Chapter 64: Writing the correct characters on your inner thigh

After calming down, Lin Ci returned to the bedroom.

Before pushing the door open, her mood was cheerful, but the moment she opened it, she realized this wouldn’t do—it wasn’t dignified enough—so she quickly put on a sulky expression.

Shen Xiyan was already waiting for her, seriously explaining, “What you just experienced is normal. You have to take it in stride…

Otherwise, you’d look incredibly naïve, like your hair just grew longer.”

You’re still saying that?!

The girl, forcing herself to stay calm, suddenly lost it.

Her breathing grew a bit rapid, her chest rising and falling intensely, and her face, which had just cooled down, turned a little red again.

Then a pillow flew at Shen Xiyan, who caught it easily, not expecting Lin Ci to make a feint and suddenly pounce on him, clutching the blanket.

“Again?”

Shen Xiyan was underneath, Lin Ci on top.

Her hair fell over his face, tickling and fragrant.

“Lin Ci, don’t push me!”

“This time I’m prepared! If you… if you do that again…

I’ll tell Aunt you’re bullying me.”

Intimate physical contact between a man and woman quickly raises the temperature of their feelings.

When touched shamelessly, that sense of tenderness and ambiguity keeps the heart beating at a delightfully rapid pace, stimulating the release of hormones and other chemicals.

For example, right now, Lin Ci was straddling Shen Xiyan’s waist, a tingling, ticklish sensation spreading from the points of contact.

A flush quietly crept up her already rosy cheeks, making her want to rub against Shen Xiyan’s waist.

Thankfully, no one else was home; otherwise, the creaking sounds her little bed just made—“creak, creak”—would surely have been misunderstood.

Her fair fingers tangled in the strands of hair falling over her cheeks, brushing them back behind her ears, and an impossible wish sprang up in her heart—if only time would stop…

No matter how Shen Xiyan was toyed with, he had no strength to resist.

He tried struggling a bit. “Naive! I’ve got something even nastier!”

“What?”

“I’ll write the 正 character on the inside of your thigh! And pour yogurt on it!!”

“What’s so nasty about that?” Lin Ci snorted.

“Ever heard of ‘the most vicious heart of a woman’?”

If you want vicious, watch her. Find a rope, tie him in a 木 (wood) shape on the bed, then return the favor with the pillow, tapping his butt repeatedly.

Or whisper threats in his ear: “You wouldn’t want Aunt to find out about this, would you?”

When Shen Xiyan covered his face and pleaded, “Don’t tell Aunt, I’ll do whatever you want,”

she just…

Heh heh heh.

Thinking this, Lin Ci’s mind cleared.

Vicious!!

Her confidence rose slightly. She gently shifted, trying not to press on Shen Xiyan’s stomach, but suddenly felt something poke her.

***

The next second, Lin Ci screamed, jumping up like she’d been electrocuted.

One foot slipped, and her body leaned back from inertia, but Shen Xiyan quickly reached out and caught her.

Lin Ci let out an “Ah!” as she sank into his arms.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, and Lin Ci’s heart raced wildly.

Whether it was because his hand was too large or her back too slender, the moment she was pulled into his embrace, Lin Ci felt completely enveloped.

It wasn’t until his voice sounded softly in her ear, “Are you okay?” that she snapped back to reality and gently pushed him away:

“N-no… no problem.”

Shen Xiyan glanced at her flushed ears and neck, and at her fair little hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

He was probably dying of embarrassment inside but was just holding it together.

“Trust me… this really is normal…”

“This is not normal at all!” Lin Ci gritted her teeth, suddenly leaning forward and bumping her head hard against Shen Xiyan’s chest.

“Pfft… cough cough cough!”

The force took his breath away, and he started coughing. “Why do you hit first and ask later?”

“I didn’t hit you.”

Lin Ci looked like she wanted to headbutt him again but stopped when she saw him clutching his chest without pressing a second attack.

Always resorting to hitting makes her seem violent; one bump is enough.

“Then I’ll bump you too!”

“No, you can’t!” Lin Ci shyly covered her chest.

“Are you done or not? If you’re done, I’m heading back.” Shen Xiyan glanced down at his rigid crotch, utterly too embarrassed to stay any longer.

Why didn’t I think Lin Ci was this attractive in my previous life?

Is it because my thoughts have become filthy?

Definitely.

Back then, Lin Ci never gave him a razor, but she bought one a month in advance… definitely because of Qin Sheng!

“Go away! Go away! You’re so annoying!”

Lin Ci hugged the blanket, lying on the bed and tightly closing her eyes, mumbling in a muffled voice, “I’m going to sleep, please don’t disturb me, thank you!”

“Lin Ci.”

Lin Ci tightened her expression and forced out, “Please, this pervert, don’t disturb my rest. Chatterbox.”

Shen Xiyan understood the phrase “Chatterbox” from Japanese.

In those Japanese films, a lonely married woman shoves a man out while saying this, meaning “Get out! Get out!”

“Lin Ci!” Shen Xiyan raised his voice.

Reluctantly, Lin Ci opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and gave him a fierce glare before sitting cross-legged on the bed. “What is it?”

Shen Xiyan waved the razor in his hand. “Thanks for the gift…”

“What’s there to thank for a gift? It’s not the first time. Besides, when have I ever thanked you for a gift? Why so polite?”

“Wasn’t it the first time you didn’t thank me?”

Shen Xiyan looked at the slightly worn Bear Plush on Lin Ci’s bed and smiled. “Could it be my memory is off? There was a little girl blushing… I think she even said she’d marry me when she grew up.”

“That was me being childish!!!!”

“Alright, goodnight…”

“Wait!”

“Hmm?”

Lin Ci’s breathing grew rapid, her heart pounding uncontrollably. “Am I the first one this year to give you a gift?”

“Of course.”

“Qin Sheng didn’t either?”

… She doesn’t know my birthday.

Lin Ci finally relaxed, a blush spreading from her brows all the way down to her toes.

She curled up inside the blanket again, tucking the left side under her, then rolling over to cover the right side, and finally pressing down the end with her foot. Wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

In the cool air-conditioned room, this was the standard sleeping position.

She only exposed her head, tightly shutting her eyes. “Now I’m really going to sleep! My parents aren’t coming home tonight; remember to wake me up tomorrow!”

“Hmm?”

Shen Xiyan was momentarily stunned. “Then why did you have me climb through the window just now?”

“You’re so annoying!”

Lin Ci’s face flushed with panic. She couldn’t admit she liked this “thrill of sneaking around.” “I just checked my phone and found out. Out! Out! Chatterbox!”

Shen Xiyan opened the window and climbed back out.

Hearing the next-door window open and close, Lin Ci turned over, curling up under the blanket like a worm, wriggling on the bed while making suggestive hums.

If it had been Qin Sheng just now, she definitely would have kissed him!

Lin Ci, you need to be a little more proactive!

Straddling Shen Xiyan, gripping his wrists tightly, and while he can neither struggle nor escape, desperately saying, “I like you, please be my boyfriend!”

If he hesitates, hold him down and kiss him.

If the two of them get entangled like that, he’ll have no choice but to be her boyfriend.

Afterward, Lin Ci fell into a deep sleep.

What is thought by day is dreamed by night.

The pressure of reality turns into madness in dreams.

In the middle of the night, Lin Ci got up to change her underwear, wet and sticky, and threw it directly into the washing machine.

When she came back, she set the air conditioner to 16°. 24° was still too hot after all.

Sticky heat!