It’s just wishful thinking anyway; Bo Jiangxin wouldn’t know, nor could he control her.
Xiang Di hummed to herself, unable to truly do anything to him, so she’d just enjoy it in her mind. This time, she’d go big.
The scene immediately materialized before her eyes, still in first-person perspective.
Two open, bare thighs. Though he’d never seen them, Bo Jiangxin didn’t need to guess to know whose they were.
She didn’t often have opportunities to wear skirts at school, so her skin there was dazzlingly white, firm and slender.
He could vaguely make out the bluish veins underneath and a tiny mole on the inner side of her left thigh.
So, she had moles too.
Bo Jiangxin scoffed lightly.
She clearly had a mole herself, yet she coveted the mole on his Adam’s apple. Since she liked biting moles so much, why not bite her own?
No sooner had he thought this than a hand gently caressed that mole.
Equally pale, but compared to the dazzlingly white skin of her thighs, there was a subtle difference in skin tone between the two.
The hand’s knuckles were long and distinct, fingers clean, and the web between the thumb and index finger, as well as the palm, were broad.
This also created a tactile difference compared to the girl’s thigh. Though it was a thigh, her frame was so small that one hand could grasp most of it.
…Even if he were burned to ashes, Bo Jiangxin would instantly recognize it as his own hand.
He pressed his fingertip on the mole, then released it, and the taut skin instantly sprang back, leaving a pink, circular mark. Then he slowly traced circles around it, as if teasing it.
The mole’s position was quite delicate. Even though he was just circling it, her thigh trembled several times.
The owner of the thighs whispered, “It’s so itchy…”
Although she was the one saying it was itchy, Bo Jiangxin suddenly felt a strange itch in his own throat.
A low chuckle. The owner of the mischievous hand lifted his head; it was indeed his own face.
The person in the scene was nothing like his usual cold and proper self.
The corners of his lips were curved in a faint smile, and upon hearing her say it was itchy, he didn’t stop.
Instead, he abruptly kissed the mole.
“AH!”
A soft gasp.
It was just a mole, but Xiang Di trembled violently until he let her go.
Bo Jiangxin heard her let out a small sigh of relief, and he followed suit, finally feeling that it was all over.
He told himself that she had previously imagined kissing the mole on his Adam’s apple; he was merely returning the favor, not offending her.
Before he could fully catch his breath, the person in the scene immediately grasped her knees with both hands.
When he realized what the person in the scene was doing, Bo Jiangxin’s pupils widened slightly, and he finally understood what she meant by “sycophant” just now.
…In reality, she was as timid as could be, but when it came to these fantasy scenarios, her courage was immense.
Xiang Di’s protests grew louder and more indescribable, shouting “no, no,” but the lingering sound of her voice rose seductively. Her rejection wasn’t firm at all; instead, it had a hint of “playing hard to get.”
“No… mm…”
She was clearly seducing him. Bo Jiangxin couldn’t help but touch his earlobe; it was as if she were shouting right in his ear.
He had to admit she would make a great film director.
This shooting angle was simply indescribable.
Only a truly talented person could capture such a shot. He could only see the top of his own dark hair.
Even though he could only see the top of his head, human imagination is boundless. Even with just this one image, he could still imagine.
She truly knew how to enjoy herself. With furrowed brows, Bo Jiangxin’s Adam’s apple involuntarily moved, and he made a swallowing motion.
However, in reality, he only swallowed air.
Besides the girl’s moans and groans, there were other voices, reminding Bo Jiangxin that they were actually in a classroom.
He gripped his pen tightly, feeling as if he were on pins and needles, desperate to order Xiang Di to stop.
But with his ears and cheeks burning, and his heart pounding like a drum, it was as if he suddenly had a high fever.
His tongue felt dry, his throat tight, and he couldn’t utter a sound.
Bo Jiangxin closed his eyes, pressing his forehead in a somewhat helpless manner, unable to understand why he was having such a strange reaction.
His rationality told him he couldn’t let her carry on with this nonsense, not even in a fantasy.
They were in a classroom. If he didn’t stop her soon, he’d be ruined too.
Bo Jiangxin dropped his pen and grabbed the back of her school uniform collar, lifting her up from where she was sprawled on the desk.
“Xiang Di!”
Her legs beneath the desk closed tighter and tighter.
Xiang Di was just getting into it when she was suddenly lifted from the desk.
Their eyes met, and both were momentarily stunned.
