Chapter 92: Bite You to Death

Two pairs of lips pressed together, petals touching.

A very cool, very clean scent.

Breath froze at this moment, time seemed to stop as well, but the heartbeat pounded so fiercely it felt like it would burst from his throat.

Instinctively, Lin Ci stuck out her tongue and licked Shen Xiyan’s lips.

Shen Xiyan seemed to notice; Lin Ci quickly pulled away, breathing heavily while closely watching his reaction.

Mainly watching his eyelids—people can fake sleep, but they can’t help blinking.

As long as Shen Xiyan showed any sign of waking, she would immediately pretend to be asleep!

But…

In his sleep, Shen Xiyan murmured softly, as if calling someone’s name.

Lin Ci leaned closer to listen, but the next second, Shen Xiyan slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her up a bit.

Lin Ci was stunned, still not fully aware, when he pulled her in and rested her against his solid, warm shoulder.

One hand gently kneaded her shoulder—not too hard, not too soft—already marked with light, shallow red bruises. The other hand softly caressed her slender waist, occasionally giving her butt a little pinch.

Lin Ci felt so comfortable that she couldn’t open her eyes, only letting out sleepy, contented murmurs like a full cat.

“Go to sleep, don’t fuss.”

“!!!”

How was he this good even while sleeping?!

Stop touching! Stop touching! I didn’t bring any spare underwear!

Lin Ci’s entire delicate body felt boneless as she melted against Shen Xiyan, eyes closed, lips unconsciously brushing his earlobe.

When Shen Xiyan embraced her, though his heart raced wildly, soon the chaotic feelings settled into calm.

She closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder, shifting gently until finding the perfect angle.

Her hair scattered over his neck, shoulder, and chest, finally settling.

Then she lightly inhaled his scent.

In polite terms: deeply in love.

In crude terms: horny.

Shen Xiyan tilted his head, his nose grazing her cheek and neck, instinctively sniffing her scent.

Lin Ci felt ticklish but held back.

She didn’t want to wake him, wanting to savor this sweet moment.

The set phone alarm suddenly rang, “Ding-ling-ling,” breaking their shared dream.

Lin Ci was no longer in the previous position; fearing she’d accidentally wake Shen Xiyan, she slid down a bit and lay on his chest, pretending to sleep.

Shen Xiyan moved subconsciously, feeling the quilt unusually heavy and the air conditioning not very effective, making him slightly warm.

He groggily opened his eyes.

Lin Ci clung to him like an octopus, as if holding onto a giant plush toy, disturbed by the alarm but not quite awake, only frowning and grumbling softly, one leg rubbing against him twice, hugging tighter.

Wait! Wait!

You’re rubbing my sensitive spot!

Shen Xiyan stared at the ceiling, stunned for a moment, then suddenly recalled how shameful their position was.

She’s on top of me… I’m inside her?

Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!

He checked the time on his phone—twenty minutes left until class.

The room was dim, making her skin look even fairer.

She slept deeply, eyes closed, long lashes curled slightly, a small delicate nose.

When deeply asleep, her mouth parted just a bit, revealing a few cute little teeth.

Stray strands of hair framed her pale face.

***

On impulse, Shen Xiyan reached out, gently brushing the messy strands aside with a soft, careful motion, afraid to wake her.

Then he realized: wasn’t he supposed to get up?

With Lin Ci’s discontented hums, he carefully pulled her arm off his chest, preparing to get up—only to find her legs still wrapped around him.

He hadn’t noticed her sleep position was so restless…

Oh, the last time they slept together was in elementary school; that’s a different story.

Shen Xiyan sighed helplessly, slowly pushing her arm away, trying not to wake her as he quietly tried to slip out of her embrace—because waking up to this awkwardness would be enough trouble for one person.

But Shen Xiyan clearly underestimated Lin Ci’s clinginess in her sleep.

Halfway free, she grumbled in displeasure and snuggled back, adjusting her position, then hugged him tightly again.

… Hiss-huff, hiss-huff~~

Shen Xiyan’s head was pounding.

With this position, every time Lin Ci moved, it rubbed against his lower abdomen.

Luckily, his body had reacted naturally this morning, or which virgin could withstand such temptation?

He immediately stopped moving, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, trying hard to calm himself.

Deep breaths… deep breaths.

Deep breaths my foot—I want tissues!

When a guy wakes up, some things happen uncontrollably every morning.

But this kind of involuntary reaction isn’t unpleasant until you consciously notice it—then it becomes uncomfortable and hot.

Especially now.

Let’s just say it’s good he didn’t wear the underwear Qin Sheng had thrown away; otherwise, it would be unbearable.

Seconds ticked by, and if he didn’t get up soon, he’d be late.

Shen Xiyan bit his lip and pushed Lin Ci’s shoulder.

Lin Ci puckered her lips, frowning again, mumbling indistinctly, “Sleep a little longer…”

Actually, if Lin Ci’s chest were a bit smaller, Shen Xiyan could easily feel her rapid heartbeat.

