Zhen Meiyu

Wuhen slid into the driver's seat, the leather cool against his skin. As he turned the key, the engine rumbled to life, and he eased the car onto the road. Meiyu, ever impatient, was already opening the passenger door.

But instead of getting in like a normal person, she hesitated, a mischievous glint in her dark eyes. Before he could ask what she was up to, she climbed into the car—right onto his lap.

Wuhen tensed, his hands gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline. "Meiyu, what the hell are you doing?"

She smirked, shifting slightly as she settled against him, her weight pressing down in a way that sent his pulse into overdrive. "Relax, Wuhen. Just making sure you don't fall asleep at the wheel," she teased, her voice dripping with mock innocence.

"You're not helping," he muttered, throat dry.

Her closeness was overwhelming—the warmth of her body, the faint trace of her perfume, the way her legs brushed against his thighs. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, his body reacting before his mind could even catch up.

Meiyu leaned in, her lips mere inches from his, dark eyes locking onto his violet ones. "You're blushing," she observed, amusement laced with something deeper. Something dangerous.

"Cute."

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles turning white. "Meiyu, this is insane. We're in public. Someone could see us."

She tilted her head, smirk widening. "So? Let them. What's the worst that could happen?"

Wuhen didn't have an answer for that.

Or maybe he did, but he was too distracted by the way her breath skimmed his lips, her warmth sinking into him like a slow, intoxicating poison.

He could feel his resolve crumbling, the rational part of his brain screaming at him to push her away while the rest of him begged to pull her closer.

Meiyu didn't wait for him to decide.

She closed the distance between them, her lips brushing his in a soft, teasing kiss. Light at first—almost innocent. But only for a moment.

Her hands slid up his chest, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt as she deepened the kiss, pressing against him with a heat that made his breath catch.

Wuhen's hands abandoned the wheel, instinctively wrapping around her waist. He pulled her closer, his lips moving against hers with a hunger he hadn't realized he possessed. His heart slammed against his ribs, his mind a tangled mess of desire and restraint.

Meiyu moaned softly, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. Her hands cupped his face, fingers tracing his jawline as she kissed him harder, her body arching into him.

The car felt impossibly small. The air, thick and charged.

Wuhen's hands roamed her back, tracing the curve of her spine before settling on her hips. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her skirt, the way her body moved against his in a rhythm that was both maddening and intoxicating.

His grip tightened, pulling her in as the kiss deepened—desperate, consuming.

Meiyu broke away, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "You're not pushing me away," she whispered, voice low and husky. "Does that mean you like it?"

Wuhen met her gaze, his own breath just as ragged. "You already know the answer to that."

She smirked, fingers trailing down his chest. "Good," she murmured, teasing—but there was something darker beneath it. Something that sent a fresh thrill through him. "Because I'm not done yet."

Before he could respond, she kissed him again, hands sliding down to his waist, fingers toying with the hem of his shirt.

He groaned.

His body reacted before his mind could even form a thought. His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her into him as the kiss grew more frantic, more desperate.

Then—

A sharp car horn cut through the moment.

They jolted apart, both breathing hard, faces flushed.

Meiyu glanced out the window, smirk returning as she spotted a passing driver who didn't even spare them a glance. "See? No one cares."

Wuhen exhaled shakily, his hands still on her hips as he struggled to calm his racing heart. "You're insane," he muttered.

Meiyu laughed, low and throaty, the sound sending another shiver down his spine. "Maybe," she admitted, leaning in to kiss him again—slower this time, softer. "But you love it."

He didn't argue.

Because she was right. He did love it. Loved her. Loved the way she pushed him to the edge and then pulled him back, just before he could fall.

It was dangerous. Reckless. Completely irresistible.

She settled against him, still in his lap, still too close for him to think straight.

Wuhen took a slow breath, trying—and failing—to focus on the road ahead.

"Meiyu," he said, voice rough. "You're making it really hard to concentrate."

She smiled, fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. "Good," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "That's the point."

His grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles white.

Her fingers kept moving, her breath warm against his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

The car hummed softly beneath them. Outside, trees and streetlights blurred past. Inside, the air was thick with something electric.

"Meiyu," he warned again, strained and desperate. "If you don't stop, we're going to crash."

She chuckled, low and wicked, lips grazing the shell of his ear. "Then pull over."

His heart stuttered.

He knew exactly what she meant. And the thought sent a fresh wave of heat through him.

But they were already late. The college gates were just minutes away.

He couldn't—wouldn't—indulge her.

Not now.

"You're impossible," he muttered.

"And you're stubborn," she shot back, fingers drifting lower. "But we both know you won't last much longer."

Wuhen exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel like it was the only thing keeping him sane.

She was infuriating. Relentless. And worst of all—completely right.

Then—

The college gates came into view.

He let out a breath, a mix of relief and disappointment tightening in his chest.

Meiyu finally pulled away, sighing dramatically. "Well, that was fun. But I guess duty calls."

He glanced at her, expression unreadable. "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?"

She smirked, dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Where's the fun in that?"

Shaking his head, he pulled into a parking spot near the main building. The engine idled softly.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then Meiyu reached out, brushing a strand of silver hair from his forehead.

"I'll see you later," she murmured, her voice softer this time.

Something in his chest tightened.

He nodded. "Yeah. Later."

"Don't miss me too much," Meiyu teased as she stepped out of the car.

Wuhen watched her go, his eyes following the sway of her long black hair as she walked toward the main building. The morning sunlight outlined her figure, making her look effortless, as always. Confidence radiated from every step.

He sighed, leaning back against the seat. He needed a moment to clear his head, to steady his breathing. But the memory of her touch still lingered, making it impossible to focus.

A glance at his watch. He was running late.

With a reluctant sigh, he shut off the engine and stepped out of the car. The cool morning air did little to cool the warmth still simmering beneath his skin.

The campus buzzed with activity—students hurrying to class, conversations blending into a steady hum.

Wuhen adjusted his bag over his shoulder, scanning the crowd.

Then, he spotted her.

Meiyu stood in the distance, already surrounded by friends. As if sensing his gaze, she turned, locked eyes with him, and winked.

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Impossible.

But he wouldn't have it any other way.

As he walked across campus, her presence still lingered, warm and distracting.

It was going to be a long day.