The air conditioner hummed softly, stirring the curtains.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps, filling the empty room with light. Amidst the swaying shadows, on the floor, a boy and a girl were sound asleep.
Perhaps the air conditioning was a bit cold, because the girl in his arms stirred, instinctively seeking warmth, pressing herself closer to him.
The boy, however, wasn’t so well-behaved. His hands instinctively slipped beneath the hem of her T-shirt, tightly grasping her slender waist, occasionally giving a playful pinch.
His pants were tight… otherwise, he would definitely have reached further to pinch her butt.
Boys who’ve never had a girlfriend will never understand how thrilling it is to grab a girl’s perky hips sharply.
It’s a completely different sensation from pinching yourself.
Pinching yourself feels like grabbing a lump of rotten meat with rough skin, but a girl’s flesh is smooth and soft.
When you squeeze, the plump flesh spills out between your fingers, leaving red marks behind.
If it’s summer… in an air-conditioned room… that feeling is even better.
The fat layer on the hips is relatively thick, so body heat rarely reaches the skin there.
Just touching it feels cool and soft.
In her sleep, Lin Ci shivered once, then slowly woke.
She was dazed for a moment, then blushed shyly.
When he held her tightly like this, Lin Ci felt inexplicably wrapped up, owned, and connected to him. It was a strange kind of comfort that spread through her whole body, her brain releasing waves of pleasure.
She wanted to have his child.
At the same time, she began to reflect: how did she end up falling asleep in this position with Shen Xiyan?
Now she clearly felt the large hand on her waist, its warmth seeping directly into her skin, as if injecting a hot current into her body, burning her up.
Oh, so it was me who forced him to sleep like this.
The reserved girl finished reflecting, showing no remorse, just shyly wriggling in his arms.
Legend of the Jianghu says—when couples in love sleep together, most often the boy holds the girl’s shoulders, and the girl rests her head on his arm, snuggling close.
It’s not about habit; suppressed emotions always want to be closer and closer!
There’s a special case where the girl falls asleep on top of the boy, just like she is now.
But this sleeping position is exhausting for both people, so it requires a necessary condition.
That is: they are so tired that they don’t even have the strength to change positions, so they just “let it be.”
Hmph~~
Just imagining that scene made Lin Ci feel like she was about to get pregnant.
She gently raised her head, staring at Shen Xiyan’s sleeping face.
On such an afternoon, waking up to see him brought a continuous sense of satisfaction and happiness to Lin Ci’s heart.
She couldn’t say exactly when she started liking him—it seemed to be these past two or three days, or maybe a long, long time ago, because they’d been together for ten years.
The feeling of liking had become so natural she didn’t know where it began.
They say early love is Pandora’s Box, but on the day it’s opened…everyone else is as sweet as flowers, while she was like a barrel of aged wine, growing more fragrant with time.
People have to experience certain things to truly understand what they want.
And now, she knew clearly—she liked Shen Xiyan, and was afraid Qin Sheng would take him away, afraid she’d lose his gaze, his concern, everything about him.
Usually, she dared not be too bold.
But now, Lin Ci felt free from the restraint of “reserve,” boldly looking at him, liking him more and more with every glance.
She could even see every pore on his lips. He must have shaved this morning; there was a faint blue tint to his stubble.
Just thinking it was with the razor she gave him made her heart melt.
Most importantly, he smelled so good. When they were close, a gentle warm breath blew over to her.
From a scientific perspective, that was just nutrient-free carbon dioxide, but to her, it was especially sweet and fragrant.
At that moment, Shen Xiyan stirred slightly, his face showing a “discomfort” expression. Lin Ci thought she’d accidentally pressed on his chest, so her body slid down a little.
Then… she touched that hard thing again.
With a swift motion, Lin Ci’s cheeks flushed red, and she squirmed awkwardly.
Do boys really get like this when they sleep?
It made her a little shy.
Eh? Why just a little shy?!
Shouldn’t she be screaming and jumping up, yelling that Shen Xiyan was a pervert?
Oh… so I’m the pervert.
Otherwise, how to explain that touching it made her heart flutter and tense, her chest warm, her lower abdomen hot, and… there too… hot, but she liked it?
Lin Ci’s face burned and her heart pounded as her big eyes stole secret glances.
Thinking this, seeing him sleeping so soundly, Lin Ci grew even bolder.
Her little bottom gave soft, barely-there bumps, knocking against it again and again.
No! No! Lin Ci, you’re going bad!
Though she couldn’t see her reflection, she knew she must be as red as a cherry tomato.
Ugh, so embarrassing!
Lu Xun was right—girls are the truly lecherous ones.
At first, they say “I don’t want to,” then later it becomes “I want it more.”
Only boys are sincere, starting with “please,” then turning into “please, stop.”
The former means “give it to me,” the latter “let me be.”
“Xiyan~~”
Lin Ci softly called his name, placing her hand over his beating heart, playfully making circles while speaking gently: “We’ve known each other for ten years…
Your eyes have a special sparkle, just looking at them fills me with indescribable joy.
My chest isn’t big enough to hold the whole or even part of the universe, my heart’s river is shallow and often worried, but I keep thinking of you, only you.
I don’t really understand love, but I want to be close to you—that must be love… I like you so much, especially, more than before, more than you think, more than all other likes combined. You are first and far ahead…
But without permission, I like you anyway, sorry.”
“If there’s a chance, I want to drink milk tea with you, watch movies together, feel the evening breeze, walk home together, say silly cute things and count stars, until even the moon comes to listen… I mean… with you.”
In the dim room, Lin Ci whispered as if talking to herself.
Holding Shen Xiyan was already very happy and satisfying, but she felt a strange ache, so intense she thought she might die… something inside her seemed about to burst.
The girl bit her lip lightly, not knowing what decision she’d made in her heart: “I want to be even closer to you, okay?”
“If you don’t say anything, that means yes.”
She whimpered softly, holding him tighter.
Her expression unchanged, but her face reddened little by little.
Carefully shifting her body, she gently sucked on his lips.