dimmed to their lowest setting, leaving only the small night light at the end of the aisle emitting a faint glow. Ling Ling slept soundly against my shoulder, her breathing even and long. Pei Pei's boyfriend also rested his head against the seatback, emitting soft snores. The entire four-seat area seemed to become a closed-off little world.
Peipei wasn’t asleep.
She changed her position, curling both legs on the seat and turning sideways to face me. In the dim light, I could feel her gaze fixed on me. After a long time, her foot reached over again. This time it was more direct—her bare foot slipped directly into my already loosened waistband, her toes accurately finding my penis, which had hardened again, and gently grasping it.
I took a sharp breath, my body instantly tensing up.
She didn't move immediately, just used the sole of her foot to feel my warmth and hardness, as if confirming something. Then, she began to slide slowly up and down. Her sole was soft, her toes agile, each slide precisely rubbing against the most sensitive ridge just below the glans. The damp fabric was completely pushed aside, skin directly against skin, the sensation several times more intense than before.
I secretly reached my hand under the table and grabbed her ankle. This time she didn't pull away; instead, she pushed her foot further in, letting me hold it tighter. My thumb stroked the smooth top of her foot, feeling the delicate skin and slightly protruding bones.
Peipei’s breathing also became a little irregular. She lightly scraped my calf with the toes of her other foot, as if responding. The movements under the table became increasingly in sync. She alternated between her two feet, one responsible for stroking, the other for rubbing my scrotum and perineum. Waves of pleasure accumulated, but she deliberately kept them below the threshold, leaving me constantly in the torment of being on the verge of bursting without being able to release it.
I lowered my head to look at her. In the darkness, her eyes were bright, a hint of a smug smile at the corner of her mouth. She suddenly mouthed silently:
“Do you want it?”
I almost answered with a breathy voice: 'I want to...'
She increased the pressure with her toes, rubbing quickly a few times, then suddenly stopped. I couldn't bear it and gently arched my hips, but she pulled her foot back, leaving only her toes wandering back and forth on the inside of my thigh, faint and elusive.
"Beg me." she said silently.
My reason was almost shattered. Beside me was my sleeping girlfriend, across from me was her boyfriend, and yet I was under the table, completely controlled by her delicate feet. This mix of taboo and loss of control made the desire burn even brighter.
I grabbed her ankle, pulled her foot back onto my penis, and said in a voice so low it was almost inaudible, 'Peipei... I beg you...'
She seemed very satisfied. Her feet clamped around me again, beginning a rhythmic, rapid stroking. The speed went from slow to fast, the pressure from light to heavy. Her toes occasionally pinched the glans and gave a slight twist, while her soles forcefully rubbed the entire shaft. I bit my lower lip hard, my body trembling slightly, afraid to make a sound.
The climax came urgently and fiercely.
I felt a surge of heat rush straight out from my lower abdomen, and semen shot out for the third time. This time, it directly landed on the sole of her foot and her toes. Pei Pei didn't immediately pull away but continued to slowly rub with her foot, spreading that sticky liquid evenly. In the afterglow of the climax, her toes were still gently pinching my sensitive glans, making me tremble again.
She finally withdrew her foot. In the dim light, I saw her lower her head to look at her foot, then take out a wet wipe from her bag and carefully wipe it. Her movements were composed, as if just doing an ordinary thing. After wiping, she crumpled the wipe into a ball and stuffed it into the trash can.
I gasped for breath, straightening my clothes. My lower body was a mess, yet still half-hard. Peipei leaned back into her seat, eyes closed, but with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
The train continued forward.
I don’t know how much time had passed when Lingling stirred in her sleep, half-awake as she looked up at me and asked, “Are we there yet?”
“It’s still early.” I answered softly, reaching out to press her back onto my shoulder.
She quickly fell asleep again.
Peipei suddenly gave me a light kick. I looked down and saw her foot extend over again; this time she simply pressed the top of her foot against my calf and rested there quietly. No further movement, just plain contact.
I reached down and grasped her ankle, my thumb gently stroking the top of her foot. She didn't refuse.
That night, the games on the train were indeed far from over.
A secret known only to us now existed between us. Every time our eyes met, every accidental physical contact, carried the lingering warmth of what had just happened. Peipei's boyfriend was still sleeping soundly, and Lingling was still sleeping peacefully on my shoulder. Meanwhile, Peipei and I, in this cramped four-seater space, continued our desire and taboo in the quietest way possible.
There was still a long time before dawn.
And I know that she won't let me off easily, just as I can't let her off easily either.
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