Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Although every step was taken carefully and the footsteps were almost inaudible, the speed was still very fast.

When he arrived at the door, he stretched out his hand and pushed it gently. He heard a faint "creaky" sound and the door slowly opened.

Xu Damao secretly rejoiced in his heart: "Hehe, Sister Fang really left a door for me. This is really a taste of the sweetness!"

He closed and locked the courtyard door while laughing, and then walked straight to the main room. However, just as he was about to push the door open, he heard a "clang" sound. It turned out that the door of the main room was locked from the inside by Sister Fang.

"Who is it?" Sister Fang's slightly panicked voice came from inside the room.

"It's me, Sister Fang." Xu Damao responded quickly.

When Xu Damao's low voice came, Zhao Fangfang blushed and walked over quickly to open the door.

Xu Damao tiptoed into the room, afraid to make any noise. Once he entered the room, he quickly and carefully closed the door tightly, as if something terrible was about to suddenly break in.

Then, like a hungry eagle pouncing on a chick, he opened his arms and rushed towards Zhao Fangfang, hugging her tightly.

"Sister Fang, did you miss me?"

Xu Damao asked softly with a sly smile on his face and a cunning light in his eyes.

Zhao Fangfang was startled by Xu Damao's sudden action, but she quickly regained her composure. She gently pushed Xu Damao and said coquettishly, "What do you mean by miss it or not... We have only been apart for a short time."

However, having said that, Zhao Fangfang still stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Xu Damao's neck, lowered her head, and responded shyly in a whisper.

Seeing this, Xu Damao was secretly delighted, and the smile on his face became even brighter. He deliberately joked: "Hehe, I don't know why, I miss you so much after being away for such a short while. What should I do?"

After saying that, he blinked deliberately to act cute and obedient.

Hearing this, Zhao Fangfang blushed with shame and turned her head away quickly, not daring to look directly at Xu Damao's burning gaze. At this moment, she was like a delicate and tender flower, lovable.

Seeing that the time was right, Xu Damao said no more, and directly put his arm around Zhao Fangfang's slender and soft waist, and walked towards the bed. Their bodies were instantly pressed together, and each could feel the other's hot breath and rapid heartbeat.

Coming to the bed, Xu Damao gently put Zhao Fangfang on the bed, then turned over and pressed on her. Their eyes met, sparks flew, and passion filled the air. Zhao Fangfang's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were blurred, and she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Sister Fang, you give it a try... Yeah, that's it, yes, yes, put your arms around my neck... That's right, just two minutes..."

Xu Damao guided Zhao Fangfang and comforted her softly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound echoed in the room, like an exciting percussion piece, full of rhythm.

The noise lasted for more than an hour before it slowly came to an end. The room returned to silence, with only the faint sound of two people talking.

In the early morning, the darkness before dawn still enveloped the earth, and Sister Fang slowly woke up in silence. She blinked, her vision gradually became clear, and then she was surprised to find herself half-lying on Xu Damao like an octopus.

A trace of shyness appeared on Zhao Fangfang's face, and she quickly retracted her hands and feet, but at the same time, a warm feeling came from behind - it turned out that Xu Damao was hugging her slender and soft waist tightly.

Xu Damao's arm just fit around Fang Jie's slim waist, as if this was a perfect match destined by God. Fang Jie gently reached out and shook the handsome boy's arm, trying to wake him up. Xu Damao was shaken awake in a daze, mumbling: "What's wrong, Fang Jie? It's not even daybreak yet."

After saying that, he turned over, and his hands, which were originally on Sister Fang's waist, began to become dishonest. Sister Fang's heartbeat accelerated, her cheeks flushed, and she quickly said, "It's almost dawn, I just heard a rooster crowing in the distance."

Xu Damao rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Well, it's okay to sleep a little longer." However, Sister Fang's tone became a little anxious: "Hey, little brother, get up quickly, it will not be good if others see you when it gets light." She shook Xu Damao's arm again, her eyes revealing real worry.

Facing Fang Jie's urging, Xu Damao finally sat up and rubbed his messy hair, seeming a little reluctant to leave this comfortable embrace. But he still understood Fang Jie's concerns, after all, their relationship could not be known to others. So he nodded and agreed to get up.

"Okay, I'll get up right away."

As Xu Damao spoke, he sat up from the bed, stretched, and quickly and neatly began to put on his clothes. His movements were skillful and smooth, as if he repeated this simple but necessary step every day.

"Sister Fang, I'm leaving now. If there is another opportunity to screen a movie here, I will definitely come back to see you." After Xu Damao put on his clothes, he turned around and said with a smile to Sister Fang who was also getting dressed.

Zhao Fangfang nodded slightly and responded softly: "Well...just come and see me next time you pass by." Her voice was low and soft, and seemed to carry a hint of shyness and anticipation.

Hearing Sister Fang's answer, Xu Damao smiled, but did not stay for long. He walked out the door, walking towards the commune with firm and powerful steps. At this time, the sky was already bright.

Standing at the gate of the yard, looking at Xu Damao's gradually receding back, Sister Fang couldn't help but sigh secretly. That figure was tall and straight, exuding a unique charm that made people fall in love with him.

"Oh, what on earth am I thinking about? The guy is so handsome, and he's a professional projectionist in the city, how could he fall in love with a widow like me with a bad reputation..." Sister Fang muttered to herself, with endless attachment and helplessness on her face.

She shook her head gently, trying to get rid of these unrealistic fantasies. However, the emotions deep in her heart surged like a tide and could not be easily suppressed. Sister Fang took a deep breath, sighed heavily, then silently closed the courtyard door and turned back to the house.

The room was filled with a faint atmosphere of loneliness. Sister Fang sat quietly by the bed, her thoughts drifting away. She recalled the short and beautiful moments with Xu Damao from the time they first met and helped her to the time they left. They kept flashing before her eyes like scenes from a movie.