The dimly lit room feels suffocating in the best way possible. The rain beats relentlessly against the windows while the bluetooth speaker plays some黏糊的 R&B that perfectly matches the atmosphere. Zhan Zhiwei stands in the doorway, his silhouette outlined by the hallway light behind him. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, my heart racing with a mixture of nervousness and eager anticipation.

"确定一定要今晚吗？" he asks, his voice low with hesitation.

I feel a surge of impatience mixed with desire. I've been thinking about this all day - about him. I grab a pillow and throw it in his general direction, my frustration evident in my voice. "你说呢？"

He slowly approaches the bed, the bedroom door closing softly behind him. Even in the dim light, I can see the conflict in his eyes - desire battling with caution. When he's close enough, I reach out, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him toward me. Our lips meet in a messy, desperate kiss - all teeth and tongue as I pour months of pent-up desire into it. My hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine.

"铮儿，铮铮，等下，" he says, gently pushing me back slightly, creating space between us. "你你你你，你真要做？"

I can't believe he's still hesitating when his body betrays him - I can feel his hardness pressing against me through our clothes. My frustration gets the better of me as I shoot back, "你是不是男人展智伟？！"

I resume my attack on his buttons, my mouth trailing kisses along his jawline and down his neck, determined to erase all his hesitation. I can feel his resolve crumbling beneath my touch as his breathing becomes heavier.

"刘铮，刘铮，" he murmurs, and I know I've won. His hands find my waist, pulling me closer as he finally gives in to his desire. "If I don't do this now, I really wouldn't be a man," he admits, his lips finding mine again with more urgency.

The kiss deepens instantly, all hesitation gone now. His hands are everywhere - on my back, in my hair, down my sides - as mine finally manage to undo enough buttons to slide my hands against his warm skin. I can feel his heart racing beneath my fingertips as our bodies press together, every part of me craving more contact, more closeness, more of him.

We're both breathing heavily when we finally break apart, foreheads pressed together. His eyes are dark with desire as they search mine. "Are you sure about this?" he asks one last time, his voice husky.