Under the Dusk - Chapter 34 [H]

From a distance, Ji Yan could hear them talking.

But he didn’t catch the specifics—only saw Ruan Shu’s face flushed tomato-red, her gaze skittering away the moment it met his.

When had Ruan Shu ever been so visibly flustered? Intrigued, Ji Yan walked over and asked what they were up to.

He Yunfei had just caught a grass carp, easily over ten pounds—a massive fish. The group of fishing enthusiasts had gathered around to snap photos and post them on social media.

Ruan Shu wasn’t much of a cook.

But in situations like this, she always pitched in. She fetched salt and cooking wine as they prepared to grill the night’s catch right there.

The smaller fish were already sizzling on the barbecue, the aroma of cumin wafting through the air.

Tongtong and Xiaohua, who had been dozing off in the tent, woke up rubbing their eyes and toddled over to their mom, lured by the smell.

Pei Qian called out from across the grill, “What’s wrong, Brother Yan? Afraid we’ll bully Ruan-mei?”

He’d come over so quickly—she’d thought he’d stay by the riverbank longer.

Ji Yan replied, “No, just checking in.”

Then his gaze landed on Ruan Shu, who was busy turning skewers over the fire.
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It was already past 1 a.m., and they’d decided against driving back. They’d brought sleeping bags and tents, planning to camp out.

Mainly because that grass carp was too damn tempting. He Yunfei, elated, had drunk a bit too much and polished off the remaining liquor. Qin Fu, unable to resist, had joined in for a couple of swigs.

Ji Yan’s trunk was always stocked with camping gear.

So they stayed.

Ruan Shu hadn’t expected the sudden change of plans. She was unprepared, and it wasn’t convenient to hitch a ride back with Old Zhang—he and his colleagues had early shifts the next day and were heading straight to the hospital dormitory, which was out of the way from the urban village.

The others all had their own tents.

Qin Fu and Cen Baishuang had their family of four. Pei Qian was sharing with He Yunfei.

Left with no options, Ruan Shu hesitantly approached Ji Yan.

After a silent exchange of looks, Ji Yan asked, “Do you want to go back?”

If she did, he could drive her now.

But Ruan Shu was only worried that, alone together in a tent, she couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t do something to Ji Yan.
Especially when his body was this good.

—

At first, they were careful not to touch.

But the tent was cramped. No matter how much Ruan Shu tried to shrink into herself, she still ended up pressed against Ji Yan, her back flush against his chest as he pulled her into his arms.

She could hear his heartbeat—unusually fast.

Their breaths tangled, and though their hearts had initially beat out of sync, they gradually fell into the same rhythm.

Ji Yan’s lips brushed her ear. “Same now,” he murmured.

His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. The steady thud of their hearts echoed against each other. Their breathing, though uneven, soon became indistinguishable—who could tell whose was more ragged?

Ruan Shu whispered, “Mm.”

Nervous. Anticipatory. Hoping he’d do something, yet afraid to disrupt the quiet. She turned her head and asked softly, “Can we kiss?”

“Just a kiss.”

No proposals, no grand gestures—just a simple, reasonable request in this confined space.

Ji Yan chuckled but obliged, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss.

Her ears burned. His tongue teased hers until she was breathless, her composure crumbling. At some point, she nipped at his tongue, and he retaliated by pinning her beneath him, his breath hot against her neck as he tried—and failed—to steady himself.

“Really thought it’d just be a kiss?” he rasped, licking the shell of her ear before sucking the delicate skin there.

Every flick of his tongue sent shivers down her spine. She could feel how wrecked he was—how much he wanted her.

Seemingly composed, yet far more undone than she was.

Ruan Shu gripped his arm. “…No.”

At least she was honest.

Ji Yan kissed her deeply, his hands roaming until her clothes were a mess. By the time she realized, she was already naked in his arms.

He touched and kissed every inch of her, coaxing soft moans from her lips. When her fingers brushed the hard heat between his legs, he groaned, thrusting against her palm.

“Don’t touch,” Ji Yan warned, though his tongue was already tracing the curve of her ear, his fingers teasing her ni*ples into stiff peaks.

“Why not?” Ruan Shu gasped, her thighs slick with arousal.

She wanted to spread her legs, take him in.
Ji Yan hauled her onto his lap, his voice rough in her ear. “No condom.”

“Does that mean we can’t?”

“What do you think?” he countered.

They hadn’t always been this reckless. If she got pregnant—would they keep it? Even if he wanted to, she was still young. He couldn’t bear to put her through that.

“Come here,” he coaxed, shifting her slightly. “We’ll do something else.”

“What?”

Ruan Shu eyed him skeptically but obeyed. For some reason, she trusted him implicitly—even when he promised “just once” but ended up fucking her senseless, leaving her trembling and soaked.

Ji Yan loved her body like this—responsive, pliant, his.

Nuzzling her neck, he murmured, “Want to undress me?” His breathing was ragged.

The truth was, he wanted her to undress him.

But in this haze of desire, he played the helpless captive, begging for her to free him from his own need.

“Undress me,” Ji Yan growled, already on the edge. His fingers slid through her slick folds, coating her cl*t in her own wetness. Her ni*ples glistened under his tongue.

The tent was filled with the sound of skin on skin, breathless moans.

He fingered her relentlessly until she came with a cry, soaking his pants. Only then did she fumble with his clothes, peeling them off.

The moment her hand wrapped around his c*ck, he lost all restraint. His kisses turned feverish, his breathing harsh against her ear.

The thick length pressed against her entrance felt like it would ruin her. He didn’t push in, just ground against her until her folds were swollen and dripping. Ruan Shu clung to his shoulders, biting back whimpers.

“Yan-ge,” she begged, tears welling. “Just… put it in.”

She kissed his ear. Ji Yan gripped her hips, his c*ck sliding between her thighs, the broad head catching at her entrance. He shuddered, cursing under his breath.

“Let me hear you,” he demanded, pinching her nipples.

Ruan Shu gasped—and in that instant, he sealed his mouth over hers, thrusting deep in one smooth stroke.

She arched, overwhelmed by the stretch, the fullness. Ji Yan held her hips firmly, letting her feel every inch of him.

“Uh…” Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.

She wanted to plead—Yan-ge, it’s too deep, pull out—but his tongue tangled with hers, swallowing her cries. Her head spun, her c*nt clenching around him.

His c*ck swelled inside her, nudging her deepest spots.

“Don’t squeeze,” Ji Yan gritted out, hips jerking reflexively. *”Or I’ll really f*ck you.”