Little Butterfly's lips were soft and moist.

  Zhuang Zi'ang's mi bnk, a buzzing filled his head, his blood surged, and his heart pounded as if trying to escape his chest.

  Those brief three seds were etched into his memory.

  She snatched my first kiss!

  Su Yudiel, seemingly unaware, released her arms from around Zhuang Zi'ang's neck.

  Zhuang Zi'ang lifted his head, his cheeks burning hot.

  Looking at the girl's delicate face, he felt like he was dreaming.

  He helped Su Yudiel with the b and hastily fled the room.

  She was the one who initiated it, yet he felt like he was the one who had done something wrong.

  Lying on the sofa, Zhuang Zi'ang tossed and turned, uo sleep for a long time.

  His mind repyed those fleeting three seds of tact.

  He finally pulled out his Bluetooth earbuds and listeo music, trying to calm down.

  Afraid you’ll fly away, afraid you’ll leave me.

  More afraid you’ll stay here eternally.

  Every teardrop flows towards you.

  Flowing back to the seabed of the sky.

  …

  As the mencholic melody pyed, the alcohol's effects finally washed over him like a tide.

  Zhuang Zi'ang drifted into sleep, and naturally, the heroine of his dream was Little Butterfly.

  The ses were blush-indug and indescribable. (To eborate would fail sorship and likely bore readers, so we'll skip the details.)

  After who knows how long, Zhuang Zi'a a tickle in his nose and sneezed loudly.

  He opened his eyes to Su Yudiel's bright smile.

  She held a feather, probably found somewhere, and giggled.

  "You're teasing me again." Zhuang Zi'ang rubbed his nose.

  "Lazybohe sun’s almost down and you’re still asleep!" Su Yudiel made a face.

  Suddenly, Zhuang Zi'ang remembered his wet dream and his face flushed crimson with embarrassment.

  He scrambled up, dashed into the bedroom, and locked the door.

  First, hide the evidence, wash it ter.

  Several minutes passed before Zhuang Zi'ang finally emerged.

  Su Yudiel noticed he seemed to have ged his pants.

  "Zhuang Zi'ang, did you take advantage of me while I was drunk?"

  "Don't you remember?" Zhuang Zi'ang asked, surprised.

  "Remember what? I only remember being at the BBQ pce, then waking up in your bed." Su Yudiel looked as i as a mb.

  Zhuang Zi'a wronged. How could she be like this? Taking his first kiss uhe influend then turning the tables on him.

  He had to bite the bullet and say, "You were reeking of booze, who'd want to take advantage of you?"

  "But you took off my shoes."

  "If I didn't take off your shoes, you'd dirty my bed, what else could I do?"

  Su Yudiel thought it made sense and didn't pursue it further. But recalling Zhuang Zi'ang's gaze at her feet yesterday, she still felt a little strange.

  Oable, in a round fishbowl, twoldfish swam freely.

  Su Yudiel picked up the fish food and sprinkled some in.

  Resting her on her hand, watg the fish eat, she said enviously, "Dummy, look hoy they are, not like you at all."

  "You're not a fish, how do you know they're happy?" Zhuang Zi'aed.

  "You're not me, how do you know I don't know fish happiness?" Su Yudiel immediately tered.

  "You're not me, how do you know I don't know you don't know fish happiness?"

  Zhuang Zi'ang's sentence made Su Yudiel pause, almost frying her CPU.

  She reached out and pinched Zhuang Zi'ang's arm hard. Serves yht for the wordpy.

  Zhuang Zi'ang yelped.

  Yeah, you 't reason with girls.

  "Zhuang Zi'ang, I o go home." Su Yudiel gnced out the window, twilight was gathering.

  "Do you have to leave so early? I could treat you to dinner." Zhuang Zi'ang tried to persuade her to stay.

  "No, I have to catch the 6:10 bus." Reluce flickered in Su Yudiel's eyes, but she had to get back before dark.

  Helpless, Zhuang Zi'ang could only see her off.

  They arrived at the bus stop and sat on a bench, eating oden (Japa pot skewers) while waiting for the No. 19 bus.

  Though Zhuang Zi'ang wished otherwise, the bus, indifferent to human will, rouhe er.

  "Just one more bite." Su Yudiel quickly swallowed the fish ball in her mouth and took another bite of fish tofu.

  "Will you e tomorrow?" Zhuang Zi'ang quickly asked.

  "What fun is there tomorrow?" Su Yudiel blinked her big, bright eyes.

  "We go to the library and read joke books."

  Zhuang Zi'ang blurted it out, then immediately regretted it.

  Joke books? What a me excuse.

  It was the weekend, few people waited for the bus.

  As soon as the doors opened, Su Yudiel stepped on.

  Watg her slender back, Zhuang Zi'a a pang of loss. He should have suggested somethier.

  Just as the doors were closing, the girl suddenly turned back.

  "Okay, see you at the library entraomorrow m!"

  The bus started, carrying the girl away.

  Zhuang Zi'ang spun around, grinning like an idiot, eagerly anticipating tomorrow.

  Even though it meant he was oep closer to death.

  On the way back, Zhuang Zi'ang had a bowl of beef noodles for dihen randomly bought a magazio while away the long night.

  Arou, he sent Little Butterfly a message.

  "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?"

  Just like st time, no reply.

  Much ter, his phone suddenly rang.

  He picked it up quickly, but it was a video call from Li Huangxuan.

  "Dude, why are you calling?"

  Li Huangxuan looked glum on s. "Sounded like you were hoping for someone else."

  Zhuang Zi'ang forced a smile. "No way, what's up? Where'd you go this weekend?"

  "Nowhere fun, you know my mom signed me up for cram school." Li Huangxuan pined.

  Then he unched into a tirade about how torturous cram school was. Surrounded by academic overachievers, he felt academically overwhelmed.

  Zhuang Zi'ang offered fort, and he calmed down a bit.

  "I really want to be in a retionship." Li Huangxuan suddenly said, "Dude, have you ever kissed a girl?"

  "What? I haven't been in a retionship either, who...who would I kiss?" Zhuang Zi'ang stammered, feeling guilty.

  "What do you think a girl's lips taste like? Strawberries?" Li Huangxuan wondered aloud.

  "No, I think they taste like beer." Zhuang Zi'ang blurted out.

  "Have you lost your mind? Why would a girl's lips taste like beer?" Li Huangxuan gave him a look of disdain. "Fet it, poialking to you about this, you haven't even kissed anyone."

  They chatted about random things before ending the call.

  Zhuang Zi'ang recalled those unfettable three seds that afternoon, firming again, a girl's lips really did taste like beer.

  Suddenly, he remembered the embarrassing evidence hidden in his closet.

  He hurried to the bathroom, poured in a generous amount of undry detergent, and scrubbed vigorously.

  The dream ses still made him blush and his heart race.

  Yet, he savored the memory.