“There’s nothing much… She has a little Private Room, fully equipped with Air Conditioner and everything. She said during lunch break we could go there to rest, so we don’t have to lie in the classroom sweating.”
Wenwen’s mouth dropped open, eyes wide with surprise. “We can go too?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?” Lin Ci looked puzzled.
“I’m not about to leave you all behind… to enjoy the Air Conditioner by myself while you’re stuck in the classroom.”
“No, I mean why do we have to go there?”
Shen Xiyan gave Qin Sheng a faint glance. “Isn’t it so I can keep an eye on someone all the time… instead of sitting in the Dining Hall getting pointed at like now.”
“I don’t mind~~”
Qin Sheng really didn’t mind, but still looked a little bothered, lying on the table with her chin resting on her arms, occasionally glancing up at Shen Xiyan.
“Her little Private Room has always been for private use, but if it can make you and Wenwen feel cooler at noon, I’m happy…”
Qin Sheng reflected quietly, wondering why in her previous life she found Song Wan so hard to deal with.
Oh…
Aside from Song Wan’s irrationality, trying to seduce Shen Xiyan out of shame and anger, it was mostly the pressure her aunt put on her.
She didn’t acknowledge her own mother but felt her aunt was more like a mother.
Looking at 17-year-old Song Wan from her current 26-year-old perspective, she really seemed like a child.
She was a child in front of Shen Xiyan but not around others.
For example, with the earlier tying up—if it had been her past self, she definitely would have made a fuss. But now, she knew how to play along.
When Shen Xiyan came in just now, his eyes lingered a long time below her abdomen.
That meant they hadn’t tied tight enough; if they had managed to leave even a slit, that would have been the finishing move.
“Also, once you get used to the Air Conditioner at noon, you’ll have to beg me to keep liking you. Otherwise, why would Song Wan invite you over?”
“… Let’s eat quickly. We’re already running late. After eating, we can go back and take a nap.”
Shen Xiyan ignored her and slurped the vegetable broth off the rice, eating heartily.
Wenwen didn’t like Fatty Meat, but didn’t want to waste it either, so she secretly slipped the fatty pieces from her bowl into Shen Xiyan’s, then kept eating.
After all, family. It’s normal for a little sister to give her brother the parts she doesn’t like, right?
But Wenwen didn’t notice that when the piece coated with her saliva slid into Shen Xiyan’s mouth, Qin Sheng’s eyes flashed sharply for a moment.
“Why are you staring at me?” Shen Xiyan suddenly looked up.
Qin Sheng panicked slightly but said, “I can’t keep my head down all the time, can I? Besides, I’m not even looking at you. I’m just keeping my eyes open, letting the light fall on my retinas naturally.”
Shen Xiyan lowered his head and continued eating, finishing off the leftovers from Wenwen’s bowl. Then that strange feeling came back!
Looking up, he saw Qin Sheng resting her chin in her hands, smiling warmly at him.
“Alright, you’re ruthless!”
Shen Xiyan patted Wenwen’s shoulder and swapped seats with her.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“The dishes are almost empty. I think Lin Ci looks nice—truly a feast for the eyes…”
“So I’m ‘a feast you can’t eat’?”
“Not as good as Lin Ci.”
Lin Ci knew Shen Xiyan was joking.
But as a modest young lady, she still blushed, lowering her head silently, picking at the rice with her chopsticks in small bites.
There was no chili in the rice, but after it entered her little mouth, her fair face slowly turned a faint rosy pink.
Summer had truly arrived; the Dining Hall was unbearably hot without Air Conditioning.
Sweat beaded lightly on her forehead, and she wiped it away with a tissue. Whether intentional or not, a strand of hair fell, dangling just above her food.
Shen Xiyan casually tucked the hair behind her pink, cute ear.
“Thanks.”
“Next time, it’s easier to tie a ponytail.”
“A ponytail makes my face look bigger.”
“Suit yourself.”
Although girls deliberately left those long side locks to look charming and alluring, they were troublesome when lowered—whether eating or taking notes, they had to keep pushing the hair behind their ears.
Shen Xiyan thought few men could tolerate their beloved girls’ hair twirling—more tempting than undressing.
Afterward, the two fell silent.
Lin Ci’s leg hurt from injury; sitting upright put pressure on it, so naturally, she stretched it toward his side.
Because she wore a skirt and shorts, their calves were bare.
Their legs crossed, inevitably brushing together, then instinctively shy away.
But avoiding was more effortful than simply letting their legs touch.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
At first, they pulled apart as if shocked by electricity, then lightly touched before pulling away.
Eventually, both grew lazy and let their calves brush against each other.
She liked the physical contact—it made her brain release a certain pleasurable pheromone.
Lin Ci glanced around nervously, as if doused with red dye, her fair cheeks visibly flushing.
