“What’s this?”
Swallow.
Picio.
Shen Xiyan reached out and touched it, but his mind drew a blank—no memories at all. Still, he knew how it got there: “A razor, right? You pressed too hard and nicked yourself.”
“You’ve done this a few times, haven’t you?”
“That’s how manual razors are…”
“Then why do you keep using it? Electric razors aren’t expensive.”
“They’re not expensive, but the shave feels so much better…”
Shen Xiyan had had this habit since childhood. Every time he got a haircut, he’d have Master Tony help shave the fine hairs on his neck.
Listening to the gentle shh-shh sound, feeling the slight prickling sensation—it was oddly comforting.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little bit…”
Saying it didn’t hurt would be a lie, but exaggerating the pain would be nonsense too.
Lin Ci was silent for a moment before going to the cabinet to grab that razor and handed it to him: “This is for you!”
“Isn’t this yours?”
“I bought it to give to you!”
“Huh?”
Lin Ci’s eyes darted nervously, her small hands fiddling anxiously over her lower belly:
“Your birthday’s coming up soon, right? I noticed you often have little cuts around your mouth, and I thought you just didn’t want to buy a new one…”
“…But my birthday’s more than a month away!”
Shen Xiyan’s happiness was natural and unforced. If he covered his mouth like a foreigner might when surprised, it would feel overdone.
“Can’t I prepare early?”
“You can, but… it’s really not yours?”
Lin Ci blushed so hard her toes curled nervously: “I don’t grow hair, why would I need one?”
“I thought you were just shy.”
“Shy my ass! Look for yourself!” Lin Ci rolled up her sleeves, revealing clean, smooth underarms.
Unlike Shen Xiyan, who had dark, dense patches there, every summer when he sweated, a certain Special Fragrance would waft off him—not quite body odor, but addictive.
At first, Lin Ci thought she was some kind of pervert, liking the smell of Special Fragrance, but the back of the classroom was full of boys’ Sweat Odor—just the thought made her want to puke.
Only Shen Xiyan was special.
Bilibili told her this meant her genes had chosen him.
Some people get nauseous smelling heather flowers; others can even put them on their face or eat them. It’s basically the same thing.
Shen Xiyan held the razor, muttering quietly: “It’s not like I can only shave there…”
“Where else? Leg hair just gets thicker the more you shave. Do I look like that kind of person?”
“Don’t move!”
“What?”
Lin Ci was stunned, then Shen Xiyan reached out to lightly touch her underarm: “You really don’t have any… smooth as silk…”
“!!!”
Lin Ci’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson as she grabbed a pillow and pounded Shen Xiyan’s head.
“Shen! Xi! Yan! You’re dead meat!”
“Hey! Stop! It hurts!”
Lin Ci hit hard, leaving Shen Xiyan dizzy. No choice but to use her bed covers as a shield.
But Lin Ci wasn’t done. Her facial muscles twitched constantly, glaring murderously at the pillow-wrapped head. Finally, she straddled him through the blanket and started hitting him with the pillow.
After tiring out, they rested a bit. Then, feeling powerful, Lin Ci teased him again.
Unable to hold back, Shen Xiyan poked his head out of the covers, breathing heavily.
Lin Ci thought he might apologize. She wouldn’t mind—after all, she was a kind and beautiful lady.
No petty grudges, at most she might stomp on him with her foot.
“18…”
“You didn’t eat, did you?” Shen Xiyan asked.
That infuriated Lin Ci. Pretending to be annoyed, she grabbed the pillow and smacked him repeatedly.
Thankfully, the bed was sturdy; it creaked dozens of times but didn’t collapse.
Finally, Lin Ci ran out of energy, flopping onto Shen Xiyan.
Inside the blanket, Shen Xiyan suddenly felt it grow soft and heavy, suffused with a faint intoxicating fragrance.
“Are you trying to suffocate me?” came his muffled voice.
“Yeah!”
Lin Ci was so mad she suddenly laughed, a mischievous smile curling her lips: “I’m going to suffocate you!”
