Shi Yang reached out and held Zhao ii’s hand, his voice hoarse with a warning: "Stop moving around!"
Zhao ii was not willing to listen, playfully teasing him, she wrapped her arms around Shi Yang’s neck, her body pressing down, locking her legs around Shi Yang’s thigh, pinning him down, freeing a hand to tickle Shi Yang’s side.
Shi Yang dodged, Zhao ii clung on, the two intertwined, twisting into a heap.
Zhao ii’s pajama pants were wrapped underneath Shi Yang’s leg, the waistband hanging loosely on her hips, revealing half of her rounded, plush cheeks encased in white cotton panties.
When Shi Yang was supporting her, his large hand unintentionally slid down, directly pressing on top, half of his fingers pressed against the smooth, tender skin, bouncing back, it felt incredible to touch.
Shi Yang’s chest heaved violently, his Adam’s apple moving, flas flickered in his eyes, he humd softly: "Seriously, stop it!"
Zhao ii was just focused on ssing with him, she hadn’t heard clearly at all, trying to free her hand from his grip, she hazily asked: "Huh?"
Shi Yang said nothing this ti, tightening his grip on Zhao ii’s rounded little bum.
This was Zhao ii’s first real contact with Shi Yang’s manliness, and she was completely stunned, the hardness pushing against her abdon made her dizzy, this tactic was more effective than any other, in her panic Zhao ii crawled off Shi Yang quickly and glanced down.
Upon seeing the shape protruding from Shi Yang’s pajama pants, her face imdiately felt awkward; she scrambled off to the side, flushed red, breathless, unable to speak.
Shi Yang lay there motionless, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Zhao ii’s heart was racing uncontrollably; she did it intentionally, to ss with Shi Yang, to stir things up. Ever since that last kiss with Shi Yang, a relentless itch had been in her heart, yearning to get closer to him, wanting him to kiss and hold her again, just like those scenes she read in little books, offering herself wholeheartedly.
Her mind burned with the fire she started, but now it truly ignited, making her flustered and clueless as to what to do next.
Shi Yang spread his long legs, reached down, adjusting his crotch to calm the overly excited Little Yang, slowly settling down.
Unfortunately, it had little effect, Shi Yang forced himself to gather the last shred of sanity, climbing off the bed, taking a deep breath, his voice hoarse: "Don’t study too late, get so sleep.".
Finishing his words, he practically fled from Zhao ii’s bedroom.
Zhao ii lay on the bed, her face red, motionless, watching Shi Yang’s figure disappear from the door. Watching him go made her chuckle, deeply delighted, she buried her face in the blanket, rubbing it hard for a while before getting up to return to her study desk.
That night, Zhao ii held her exercise books, but didn’t read a single word, the recent intimacy clouding her thoughts, keeping her up half the night.
The next morning, she entered the classroom with noticeable dark circles under her eyes, waved to Xu Xu for howork, scribbling furiously, as she was thoroughly imrsed in copying, a package of sandwich cookies landed on her desk.
Zhao ii looked up, first noticing the waistband then gazing upwards to see the face, she waved her hand nonchalantly and continued writing.
Zhang Zhao glanced at the half-completed howork and asked, "The class president didn’t do howork? That’s unlike you. Doing sothing bad last night, huh?"
Zhang Zhao didn’t leave after speaking, standing by the desk, waiting for Zhao ii to respond.
After the incident where Zhao ii and Zhang Zhao rescued Wang Jiayue, they sohow beca nodding acquaintances; they didn’t usually hang out together, but whenever buying snacks or drinks, they never forgot to save so for each other, seeking help when needed, not bothering when not.
Every ti Zhang Zhao teased Zhao ii, she would unhesitatingly retort, neither taking offense, their quarrels and banter actually strengthened their friendship, and whether calling each other buddies or close pals, Zhao ii once ntioned this to Shi Yang at ho, and Shi Yang concluded it might be mutual appreciation.
With one sentence, he defined their relationship as pure friendship, rather than any romantic attraction between genders.
Zhao ii always followed Shi Yang’s guidance, she felt that was how it should be, so she beca even more straightforward with Zhang Zhao.
Zhang Zhao stood by Zhao ii’s desk for a couple of seconds, seeing she hadn’t responded, surprised, he was about to further provoke for a scolding but Robber Hao happened to visit the class during morning self-study.
Zhang Zhao noticed from the corner of his eye, and quickly returned to his seat with his long legs.
Zhao ii, feeling dizzy and overwheld, finally finished her howork, let out a long sigh, and the thrill buried in her heart resurfaced imdiately.
She couldn’t help but recall again and again the feeling of being intimately wrapped with Shi Yang last night, her heart pounding wildly, and the mont Shi Yang tightly clasped her, letting her experience the strong collision.
Zhao ii buried her head in the book, her ears flushed red, she bit her lip, unable to stop herself from grinning foolishly.
While the English teacher turned to copy notes on the blackboard, a paper ball was thrown from the back row, accurately hitting Zhao ii’s head.
Zhao ii flinched, turning abruptly, eting Zhang Zhao’s gaze.
She quickly checked the podium to confirm the teacher hadn’t noticed, hurriedly bent down to pick up the paper ball.
Before she could unfold it, Zhang Zhao called from his seat: "Teacher, I need to go to the bathroom."
The English teacher glanced at him and nodded: "Go ahead."
Zhang Zhao stood up and walked out of the classroom.
Zhao ii opened the paper ball, inside were two words: Follow along.
Zhao ii was speechless, she tossed the paper ball into the desk, and raised her hand: "Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom too."
The English teacher saw it was her, nodded: "Go ahead." then hurriedly said to prevent others from joining, "Anyone else needs to wait for their return, class is about to end anyway."
When Zhao ii chased out of the classroom, she saw Zhang Zhao waiting at the stairwell corner, so she sprinted over.
Zhang Zhao led her directly to the big wall on the side of the school, where there was an iron gate, and with skilled movents, Zhang Zhao climbed onto the fence, using the iron spikes above to leap over effortlessly, not even scratching his uniform.
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