Bo Jiangxin’s eyelids trembled.
If she could see the expression on his face right now, she would probably be so ashamed she’d dig a hole and bury herself on the spot.
Her eyes were watery and glistening, filled with shyness and embarrassment.
Her cheeks were flushed pink, even the tip of her nose was red, as if she had a fever. Her lower lip was very red, probably bitten hard during the excitement.
Because the fantasy scene was from her first-person perspective, he could only hear her voice and couldn’t see her expression at all.
He couldn’t quite tell if he was actually curious in his heart to see her innocent and delicate face in excitement, but regardless, he was seeing it now.
If he didn’t know what she had been thinking, he would most likely just assume she was sick, which was why her complexion was abnormal.
But he knew what she had been thinking, so he knew her blush wasn’t from illness, but because of him.
Because she was fantasizing about doing “that” with him.
His throat felt dry, and he unconsciously made another swallowing motion.
In that instant, his thoughts suddenly became uncontrolled, even feeling a bit guilty, thinking, “Is this all the reaction she has, just this blush and red ears? She was calling out so loudly earlier, with a crying tone in her voice; I even thought she would cry.”
What a pity, she only called out; he didn’t make her cry completely.
Suddenly realizing his dark thoughts, and that he was dissatisfied with her reaction not being strong enough, Bo Jiangxin gave a wry smile and quickly released her collar.
How could he have such thoughts? He must have been infected by this lustful groundhog.
The air between them was stagnant for a few seconds.
Xiang Di also came to her senses, her eyes wide, staring blankly at the annoyance and confusion on Bo Jiangxin’s face, and his slight biting of his lip.
On that indifferent face, which seemed incapable of showing any joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness in this lifetime, the corners of his eyes and cheeks were now abnormally red.
[Oh my god, what’s wrong with him? Why is he looking at me with such a sexy and alluring expression?]
[Why is he biting his lip? Is he trying to seduce me?]
[Good heavens, he’s so hot.]
Bo Jiangxin: How dare she call me hot? And, who was seducing whom?
When it came to blaming others, she was the best.
…She was truly harmful, making him like this, yet she detached herself so quickly.
Someone was cursing him as hot in her mind, but on the surface, she was hypocritically concerned: “Your face looks a bit off. What’s wrong?”
Bo Jiangxin was stumped.
How was he supposed to answer? Should he say, “I can hear your thoughts,” or “I can even see your imagined scenes”?
If he said it, she probably wouldn’t have the face to come to school, and of course, neither would he.
Forget about the college entrance exam; they might as well pack up and retake a year together.
Even if he compromised and reluctantly agreed to be her fantasy object, due to his special physical condition, he couldn’t do “that” kind of thing.
So, he begged her to fantasize about things that were more realistic.
Bo Jiangxin quickly realized his recent thoughts were very wrong.
No, he was crazy. What was he agreeing to?
Bo Jiangxin covered his forehead, sighed deeply, his voice sounding weak and somewhat hoarse.
“…I’m fine.”
His forehead was burning hot now, and he felt weak all over, truly feeling like he had a fever.
Although interrupted, Xiang Di had enjoyed herself and felt vindicated, so she wasn’t angry with Bo Jiangxin anymore.
Though she was a love-struck fool, there was nothing she could do about it, since she was the one with the unrequited crush.
She was genuinely concerned about him now: “Um, are you feeling unwell?”
“No.” After denying it, Bo Jiangxin rested his head on his arms, directly collapsing onto the desk, and said, “I’m going to sleep for a bit.”
This didn’t look like he was fine at all.
Xiang Di suggested again, “Why don’t you ask the teacher for leave and go home?”
Although she was reluctant for him to go home, health came first after all.
“No need,” Bo Jiangxin coldly refused.
“But I see you…”
Bo Jiangxin let out a low “tsk” sound, lifted his head, his tightly furrowed brows showing deep impatience.
He said to her in a low voice, “I said no need, don’t you understand? Don’t tell the teacher. Let me sleep, don’t disturb me.”
Xiang Di’s expression froze, somewhat intimidated by his cold attitude.
She didn’t dare to meddle any further, fearing another rebuff from him. Suppressing a hint of sadness in her heart, she nodded like a pecking chick.
“Okay, okay, then you sleep.”
Bo Jiangxin hummed in affirmation and lay back down on the desk.
Xiang Di muttered quietly to herself.
[Is he that dedicated to studying? He looks like he has a high fever and still won’t go home.]
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