She had actually woken when the alarm rang but had been pretending to sleep.

Too bad.

If the room were a bit brighter, Shen Xiyan could see her fair face gradually flushing crimson.

Too bad, still no.

“Stop sleeping! Lin Ci… Lin Ci…” Shen Xiyan called her name by her ear.

Soft and fragrant to hold, no wonder he’d dreamed again just now.

Dreaming Qin Sheng lying on him, so he was feeling her up.

Eh? Feeling her up?

“Mm~~”

Lin Ci finally woke, rubbing against Shen Xiyan’s chest, her drowsy voice asking, “What time is it?”

“Two ten.”

“Nice.”

Lin Ci tightened her arms around Shen Xiyan’s waist. “We can still sleep a little longer.”

“Sleep my foot! It’s time for class.” Shen Xiyan patted her back and reached for her shoulder strap, tempted to undo it but resisted.

Only then did Lin Ci “realize” and scramble off Shen Xiyan, exclaiming, “Why are you under me?!”

“Weren’t you the one lying on me?”

“Is there a difference?”

Shen Xiyan nodded seriously, “The latter makes me look more charming; the former makes me look especially perverted.”

“You’re perverted anyway!”

Lin Ci’s face flushed bright red, clearly struggling to accept the situation but still sitting on him, rubbing her eyes from above.

Shen Xiyan arched his back, pushing her butt, “Get up already, you’re so lazy. No wonder the uncles and aunts have to call you every day.”

Lin Ci leaned forward, pressing her face through the T-shirt against his chest, rubbing gently for a while before softly saying, “So tired…”

“Then I’m getting up.”

Seeing this, Shen Xiyan casually wrapped his arms around her waist.

His loose T-shirt instantly deflated like a popped balloon, revealing the stunning curve beneath.

How can a girl’s waist be this tiny?

What about when she gets pregnant? Will she be able to handle it?

“Ticklish~~” Lin Ci twisted her body, giggling.

Because she was straddling him, her movements made Shen Xiyan’s lower abdomen feel the soft bulge, stiffening his body.

“If you’re ticklish, then get up. You’re crushing me.” Shen Xiyan said, suddenly sitting up.

Lin Ci leaned back and almost fell, only to be pulled back into his embrace.

“Ah!”

“Mm~~”

Pressed by that soft little butt, Shen Xiyan nearly lost control.

Lin Ci seemed to notice, shy and embarrassed, twisting slightly in his arms and shooting him an annoyed glare.

“Xiyan! What are you doing again…”

“Shh! Don’t blame me! Hurry up and get down!”

Waking up like this was already bad enough.

Lin Ci’s little butt sitting like this made it worse—he felt like the Hulk… ptooey! Like a black uncle ready to burst out of his clothes.

“Don’t think such dirty thoughts.” Lin Ci “fearfully” climbed off Shen Xiyan, lowering her head to look at his bulging pants, voice muffled.

“I’m not thinking about it!” Shen Xiyan protested, “It’s not something I can control. Who told you not to get up?”

“If you dare think about it, I’ll bite you to death.” She threatened quietly.

“Did you hear that?”

Shen Xiyan helplessly nodded, saying, “I was wondering where you wanted to bite me…”

“Bite you all over!”

Having the one you like hugging you every day is sometimes truly a kind of torture.

Suddenly, a line from Jing Fei in Legend of Zhen Huan popped into Lin Ci’s mind:

“Do you know, in my palace, there are three hundred and twenty-six bricks. But I’ve caressed each of them countless times, and among them, thirty-one have already developed tiny cracks.”

Back then, Lin Ci didn’t understand.

Now she did.

Once you taste it, you want more.

A rare person is like a rainbow; only when you meet them do you realize they exist.

So this is what love feels like—so beautiful that you want to have his children.

Lin Ci’s face flushed deep red.

“You’d get beaten up if you went out like this! Don’t do this to other girls.”

“Isn’t it all because of you? Do other girls lie on me like you do?”

Lin Ci looked righteous: “I’m just keeping warm.”

“Is there a difference?” Shen Xiyan rolled his eyes.

Lin Ci thought: the latter sounds righteous, the former like a lovesick fool.

I really am scheming.

Humph!

“All right, hurry and wake Wenwen. We have to go…”

“Oh, Wen…wen?”

Lin Ci’s voice changed tone.

The hammock where Wenwen should have been lying was now empty.

Lin Ci froze, eyes widening as her face turned as red as a tomato.

A sudden thought hit her: Wenwen must have woken up, seen them shameless like this, then covered her face and ran away.

“Shen! Xi! Yan!!!” Lin Ci stomped her foot, extremely embarrassed.

“What’s wrong?”

Shen Xiyan rubbed his eyes, still half asleep, just standing up when Lin Ci bit him.

“Eek~ Ah! Don’t bite, don’t bite! My chest—

You bit the wrong place… the mole! The mole! It hurts, it hurts, hurts…”