The sound of water splashing echoed from the bathroom. Zhao Meimei, dressed in her home attire, lay prone on the study table, her ears perked up, listening to the noise. She couldn’t resist it any longer, threw down her pen, tiptoed over, and called through the door, "Brother!"
Shi Yang’s voice came slowly from inside, mixed with the sound of water, and indistinctly, "What’s up?"
Earlier, Zhao Meimei was quite stirred up, planning to deal with Shi Yang once she got home. However, as soon as she entered the house, Qu Chaozong’s phone call dragged Shi Yang’s attention back to something else. He spent quite some time on the phone, and after hanging up, he immediately went to take a shower, leaving Zhao Meimei alone there, restless and itching.
Zhao Meimei scratched at the door, "Brother, are you not done yet?"
Shi Yang didn’t respond. The sound of running water inside was tantalizing, drilling into Zhao Meimei’s ears.
Zhao Meimei pondered if she should open the door and peek inside. Would she get kicked out? Just as that thought sprouted, she couldn’t help but recall the last time she saw a handsome man stepping out of the bath.
Thinking of that scene, Zhao Meimei became restless. She knocked on the bathroom door, asking, "Brother, why aren’t you done yet? You know, you took a shower, should I take one too?"
"Brother? Did you hear me?"
"If you don’t answer, I’ll take it as consent, okay?"
"I’m, I’m going in? I’m really going in!!"
Zhao Meimei stood by the bathroom door, jabbering away happily, when suddenly, a click followed by the sound of a door handle twisting came from inside. The tightly closed door was suddenly pulled open from within, revealing a strong and wet arm, enveloped in steam, which grabbed Zhao Meimei’s arm and yanked her in all at once.
Zhao Meimei’s vision blurred. Before her delighted smile could spread, she was pressed under the shower by Shi Yang, pinned against the wall, and kissed fervently.
In her stumbling, Zhao Meimei’s arm accidentally hit the shower switch, and warm water poured over her, drenching her completely.
Her coral fleece home wear soaked up water fast, sagging, and the originally round neckline sank directly into a boat neckline. Without Shi Yang needing to pull, it slipped off, revealing half of a tan shoulder, sticking wetly to Zhao Meimei’s body.
Shi Yang lowered his head, kissing the exposed shoulder, his large hand sliding the soaked clothes up to her chest.
Zhao Meimei tilted her neck back as water droplets drummed on her face, she couldn’t open her eyes, nor could she clearly hear her own breathing, her body’s sensations magnified infinitely.
Shi Yang’s kisses descended further. Unable to hold back, Zhao Meimei let out a soft moan, almost drowned out by the sound of water, but Shi Yang caught it acutely. That heart-stirring sound, barely audible yet full of endless satisfaction and leisure, instantly aroused Shi Yang to a new height.
That day, Zhao Meimei was finally carried back to the bedroom by Shi Yang from the bathroom. As she lay on the bed, she was as soft as a noodle.
Shi Yang lowered his head, pecked her lightly, couldn’t help but chuckle, and asked, "Are you still going to do homework later?"
Zhao Meimei lazily squinted her eyes, "No, I want to sleep. Brother, come over and cuddle me to sleep."
Shi Yang really did turn off the light and climbed into bed, hugging Zhao Meimei to sleep.
As they truly lay in bed together, snuggling, they found it somewhat hard to fall asleep for a while.
In the darkness, Zhao Meimei looked at Shi Yang’s blurred silhouette: "Brother, you said last time you’d take me with you for this order placement, is it still valid?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveIꜰire.net
Shi Yang’s hand, which was resting on her waist, lightly squeezed, "It’s valid, the head office hasn’t officially announced the time. I’ll let you know then."
Zhao Meimei squirmed back as she was tickled by the squeeze, only to find the untouched part of the bed felt a bit cold, so she promptly snuggled back into Shi Yang’s embrace, "Brother, have you ever watched small yellow films?"
Shi Yang glanced at Zhao Meimei. In the pitch-dark room, he could only see her eyes twinkling brightly.
Shi Yang grinned mischievously, "Why? Are you interested?"
Zhao Meimei hesitated, "Not particularly, just a bit curious."
Shi Yang reached out and patted her bottom, "Curious about what? You ask me, I’ll tell you."
Zhao Meimei giggled with her mouth closed, "Nothing really, just never seen them before."
Shi Yang leaned down and nibbled her nose, "Say again you haven’t seen them? Haven’t seen me, or haven’t seen how I get intimate with you? If you’re really curious, should I rehearse once again for you? This time let’s do it in front of the mirror, let you have a good look?"
Zhao Meimei heard these words and immediately chickened out, slipping back into Shi Yang’s embrace, reaching out to hold him, rubbing her chin lightly on his chest, staying silent, just rubbing.
Rubbing brought joy to Shi Yang. This way of Zhao Meimei acting coy wasn’t particularly ingenious but somehow managed to sweetly tickle his heart.
Shi Yang gently extricated Zhao Meimei from his embrace, gazing at her bright eyes through the night, becoming more and more fond of her, fond enough to want to swallow her whole.
Shi Yang bent down, kissed her, and asked with a grin, "You really don’t want to try?"
In truth, Zhao Meimei was already exhausted to the bone, she reached over to Shi Yang’s chin and kissed, "Brother, you’re all powerful and manly. How can I compare? If we try again, I probably won’t see the sunrise tomorrow morning."
Shi Yang, his entire body thrilled by her flattering, smiled so wide his eyebrows bent: "Will you still think about watching movies in the future then?"
Zhao Meimei immediately changed her tune, "What movies, watching you is enough. No one in this world looks better than you."
Shi Yang’s heart was thoroughly warmed, and he hugged Zhao Meimei gently, praising her, "That’s more like it, sleep now, we have to get up early tomorrow."
Obediently, Zhao Meimei closed her eyes. Barely a minute later, she opened them again, asking, "Brother, are you asleep?"
This time, Shi Yang didn’t answer, simply lowered his head and captured her mouth, mumbling indistinctively while kissing, "Seems you’re not tired enough, since you’re not sleepy, keep me company for a bit more."
Thus, this play lasted for more than two hours before Zhao Meimei, drowsily drifting into sleep, feeling as if she had a blush-inducing, heartbeat-accelerating dream. Recalling the dream made one feel bashful yet filled with infinite delight.
The day of the final exam saw heavy snow falling. As Zhao Meimei emerged from the examination hall and gazed at the snow-covered world, she immediately yearned to dash back home, nestle in the warm house, stick to Shi Yang’s side, eat, watch TV, chat, or do nothing at all, just clinging to each other. Merely imagining it was enough to bring a smile to her face.
Zhao Meimei had just reached the playground when Zhang Zhao, with his long legs, caught up to her.
In the snowy weather, Zhang Zhao favored style over warmth, wearing only a leather jacket over his school uniform, cold stiffening his face and neck into a solid line.