Then she saw Qin Sheng’s big beautiful eyes glaring sideways, and Qin Sheng lifted the injured foot, placing it on Shen Xiyan’s thigh.
Shen Xiyan paused mid-bite, eyes lowering to the delicate toes.
“Hoof!”
“Xiyan… it hurts hanging like this.”
Qin Sheng added the other leg onto his thigh as well.
Since they sat diagonally across, with food forgotten, she tilted her body sideways.
Shen Xiyan’s eye twitched. “Both legs injured?”
“Sorry, sorry. Just one.”
This was simple negotiation tactic—inflate the price dramatically, then crash down to create the illusion of a huge gain, making it easier to accept.
Shen Xiyan’s gaze traveled from her foot back up her flawless legs—like a path paved with white snow ending at Qin Sheng’s upper thigh.
Her legs were perfect.
But Qin Sheng didn’t know when to stop.
Seeing him silent, she got bolder.
She scooted forward a bit, hooking her toe around his navel, though others were nearby, or she might have started playing tag under his pants.
Shen Xiyan took a deep breath. “Qin Sheng… don’t go too far! For your aunt’s sake, I won’t say harsh words. I’m counting down three—put your legs back yourself!”
“But you clearly like it; otherwise, why don’t you stand up?”
For a moment, Qin Sheng wanted to pin him down and kiss him—to see just how hard his mouth was, and if it matched what was below.
Lin Ci and Wenwen didn’t get it.
Shen Xiyan did.
So Qin Sheng seized the moment, teasing him with the other foot.
But Shen Xiyan slapped her foot hard.
“Ah!!”
Qin Sheng froze, heartbeat racing, ears flushing.
“Don’t understand human words?”
He held her foot—small and delicate, soft to the touch, though used for walking—carrying her scent.
He instinctively ran a finger across her tender sole.
Qin Sheng’s toes curled instantly, her face flushing redder than ever.
Shen Xiyan snapped out of it and flung her foot away like it was cursed, causing her to grimace in pain.
“What was that for!”
“Eat quietly. It’s already polite of me not to smash that foot of yours…”
Qin Sheng looked “wronged,” thinking about how to tease him next.
Beside them, Wenwen rubbed her round little belly, complaining, “Bro, do you have enough food? I really can’t eat anymore…”
“Thanks for taking all your brother’s meat and still worrying if he has enough dishes.”
“Well, I did give you some back. Decades ago, who bought lean meat? Everyone scrambled for Fatty Meat. I clearly saved you the best parts—you should be grateful…”
Shen Xiyan glanced at her plate and smiled. “Scram!”
Wenwen squinted, grinning slyly like a little fox. “Then do you want to try mine? Yuxingcao is really tasty…”
“If it were tasty, it wouldn’t be called Yuxingcao.”
When Li Shizhen first discovered this herb, it was so awful-tasting he named it “Fishy Herb.”
Later medical texts added other derogatory names—Pig Nose Root, Dog Fly Grass, Stinky Vegetable, Stinky Pig Nest.
The ancients clearly disliked Zheer Gen.
Its strongest trait is the stench—the fishy smell of dead fish.
The stink fills your mouth and nose, stings your eyes, delivering a triple sensory assault on taste, smell, and sight.
The more Shen Xiyan resisted, the more Wenwen egged him on.
“Aww, you always refuse to eat it because of the smell. Try it! The school Dining Hall’s version tastes pretty good—it really goes well with rice. You’ll get used to it, or else I wouldn’t let you cook for me at home.”
“Just try it, I’m not trying to poison you.”
Wenwen forcibly took a bite and fed it to Shen Xiyan.
The instant he bit down, his mind blanked for at least a second.
Instinctively chewing twice, then the magical, horrific aroma of Zheer Gen swirled in his mouth and nose.
He swallowed hard, suppressing the urge to vomit.
He thought that was the worst of it, but his stomach reacted even more violently, a stormy turmoil like a tidal wave, forcing Shen Xiyan to stop analyzing the flavor and quickly grab Wenwen’s drink to wash down the taste.
“Bro, how is it?”
Feeling a bit guilty for tricking Shen Xiyan, she smiled mischievously, like a little fox.
“Scram!”
“Don’t scold Wenwen. She’s just trying to help you. There’s plenty more fishy stuff to come,” Qin Sheng wrinkled her nose and stepped up to defend her.
Lin Ci and Wenwen probably still didn’t understand, but Shen Xiyan saw that “looking to get pregnant” expression in her eyes and got it perfectly!
Others might have misunderstood, but Qin Sheng definitely meant it.
Utterly confused.
Afterward, Qin Sheng even purposely got up and walked over to Shen Xiyan, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “But mine’s sweet—sweet as honey. If you get the chance, I’ll let you try it, to fill you up…”
Shen Xiyan: “???”
“Ha ha ha ha!” Qin Sheng laughed heartily.
Lin Ci and Wenwen looked even more bewildered.
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