“Xiyan… ah… it’s so… so itchy…”
“Hold still!”
“It’s really itchy.”
Qin Sheng twisted her hips, cooing, “Scratch it for me. I don’t want my hands to smell weird!”
Shen Xiyan used her nails to gently scratch for her, but judging by Qin Sheng’s expression, she wasn’t satisfied.
So she drew a cross on it with her fingernail, and Qin Sheng felt pain and pleasure at once.
“…Xiyan, it hurts~~”
“Who told you to scratch at it in the first place? You know you have delicate skin, yet you used so much force. Now you’ve broken the skin, haven’t you? If you’d put ointment on sooner, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Qin Sheng pouted, and the wind blew over from his side, first brushing past him and then across her face: “It smells so bad. I’m not fragrant anymore.”
“I’m not sniffing you anyway, so what does it matter if you smell good or not?” Shen Xiyan took the upper hand, sneering coldly, “Or are you planning to let some other man smell you?”
“No! But you really don’t want to smell me?” Qin Sheng blushed, “[shy] and said, “Every part of me smells nice… including there.”
There? Where’s ‘there’?
“Ugh! You’re so annoying, it’s just there!” Qin Sheng, cheeks still flushed, pushed him, “All the fragrance is hidden inside. When you open it up, it comes rushing out all at once. The scent is intoxicating!”
That scent really was intoxicating.
Though I know the smell of the sea, just one sniff and I can’t help but want a taste.
Shen Xiyan was a master with words as well.
“Do you want to smell it now?”
“Get lost!”
“Just a sniff! Come on, just one!” Qin Sheng stood on tiptoe.
With their height difference, Shen Xiyan could easily catch a whiff of the fragrance in her hair.
“…Are you talking about your hair?!”
“What else?”
Qin Sheng blinked her big eyes, face full of innocent purity, “Weren’t you thinking of my hair? What else could it… ahhh! Shen Xiyan! You pervert! You lecher!”
“You wolf! You actually—actually wanted to smell me there! You haven’t even admitted you’re my boyfriend yet, and you already want to smell me there. If you admit it, won’t you want to taste it too?”
Shen Xiyan felt exhausted.
She truly never gets bored. She could play the same trick ten thousand times and still find joy in it.
And the slyest part? She never specified exactly which part.
If Shen Xiyan kept pursuing it, she’d probably claim she meant her foot.
After all, you could spread open toes one by one, couldn’t you?
Just imagining a tongue sliding between Qin Sheng’s toes… Shen Xiyan’s DNA was reacting.
Indeed, men have no resistance to all sorts of gaps and crevices.
“…Did you wash your hair this morning?”
“How could I not wash my hair before a date?!” Qin Sheng replied as if it was unthinkable.
Washing her hair before meeting up—this was a girl’s greatest tenderness.
“Touch my hair, see if it’s smooth.”
Qin Sheng grabbed Shen Xiyan’s wrist and placed it on her head. A handful of silky black hair slipped through his fingers like satin—it felt especially wonderful.
“Want to use it? I know a perverted way to play.”
“Get lost! Bring your face over here, dab on some medicated oil and get moving…”
“Oh~~”
While Shen Xiyan spoke, her breath brushed past Qin Sheng’s ear, making her shiver and bringing a flush to her skin.
Medicated oil could not only stop itching but also refresh the mind.
Spring drowsiness, autumn fatigue, summer dozing, winter sleepiness…
Whenever Shen Xiyan got sleepy at noon, he’d dab a little on his temples. Not only did it feel cool, the burning scent would drill into his nose and wake him right up.
Back in his clueless younger days, he’d even applied it to his little brother once—a legendary feat that had him crying in pain.
He rinsed with water for ages, but that only spread the burn everywhere, making it hurt even worse. That sensation was unforgettable to this day.
Made him want to become a eunuch.
“Okay, okay! Stop putting more on, it stinks!”
“Then keep it in your bag. When it itches, just apply a bit…”
“Can’t you hold onto it? I don’t want my bag smelling weird.”
“You’re not even scared of your bag picking up the scent of photinia flowers, but you’re afraid of this? Get moving, woman!”
***
Shen Xiyan forcibly stuffed the medicated oil into Qin Sheng’s little crossbody bag, his fingers turning a shade of green…
“Come on! I’ll wipe your hands~~”
“No need.”
“You have to! Otherwise, holding hands later will be awkward. And a man can have all sorts of colors on him, but never green. It’s unlucky. Aren’t you worried I’ll end up wearing a green hat?”
“???”
“Good! Be obedient~~”
Qin Sheng took a wet wipe from her bag and grabbed Shen Xiyan’s hand, cleaning every trace of green from his nails like a caring little wife.
Shen Xiyan’s gaze lingered on Qin Sheng, lost for a moment.
He could feel her care and tenderness.
He had given her nothing, yet she gave her heart so willingly.
A soft spot deep inside him was touched. The embarrassment from meeting her earlier that morning suddenly didn’t seem so hard to accept. At least Qin Sheng had laughed happily—from the heart.
“All done. Go! Go! Go!”
“Are you really going to wander around here all day? Not going to the amusement park or anything?”
“The amusement park’s too crowded. No interest.”
