Xiang Di didn’t expect her brother to get so strong over the years. Just holding her wrist was enough to completely immobilize her.
Seeing her struggle fruitlessly, Xiang Sheng raised an eyebrow lazily and said smugly, “Try to pull free. If you can, I’ll give you a thousand bucks.”
Xiang Di’s arm was about to dislocate from the effort, but Xiang Sheng still held on tightly, and judging by his relaxed expression, he probably wasn’t even using half his strength.
Finally, Xiang Di gave up, glaring angrily at him.
Xiang Sheng regained his manly dignity from his sister and finally let go.
“See? That’s the difference in strength between men and women. So never think you can beat a man.”
He reached out and tapped her forehead, enunciating each word: “Overestimating yourself, little brat.”
Xiang Di realized clearly that the only reason she had the upper hand earlier when pinning him down was because Xiang Sheng had held back.
She suddenly asked quietly, “Are all gym people this strong?”
“Of course.” Xiang Sheng scoffed.
“You think those dumbbells are made of foam? When you finish the college entrance exams, I’ll take you to our gym for a tour. With your little body, you couldn’t lift the weights we usually train with.”
At first, Xiang Sheng was dismissive but noticed Xiang Di didn’t retort and instead held her slightly reddened wrist, lost in thought.
He panicked a little—did he press too hard and hurt her?
“Want me to rub some Red Flower Oil on it?” Xiang Sheng sighed.
“You really can’t take a beating. I barely used any strength and your wrist is already that red.”
Their parents didn’t give him a little chick for a sister, but a fragile little baby chick.
Xiang Di rolled her eyes at him, thinking, You don’t get it.
I’m a delicate saintly body type.
If you put me in any smutty novel, the male lead would get so excited he’d fight me for three days straight.
Xiang Di huffed and ignored her brother, grabbed her bag, went into her room, and shut the door behind her.
Back in her room, Xiang Di lay on her bed and stared at the red handprint left on her wrist.
If only it were Bo Jiangxin’s handprint, she’d definitely take a picture to keep forever.
She just wanted to be tightly held by Bo Jiangxin.
And today, she learned something new about him—he also goes to the gym.
She had already accepted the minor flaw that Bo Jiangxin, busy studying all these years, might not have much muscle and she’d had to imagine his muscles herself.
But now knowing he actually works out made him even more charming.
She’d always noticed Bo Jiangxin had great proportions: slim waist, long legs, broad shoulders, tall stature.
Now, imagining that beneath his aloof, noble honor student exterior hid a powerful, muscular body…
When she was little, she learned to paint from her aunt, so perfect human anatomy was deeply attractive to her.
She pictured herself tracing his body like a painter’s brush tip with her fingertip.
Starting from his hairline sliding down over his forehead, moving to his high nose bridge, then touching those soft, pale pink lips that always pressed into a cold line.
Brushing over his lips, tracing from his pointed chin up to the prominent Adam’s apple, she wanted to rub that sexy mole over and over until the skin around it flushed red, until she coaxed a muffled groan out of him.
His whole body was surely covered with just the right layer of muscle, white skin with bluish veins beneath, flowing with the youthful blood of a young man—clear and restrained but full of wild tension.
She wanted to draw his strong arms, feel his slightly raised chest muscles, and outline the grooves of his abs and v-cut, painting those exquisite lines with her hand.
Xiang Di bit her lip softly. But touching like this would definitely annoy him.
But she wanted to annoy him. Only by making him angry could she experience the more intense next step.
He would definitely lose it, grab her wrist tightly with one hand, and pin it above her head.
She looked up; the serious, cold honor student was gone.
His black eyes were filled with desire, his slender Adam’s apple rolling on his neck.
He asked in a hoarse voice, “Have you had enough touching?”
She coquettishly said, “No, let me touch a little more.”
Bo Jiangxin wasn’t the kind to let her have her way.
She tried to struggle a few times but couldn’t break free.
He lightly tapped her cheek and said from above, “My turn now.”
Then, he lowered his body. The usually cold and distant academic god transformed into a child in need of milk, sucking and swallowing vigorously.
His hard abs pressed against her soft lower belly. His hand gripped a dumbbell with great strength, easily lifting her slender waist.
Lost in fantasy, Xiang Di excitedly pounded on the bed.
After just a couple of hits, a sudden sinking feeling came from her lower abdomen.
No way—it already feels better today?
She rushed out of her room to the bathroom and realized she had started her period.
Xiang Di checked her phone’s period-tracking app—it was two days early.
Oh my, just imagining that and my period comes early? Bo Jiangxin’s power is too strong.
Turns out Bo Jiangxin not only relieves her stress but also accelerates her period.
Xiang Di sighed, already dreading the rough week ahead.
The first day of her period was okay.
She only felt an ache in her waist, and her body felt weak, especially her legs—they barely had the strength to walk.
Usually, the second day was the hardest for her.
After forcing herself through morning classes, by lunchtime, Xiang Di didn’t even have the strength to go to the School Cafeteria.
Luckily, Liang Qianqian knew she had a painful period and let her rest in the Classroom, buying lunch for her at the school store.
So Liang Qianqian had to find other girls to go to the cafeteria with.
