Shi Nian’s face was not just red; it had completely exploded.
It turned out that when she was changing clothes earlier, he still saw!
The space inside the car suddenly became cramped, and Shi Nian felt surrounded by him on all sides, with no escape. She couldn’t help but wave her hands, trying hard to explain: "It’s not what you think. It’s just a mistake, this morning I happened to have no clean underwear on hand, you know..." The source of thɪs content is ɴovelfire.net
After explaining for a long time, she still faced his eyes filled with amusement.
Shi Nian then let her hands drop dejectedly, turned her head, and blushingly said: "Thank you. I really like it."
Why explain, it can only be blamed on that inexplicable mood this morning; out of all the underwear in the drawer, she happened to choose this one. She deserved to be embarrassed right now.
Since it’s done, acknowledge it.
He then laughed, gazing at a strand of hair that rebelliously slipped out from her bun beside her neck. Soft, fine, naturally curled, indescribably lazy and sweet.
He gripped his fingertips, resisting the urge to use his fingers to tease it open, smiling as he asked: "Does the size fit?"
"Mm." Her face flushed crimson again.
Not only does it fit, it’s "damn too fitting"!
—She didn’t dare to think more deeply about the reason,
Seeing her expression, he couldn’t help but laugh with pleasure again.
"Mr. Tang, I’m begging you to stop laughing!" Shi Nian was so embarrassed she went crazy.
Her gaze inadvertently slipped towards his hand... and he understood.
Yet he shook his head and laughed even more happily: "I’m not laughing because I know your exact size, but because I remembered a Chinese model who attended a Victoria’s Secret show—she’s called Xi Mengyao I think—said that Eastern models only audition their faces, not their busts. If the size isn’t enough, you need a little padding..."
He pointed his slender fingers in the air towards Shi Nian’s place: "But you don’t need..."
"Pfft!" Shi Nian choked directly, leaning on the car window, unable to get up for a long time.
The two of them were unknowingly flattering each other, yet it made her blush so much.
Tang Yanqing joyfully raised his long brows, seeing that she couldn’t get up, softly said: "Okay, I won’t tease you anymore. I’ll get off the car first, you take your time and come follow."
"Oh." Shi Nian agreed with her face covered.
The car door sounded lightly as he got off the car.
Shi Nian covered her face with both hands but still couldn’t help but peek through a small gap between her fingers, through which she saw him walking with long legs to a large tree over ten meters away. The tree’s crown resembled an umbrella, densely green as if dripping; the grass beneath the green tree was flat as a carpet, blooming with white and gold small flowers.
In the distance, Kangchuan University’s ancient building stood in pure white, like a castle in a fairy tale, hiding the story of Cinderella and the Prince.
In such a beautiful backdrop that made one want to cry, Tang Yanqing stood tall, lazily leaning against the tree trunk, slowly lighting a cigarette.
Tobacco, as a negative prop in today’s society, shouldn’t enter the scene at this time. But strangely, just because the scene’s protagonist was him, even the slight bowing of his head and the way he held the flame with both hands were so handsome that it made one hold their breath.
Shi Nian patted her face. Asked herself: Are you crazy?
Daring not to indulge in wild thoughts again, she hurriedly got off the car to follow.
He looked up at her as she walked over, raised the corner of his lips while puffing smoke, squinted his eyes.
Shi Nian was so nervous her heart pounded wildly, each step felt as if she’d stumble.
Avoiding his gaze, yet trying to make it not so deliberate. The distance of over ten meters was painstaking for her to cover, finally reaching him and standing still, knowing her face was still red.
"Mr. Tang, shall we go to the classroom, library, or dormitory?"
He chuckled: "Are you still calling me Mr. Tang here? Do you want my casual visit today to be all for nothing?"
Shi Nian’s face burned again: "Sorry. How about I call you Mr. Tang?"
He showed his teeth: "Yanqing."
Unknowingly, her heart fluttered, quickly lowered her head.
He hummed, reached out his hand again.
Shi Nian stepped back in surprise, looking at him: "Mr. T... No, Yan—qing, what are you going to do again?"
Tang Yanqing burst into laughter: "What do you think I’ll do?"
No longer allowed her to dodge, he reached out in front of her, deftly pulled out her hairband, her long hair twisted into a bun cascaded down like a waterfall. Unbound soft hair naturally expanded in the air, curled into a natural arc, freely draped over her shoulders. The hair was gilded with a pale golden light by the sun, as if providing her with natural backlight.