Qin Sheng took a deep breath, one hand holding Shen Xiyan’s, the other spreading out as if welcoming a cool breeze—but her underwear was already damp with sweat.
Yeah, it was hot.
Places like amusement parks should be saved for special times!
If they went now, it would just be for fun. What’s the point?
When they get a bit more intimate, she can play a little game with Shen Xiyan on the Ferris wheel: “Race Against Time.”
See if she can make him finish in a single round.
After that, the two strolled aimlessly down the pedestrian street, hand in hand—one big, one small.
There were lots of trinkets around, and Qin Sheng felt like a little girl who’d never grown up, curious about every odd thing.
She’d browse this stall for a while, then that one, and even tried haggling with the vendors for fun, never acting like some rich girl.
Finally, she hooked Shen Xiyan’s little finger and shook it coquettishly, “Xiyan, let’s buy matching couple bracelets?”
“No.”
“Xiyan~~~~”
“No!”
“Hmph! Then I’ll buy them myself.”
After checking the price—ten yuan for a pair—Qin Sheng didn’t even bother haggling.
She excitedly put one on, then waved the other in front of Shen Xiyan.
“Xi~yan~~ Let me put it on you, okay? That way, we’ll be a pair!”
“No!”
“Xiyan~~”
“Say whatever you want, it’s useless.”
“Then I won’t say it!” Qin Sheng grabbed his wrist and grumbled, “Today, you’re mine to use. If you want to take it off, do it at home. For now, you have to wear it.”
…Sister, it’s a waste of money.
“How is it? Isn’t it pretty?”
For a while in high school, making bracelets was all the rage. You’d see classmates with colorful threads everywhere, some making their own, others learning just to join in.
If you could wear a bracelet made by yourself, or by your boyfriend or girlfriend, you’d feel a special kind of confidence.
Qin Sheng had made some too…
But when it came to “love,” Qin Sheng especially hated anything that could be solved with money. She preferred to do things herself whenever possible.
“Listen up, gift-giving is a real skill. Don’t always focus on practicality—it’s not like we’re living together. When it comes to romance, the more ‘wasteful’ the better.”
Here’s a simple example:
A 500-yuan phone… Most people see it as electronic junk.
A girl would curse if she received it.
But what if it’s a 500-yuan hairpin?
Same amount spent, but the girl would think you’re being super generous and get really touched.
There’s a joke about this.
Given the same 5,000 yuan budget, a loser buys a mid-range phone, eats instant noodles, and gets a ‘thank you’ in return.
A jerk spends 2,000 to rent a luxury car for half a day, takes the girl to eat spicy hotpot, claims he just loves that stuff, the girl believes him, and then they book a 3,000-yuan presidential suite for the night.
The two ‘applaud for love,’ even saving money on protection.
“If you ever want to give me a present…”
Qin Sheng thought for a moment and pulled out a box of condoms from her bag.
Shen Xiyan reflexively took a step back, but Qin Sheng still had him by the pinky, so he failed to escape. “What are you doing?”
“Keeping them with me feels weird. You hold onto them for now. If you ever get the urge, just give me one every day—or a box every day… Flower Path Not Swept for Guests, Reed Gate Now Opens for the Lord…” Qin Sheng rose on tiptoe, pressing her pert bottom mischievously against Shen Xiyan’s.
Seeing Shen Xiyan’s disgusted expression, she giggled and darted away.
“Xiyan, come play a game! If the sun touches you, you die!”
“You’re so childish.”
“Come on! Play with me! I’m coming over!”
Such a childish game, Shen Xiyan hadn’t played it since elementary school.
But looking at Qin Sheng’s hopeful eyes, he reluctantly played with her for a while.
“Don’t you ever get bored?”
“Nope! As long as I’m with you, it’s fun.”
Her bright eyes and lifted lips showed she was telling the truth.
For a woman in love, even wordless eye contact could bring her sweetness—let alone their laughter and chatter.
When they got tired of walking, they sat down to rest on a bench in the underground mall.
The benches were for three, but almost every one was occupied by couples. Occasionally, a single dog would take up a whole bench—looked roomy, but actually quite pitiful.
Qin Sheng sat down and naturally turned sideways, using her bag to cover her skirt, then rested her legs on Shen Xiyan’s lap.
“Xiyan~~ Massage my feet, I’m so tired! The soles are all achy…”
“…I don’t have a choice, do I?”
“Of course not!”
Shen Xiyan gently tugged at her shoelaces, lifting her heel to take off her shoes and socks, revealing her two little feet.
Slim, delicate, and white as jade.
Shen Xiyan’s broad, warm, and slightly sweaty hand cupped her dainty heel, kneading it carefully, then working up to her arch, and finally her forefoot.
Her feet were so small, he could easily play with one in a single hand.
“Ah!” Qin Sheng let out a genuine moan.
A woman’s feet are an extremely private part—having them held like this by a guy made her feel intensely “[shy].”
Alright.
That was a lie. Actually, it felt amazing!
“Your ankle doesn’t hurt anymore?”
“Mm.”
“Will you do it again next time?”
“I dare…”
“Hmm?”
“—But I won’t.”
“Lin Ci-jie, there’s really nothing good in this mall. Everything’s so expensive… Let’s go check out the pedestrian street. I heard a new milk tea shop opened there, and it’s super tasty!”
“Mm.”