When she was carrying the food and looking for a place to sit, she ran into Ye Minjia and Bo Jiangxin.
Ye Minjia saw she was with other girls today and curiously asked, “Did you and Xiang Di have a fight?”
Liang Qianqian rolled her eyes, “Like talking to a dog.”
Ye Minjia: “Then why aren’t you with Xiang Di today?”
Liang Qianqian: “She’s not feeling well, resting in the Classroom.”
“Ah? What’s wrong with her?” Ye Minjia asked. “Sick?”
Though menstruation was a normal physiological phenomenon and nothing to be ashamed of, Liang Qianqian still felt it wasn’t something to casually tell boys.
Especially someone like Ye Minjia with his sharp tongue.
Last week, when she had her period, Ye Minjia accidentally saw a sanitary pad in her desk and blurted out, “Whoa, you really are a girl?”
Liang Qianqian snapped, “What’s it got to do with you? You’re not her dad.”
“I’m her Class Monitor. If I don’t care about her, who will?” Ye Minjia shot her a sideways glance.
“And you, what kind of fake bestie are you? She’s not feeling well, and you’re not with her in the Classroom, yet you have time to eat in the cafeteria. You’re so cold and heartless.”
Liang Qianqian wanted to retort but the girls she was with waved at her from nearby, “Qianqian, there’s a spot here.”
She kicked Ye Minjia lightly in frustration and left without another word.
Ye Minjia dusted off his pants, looked after Liang Qianqian, and clicked his tongue twice. “Fake bestie.”
Then he turned back to Bo Jiangxin, “Better if it were just the two of us, right…? Hey, aren’t you eating?”
Bo Jiangxin gave a soft “hm” and said, “The food today isn’t very good.”
Ye Minjia: “I think it’s pretty good. The cafeteria food always tastes like this. The young master’s stomach is like the weather—always changing.”
Seeing Bo Jiangxin getting up to leave, Ye Minjia hurried to finish his meal: “Wait for me! I’m almost done.”
“The teacher wants to see me.”
Bo Jiangxin said, “Take your time, don’t choke.”
With his courage, Ye Minjia would never dare to trouble Bo Jiangxin even if he thought about it all day.
Might as well just go check on her.
The Classroom was almost empty at noon. Xiang Di lay on her desk, feeling much better after resting, but her stomach still hurt a bit, and she was a little hungry.
Suddenly, someone gently tapped her desk. Thinking it was Qianqian back, she immediately reached out, grabbed the School Uniform, and slowly lifted her head, looking pitifully at the zipper of that uniform:
“I knew you love me. You couldn’t bear to see me suffer alone in the Classroom and finished lunch so quickly to come back.”
But there was no response. She tilted her head, blinked to make sure she wasn’t mistaken.
Quickly, she withdrew her hand from Bo Jiangxin’s uniform and forced an embarrassed smile: “Sorry, I thought it was Qianqian.”
Bo Jiangxin pressed his lips and asked, “Are you sick?”
Xiang Di suddenly stammered. Menstruation wasn’t something to be ashamed of, and this morning Zhōu Línxiāo had seen she was uncomfortable and asked what was wrong. She’d just said she was on her period.
Zhōu Línxiāo looked at her with concern and said he understood—his mother had painful periods too, and she would call his father to complain.
She envied Zhōu Línxiāo’s mom, being able to pester her handsome husband during cramps. Unfortunately, her husband was still just a classmate.
What was the use of pestering him? Xiang Di said dejectedly, “Sort of. My stomach hurts.”
Bo Jiangxin softened his voice: “Is it very painful?”
It wasn’t that bad, but after hesitating, she nodded.
Her long lashes cast a shadow of grievance over her eyes as she weakly breathed out, “Mm.”
Then she pretended to be in unbearable pain, weakly laying on the desk.
“It hurts so much…”
Given her painful period, faking it a little to gain sympathy from him wasn’t too much, right?
Bo Jiangxin’s voice deepened slightly: “Do you want to go to the infirmary?”
Xiang Di quickly raised her head and said, “Ah, no, no.”
Her tone had sounded too forceful just now, so she added, “My legs have no strength, I can’t walk, so I’m just resting in the Classroom.”
Bo Jiangxin said flatly, “I’ll carry you.”
Xiang Di: “……”
Bo Jiangxin: “Don’t want to?”
If she went to the infirmary, he’d find out she wasn’t really sick, just on her period.
But.
Bo Jiangxin offered to carry her!
Which fool would refuse when the person they liked offered to carry them to the infirmary?
A rare idol drama scene finally arrived.
Let the chips fall where they may, life is to be enjoyed fully—she’d explain later, for now, just enjoy it!
Xiang Di whispered, “…Okay, then I’ll trouble you.”
Bo Jiangxin immediately crouched down with his back to her.
“Hop on.”
Xiang Di carefully climbed onto his back. Bo Jiangxin barely exerted himself and stood up.
[Hahaha, my husband’s back! Finally got to ride!]
[Round it up—I’ve at least played horsey with my husband!]
Bo Jiangxin:
Judging by that loud and spirited inner voice, maybe she didn’t seem sick at all.