She hugged him tighter, legs tangled with the blanket, face buried and squirming in it. Her hands wandered mischievously, even bolder than before.
Closing her eyes, it felt like they were naked in each other’s arms.
A blissful feeling.
Of course, she wasn’t really holding Shen Xiyan—just the blanket, but she wanted to crush him anyway.
“Wenwen used to say the same thing. Do you know what happened to her?”
“What?”
Shen Xiyan poked his head out again and looked at the girl sitting on him, arms wrapping around her slim waist through the blanket.
“Ah—!”
Before Lin Ci could shy away, he pulled her down and she landed on him, tightly embraced.
Before she could react, Shen Xiyan rolled twice, flipping them so he ended up outside the covers while she was pinned beneath, receiving pillow strikes on her backside.
“Xiyan!”
Lin Ci, still tense, completely lost her composure. She pushed Shen Xiyan with both hands, face flushed, yelling almost childishly: “Get up! Get up!”
But a “mere girl” like her couldn’t budge Shen Xiyan. Her cheeks burned deeply from his teasing. Her neatly dressed clothes were all disheveled; her fair skin blushed faintly, revealing half a nipple.
“That’s Wenwen’s usual fate…”
Shen Xiyan was both annoyed and amused. Climbing off her, he suddenly paused, feeling something strange in his body and arching his back slightly.
Lin Ci, like a little girl who’d been messed with, clutched the blanket and shrank into a corner, eyes full of resentment, cheeks still flushed.
“You’ll get arrested if you keep this up!”
“…As long as you don’t call the cops, it’s fine, right?”
Lin Ci pulled the blanket over her face, shouting from inside: “Who said I wouldn’t call? I will! I’m turning you in for being a pervert!”
“Hey hey, you were the one on top first! Shen Xiyan isn’t wrong; he was just fighting back!”
“Shut up! You touched me first!” Lin Ci blushed furiously, raising her little hands to smack him hard.
“Hey! Stop! You said there was nothing, I couldn’t resist… ouch, that hurts!”
It didn’t hurt at all.
But when a girl hits you, you have to pretend it hurts a lot.
“Hmph! Learned your lesson?”
Lin Ci looked at Shen Xiyan’s cowardly face and almost laughed, but held it back, making her lips twitch.
Could Qin Sheng see Shen Xiyan like this?
No way!
That was her and Wenwen’s privilege—Wenwen was her little sister, but she wasn’t.
“I learned.”
“No sincerity!”
Lin Ci pretended to be extremely angry, pursing her lips and crossing her arms, acting like she didn’t want to talk to him.
But they were too familiar with each other. Even the fiercest pose lacked menace and only made her look adorable.
“What sincerity do you want?”
“At least a 90-degree bow and an apology!”
Shen Xiyan looked a bit troubled: “Can you pick something else? Puberty bodies don’t always listen to the brain; I need some time every morning to adjust.”
“No! It has to be this!”
“That really won’t work…”
“Why not?”
“I have my unspeakable reasons.”
“No way! You’re just making excuses!” Lin Ci plugged her ears and refused to listen.
Shen Xiyan had no choice but to get up.
Lin Ci had studied junior high biology—what was there to be afraid of?
This was what they called a gentleman hiding his talents, waiting for the right moment to act.
But as he stood up, Lin Ci froze. Since Shen Xiyan had just finished showering, his pajama pants were tight, and there was a noticeable bulge.
How could it be so big?!
Actually, before having a boyfriend, many girls truly knew nothing about men’s size. Though many might watch Japanese adult films, Lin Ci was not one of them.
She had a psychological purity and never touched such things.
The modest girl’s face turned bright red, and she scrambled off the bed as if escaping a big bad wolf.
“Okay… okay… I’m thirsty. I’ll go get some water.”
She ran to the kitchen, turned on the faucet, splashed water on her face to cool down.
Wet strands stuck to her flushed, lovely face, water droplets lingering on her delicate cheeks. Her lips were rosy, making her originally fresh and pretty face even more enchanting.
“Pervert… weirdo… lecher…”
She muttered complaints under her breath, but her eyes curved into a smile.