As a grown man with a healthy physique, experience in Japanese anime films and multiple female companions, Wang Zhuo knew the rhythm of these vibrations intimately.

The world buzzed with this kind of pulsing energy at about two beats per second, fluctuating between fast and slow, subtle and intense. But when such vibrations came from an intimate booth in a café without any mechanical noise... well, one could easily guess its source.

Wang Zhuo knew today's youth had no shame doing such things anywhere - soft-sleeper train compartments, abandoned school classrooms, secluded park corners, even dormitory beds.

Frankly speaking, he considered himself quite restrained compared to his peers. While others could grope their dates on subways or make out passionately on buses, Wang Zhuo would be the obedient one who didn't play such games in public.

Now here he was, peering through the vibrating floor with curiosity. He'd never been this voyeuristic before. The thought of morality? It might as well have been a distant legend - after all, could x-ray vision and ethics ever truly coexist?

Through the partition wall, two junior high girls sat facing the wrong direction from his booth. Their petite behinds pressed against the adjacent wall like motionless statues.

What were they up to? Wang Zhuo tilted his head when he noticed their room was dark while the wall opposite glowed faintly through the gap - these little devils were spying!

Oh my, how resourceful! He rubbed his face in disbelief as Anqi took off her coat and hung it on the rack. Seizing this momentary break in observation, Wang Zhuo focused again on their neighbors beyond.

The second floor layout revealed itself to him: a narrow corridor flanked by identical private booths. His booth had an empty neighbor on one side and the girls' on the other. This time he looked ahead - finally discovering where those vibrations originated!

To his surprise, the protagonist was just another junior high student. The boy's frail frame radiated unexpected power that could send tremors through two walls of separation to Wang Zhuo's booth. His companion might be slightly older than Anqi but no more mature than Siyuan.

Wang Zhuo observed their position intently - it certainly had aesthetic appeal though would leave both knees aching after climax... This boy's skill surpassed his youth, maneuvering like an experienced rider taming a beautiful woman with practiced ease. Compared to Wang Zhuo's own youthful ignorance of anime films and awkwardness around women, he felt like time had slipped through his fingers.

Though curious about the relationship between these four people (they seemed familiar), he couldn't indulge as Anqi was present.

Anqi hung her coat back on the rack before turning around. "What's wrong? Thinking about something?" she asked with a smile.

Thinking about my junior high days... Wang Zhuo mentally groaned, replying, "How come you're so slim while Sijie is completely different in appearance?"

"Because we don't share the same mother," Anqi twisted her body playfully. "Who do you think looks better - me or my sister?"

Wang Zhuo knew this question would stump a rookie but not him. Smiling, he said, "Your sister in uniform is attractive, you with glasses are charming. Since I'm answering for you now, I'll compliment your youthfulness. If she asked the same question, I'd praise her mature femininity."

"Okay, maybe I believe you actually have many girlfriends," Anqi giggled.

Wang Zhuo gave a sly grin, tossed her an opened can of cola and took some fruit candy in his mouth.

Anqi lightly sipped from the can before asking, "It's quite warm in here, why don't you take off your coat?"

Of course it was warm - there were two... Wang Zhuo nodded silently as he hung his sports jacket on the rack. Underneath lay just a thin shirt without even base layers, considering the outdoor temperature had dipped below zero degrees Celsius.

"Think I'm underdressed?" Wang Zhuo smiled as he explained, "Actually I came out for morning exercise but forgot my phone, keys and wallet at home. Had to come here to your club to pass time."

Anqi nodded while observing his body closely, marveling, "Wow coach, you have such a great build!"

"Of course," Wang Zhuo flexed his arms casually showing off well-defined biceps.

Unable to contain herself, Anqi reached out and touched them. Her eyes lit up with surprise at the firmness of his muscles, exclaiming, "So thick! As solid as stone!"

Even Wang Zhuo felt a faint blush creeping across his face despite his usual boldness - her words were spot-on yet dangerously suggestive... Thick and hard? What exactly was she referring to?

According to news reports from health organizations' surveys in Taiwan, 80% of women cared more about male "hardness" than length or thickness. Even knowing Anqi meant muscles rather than something else, the compliment still made Wang Zhuo feel quite pleased.

"You know what's interesting? My biceps seem thicker than your calves," she raised her leg on the small table for comparison, lifting her pantleg to reveal smooth white skin.

Wang Zhuo glanced at both before shaking his head with a smile. "Not that my arms are too thick - just your legs are too thin."

Her straight and slender legs had an invisible magnetic pull that made Wang Zhuo's gaze linger unintentionally...

But she quickly pulled away, returning to trace the strong biceps once more. As he flexed them again showing brimming strength, she burst into delighted exclamations.

When her behavior approached obsessive territory, Wang Zhuo chuckled, "Don't act like you've never seen a man before."

Anqi shyly stuck out her tongue, "I've seen plenty - touched? First time."

As she reached for the can behind her, she accidentally knocked it over and cola spilled everywhere.

"Oops!" She jumped up only to find half the sofa now soaked!

"Boring," the girl pouted, looking at Wang Zhuo with big eyes, "Shall we change rooms?"

Wang Zhuo shrugged indifferently, "Sure, there's a call button behind you."

Anqi turned and indeed found an installed service bell. When she pressed it nothing happened - no lights nor sounds.

Turning back uncertainly to ask, "Is this bell broken?"

"Then just endure for now," Wang Zhuo shifted over on the sofa creating enough space for one person.

With such proximity that their legs could almost touch if they didn't sit up straight, Anqi hesitated with a blush before moving closer.

The dim pink lighting in the room enhanced the atmosphere, though Wang Zhuo's exceptional vision easily caught her blushing face. This signal awakened something dormant in him...

Anqi's light weight left only shallow impressions on the sofa. When Wang Zhuo noticed some drink stains near her right hip, he instinctively picked up a napkin and leaned over to wipe it for her.

Though this gesture carried some ambiguity, it was still within acceptable boundaries. However at that moment Anqi didn't know his intention - already nervous about sitting close together before, she thought Wang Zhuo might want to kiss her and closed her eyes in panic.

Her pretty face tilted upward with fluttering eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks. Her thin lips pressed together tightly despite not matching the full-lipped type he preferred - they were still undeniably enticing.

Just as she adopted this submissive posture, Wang Zhuo suddenly realized the misunderstanding. But right then a high-pitched moan from two rooms away caused another wave of arousal. With one hand tossing aside the napkin and the other lifting her delicate chin, he kissed those thin lips.

So thin!

Anqi's inexperienced surrender was overwhelmed by intense masculine energy that made her feel as if her heart would leap out of her chest. Her hands instinctively clung to him without direction...

Who among young girls doesn't harbor springtime feelings? Since Anqi first felt the stirrings of love at 17, she'd dreamed of true love and a white knight. Wang Zhuo perfectly embodied those dreams in ways surpassing even her imagination - here, now, he became one with her ideal prince.

The sounds from two rooms away grew more intense, the floor vibrating violently now. The background music suddenly increased several decibels as if the hostess understood what was happening and used it for cover.

Wang Zhuo couldn't help but laugh at this accidental discovery - coffee shops made such perfect secret tryst locations! Though the energetic little boy next door had awakened his own desires, the trembling girl in his arms clearly hadn't experienced anything like this before. He didn't mind giving her a taste of ecstasy, yet her limited capacity would prevent him from fully satisfying himself...