Chapter 115: You Dropped Me

Qin Sheng reached out and poked Shen Xiyan’s chest, who was utterly Soul-Losing, laughing until her eyes were nothing but crescent moons.

“Xiyan I never would’ve guessed, you’re actually pretty ‘romantic’ You even planned a surprise for me!”

“You said you don’t like me?”

“Just consider me your boyfriend. Let’s go straight to the hotel and do shameless things. Today, I’ll make you a real man. Do you want to take the main road or the winding path?”

Shen Xiyan was despairing, having already given up on explaining—the more he tried, the worse it got.

Indeed!

There was a perfectly good main road, but he insisted on going around the back through the winding path.

“Hehe! I’m going to tell my aunt this good news!” Qin Sheng smirked slyly.

“Are you looking for trouble with your mother?” Shen Xiyan gave her a sideways glance.

Qin Sheng flashed a dazzling smile and beckoned with her finger.

When Shen Xiyan stepped closer, she stood up, pressed him onto the bench, straddled his lap sideways, and wrapped her arms around his neck, beaming: “Xiyan~~ just spoil me!! Spoil me badly!”

Shen Xiyan’s first instinct was to get up, but he failed. Qin Sheng sat down with extra force, fitting snugly.

Helpless, he tilted his head to the side to avoid Qin Sheng suddenly grabbing him for a kiss:

From Shen Xiyan’s perspective, Qin Sheng’s eyes, nose, mouth, even the dimples that appeared when she smiled lightly—all were beautiful, enchanting, and alluring.

A natural beauty, mesmerizing and sexy, carrying a charm far beyond her years.

“Really?” Qin Sheng’s lively eyes revealed an unmasked anxiety.

Shen Xiyan frowned. “Why do you have that look?”

Shouldn’t Qin Sheng be Overwhelmed by Favor when praised by him?

…I—I didn’t expect you to be so direct this time. I thought I’d have to coax you a bit before you let your guard down… Don’t make me do anything. Today’s just for fun, I don’t want to ruin the mood.”

“Just look then, do I have to ask my husband’s permission to be affectionate?”

“Who’s your husband?” Shen Xiyan grabbed Qin Sheng’s soft, fair cheek and yanked hard.

“Ow!”

Qin Sheng’s face distorted in his hand as she begged, “Boyfriend! Isn’t boyfriend good enough?”

Shen Xiyan tightened his grip.

Qin Sheng stubbornly declared, “Go ahead and strangle me! Even if you do, I’m still your boyfriend.”

“Get up!” Shen Xiyan frowned.

“Nooo, you haven’t even complimented me since we met.” Qin Sheng rubbed her cheek, now flushed bright red. “On other dates, guys start by showering their girlfriends with compliments. What about you?”

“You’re very pretty… Is that enough?” Shen Xiyan stared at Qin Sheng for a moment before speaking.

“Compliment me.” Qin Sheng’s cheeks reddened, showing a girl’s typical shy reaction.

Shen Xiyan rolled his eyes. “I’m not complimenting you, I’m just stating facts!”

He could deny anything else, but never Qin Sheng’s looks.

“Wow! That’s the one!” Qin Sheng kept her mouth agape, eyes wide. She worried she’d misunderstood or overthought it: “I barely even wore makeup today.”

“That still looks great.”

When women want compliments, they’ll desperately deny themselves first.

Like, “Honey, have I gotten fat recently?”

Or, “Honey, this dress is too pale, and my skin’s a bit dark—does it not look good on me?”

Or, “Honey, have I been looking haggard lately? There seem to be wrinkles at the corners of my eyes?”

Believe me, they don’t say these things without reason.

Usually, when they say these things, it’s because it’s already happened—and they’ve noticed it.

So your answer can never be a blunt truth.

Men always pay a price for their lies.

Who was it that said, “Just a little teasing, no going in,” “I’ll stay still even if I go in,” and “It won’t hurt even if I move”?

That’s what you get for lying!

“Annoying~~ I knew you’d pamper me.” Qin Sheng’s cheeks flushed slightly as she said shyly.

What kind of compliments hadn’t she heard?

She even found other guys’ “kind” compliments a little disgusting.

But Shen Xiyan’s praise always made her blush fiercely—even when exaggerated or perfunctory, it made her heart shy and happy.

She liked Shen Xiyan’s honesty!

He treated her like a noble warrior, and she would repay him in kind.

“Do you want to taste the lip rouge on my lips? Or maybe try my sister juice?”

Qin Sheng already had a face that could cause trouble, and she especially loved Korean-style Bitten Lip Makeup.

Actually, Bitten Lip Makeup, which leans toward being seductive, suits both the femme fatale and the icy beauty types best—the former as a finishing touch, the latter for a stunning contrast.

Qin Sheng could pull off both styles.

Shen Xiyan had no intention at first, but Qin Sheng’s teasing stirred an overwhelming desire to taste the lip rouge on her mouth—though he feared poisoning himself with chemicals.

“Can you get up first?”

“Nooo nooo just one good morning kiss! We haven’t seen each other in days; I really miss you!”

Shen Xiyan pretended not to hear, grabbed Qin Sheng under the arms and lifted her up, his brow twitching slightly.

Today, Qin Sheng’s outfit was dangerously tempting.

Not only the Bitten Lip Makeup, but she was cosplaying a JK, and although she was actually one, her outfit was even more JK-like than a typical JK.

The short skirt made her look cute, youthful, and lively.

Her long ponytail curled slightly at the ends, with a few strands falling on her forehead, exuding a lazy yet refined air.

Combined with her delicate makeup, the pure and tender girl was imbued with a refined charm.

A polite compliment: pretty.

A crude compliment: makes you want to shake her till she cries.

Qin Sheng was very satisfied with Shen Xiyan’s expression, taking a couple of steps back and spinning in front of him.

“How do I look, sir? Am I not beautiful?”

Such a youthful and pure girl always drew the attention of passersby, as if making spring itself gentler.

***

In her previous life, Qin Sheng’s style shifted this way too—at first refined and mature, then toned down to cute so as not to pressure Shen Xiyan, only to return to refined by university.

Quite thoughtful.

“Xiyan keep complimenting me don’t stop!”

“That’s enough!” Shen Xiyan picked up her bag, dusted off some dirt, gave her pouty butt a tap, then stuffed the bag into her arms.

Qin Sheng’s hips were perfect—the soft yet springy feel many women lacked.

“Where do you want to go today?”

“Aiya, you’ve wrinkled my pants, let me smooth them out.” Qin Sheng reached out, trying for a “softly caressing sigh.”

“Smack!”

A slap stopped her.

Shen Xiyan glared. “Have some shame.”

Qin Sheng pulled out some tissues, wiping away fake tears and blowing her nose. “You were complimenting me just now, now you’re being mean… Hey, you dropped something.”

“Dropped what?”

Shen Xiyan looked around but found nothing missing.

Today, the only thing he carried was his phone.

Qin Sheng stretched out her fair little hand, voice sweet: “You dropped a cute, lovable girlfriend who’s both cuddly and playful…”

“???”

“Hold my hand!”

Qin Sheng pouted, acting cute. “Otherwise, I’ll get lost and be sold off to the mountains as a Little Wife. Would you let that happen?”

Undeniably, this silly Qin Sheng’s unintentional innocence held a fatal allure for the creepy old man.

Shen Xiyan was that creepy old man.