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That evening, under Su Rong's teasing laughter, Zhou Gu fiercely roughhoused her. He stopped just shy of the final step, but the rest, he did mercilessly.

Blushing, Su Rong's entire body was pink, drenched in sweat. Her powder face flushed, breathless, she finally clung to Zhou Gu's arm and begged for mercy in a small voice. "Zhou... Zhou Gu, Brother Zhou, I was wrong. I won't make fun of you again."

Zhou Gu was tightly strung, almost drowning in her sweet sweat and soft whispers. He barely resisted, with the last shred of sanity in his mind pulling him back from the precipice. His body was on the brink of bursting. He took a deep breath, another breath, before closing his eyes and covering Su Rong's mouth with his hand. "Shut up," he warned hoarsely.

Su Rong obediently kept quiet, her lips firmly closed.