In preparation for the upcoming city-wide exam, not only were the students particularly focused, but Robber Hao, the horoom teacher, was even more anxious. Through Zhao ii’s thick stack of papers, one could deeply feel Robber Hao’s desperation to clone his brain into N copies and stuff them into the students’ heads.
Zhao ii thodically listed the known conditions on paper, then applied formulas bit by bit, calculated step by step through the tedious process to arrive at a simple final number.
After finally completing the required amount of howork, Zhao ii stretched wearily, listening to the dull click of her shoulder joint.
"Brother?" Zhao ii called out, but after about two seconds without the expected response, she turned her head to find that Shi Yang, who was originally leaning against the edge of the bed, had unknowingly fallen asleep lying down.
Zhao ii stood up from the chair and quietly walked over. She stood beside the bed, looking down at the peacefully sleeping Shi Yang.
Shi Yang’s expression with his eyes closed looked serene and beautiful.
Zhao ii gazed at his thick eyebrows, eyelids closed in an arc, high nose bridge, and lightly pursed lips, and an intense happiness welled from deep within her heart.
Zhao ii lowered her head and gently kissed Shi Yang’s lips.
His lips were soft, and the touch was exquisite.
Zhao ii returned to her study desk, muted her phone, and captured a picture of the scene that made her heart flutter.
She packed her bag, turned off the lights, and carefully climbed onto the bed. Like when she was little, she curled up and nestled into Shi Yang’s arms, slling the pleasant scent of his shower gel, and slowly closed her eyes.
Shi Yang never allowed Zhao ii to sleep with the air conditioning on, believing it was bad for health. So, at the end of May, Zhao ii was awoken by the heat in the morning. On the relatively spacious bed, a warm aura rose from the tightly embraced bodies of the two.
When they fell asleep last night, Zhao ii was hugging Shi Yang, but by morning, she had beco a human pillow to be comfortably hugged in his arms, his arm wrapped around her waist, embracing her back, with long legs tangled together.
The position was comfortable, whether for the hugger or the hugged, making Little Yang, who felt awkward as if she were a witch on a broomstick, have her blood rush from head to toe, surging to a not-so-comfortable place.
Zhao ii instinctively made a small move, trying to pull herself off the pole, but with just a slight movent, a current jolted from below to her brain. Young and restless, Zhao ii couldn’t help but let out a light ’mm’.
In his sleep, Shi Yang groggily humd along, the nasal sound unusually sticky, making Zhao ii’s ears feel tingly.
Before Zhao ii could quickly back away and break this embarrassingly nosebleed-inducing position, Shi Yang, eyes closed, instinctively clamped her butt and pressed her toward himself, swiftly rubbing them together, causing both to gasp.
Shi Yang slowly opened his eyes, still not fully awake, his dark pupils seemingly shrouded in a faint mist, indistinct and unfocused like a fog-covered mountain.
Their burning bodies pressed together, like a giant stear, mixed their body temperatures with the current, transmitting to each other, torturing nerves, stimulating the brain.
Shi Yang’s breathing was rapid, not waiting for his consciousness to fully wake, he directly flipped over to pin Zhao ii beneath him, suppressing the restless impulse under him.
Shi Yang pulled down his shorts, reaching to grip Zhao ii’s, pulling down forcefully. When Little Yang first intimately touched Zhao ii, the hardness made Zhao ii break out in goosebumps, she called out in a foggy voice, "Brother."
Shi Yang’s whole body stiffened instantly, he struggled to glare with reddened eyes, staring at Zhao ii as his gaze slowly moved down to the place about to make contact, his temple throbbed vigorously, then he let out a low growl of near pain, the hoarse voice coming from deep in his throat, carrying a lingering, frenzied undertone of constrained patience.
Shi Yang lowered his head, kissing Zhao ii’s mouth with intensity, his long tongue swept through everything, pulling Zhao ii’s hand to directly press on Little Yang, helping him forcefully rub away years of longing. This longing, due to the blood-pumping embrace before him, grew increasingly stronger day by day...
During English class, the teacher recited the grammar usage conditions like a chant, while the listening tape played like a lullaby to train everyone’s sensitivity to English pronunciation.
Amidst a crowd of drowsy classmates, Zhao ii also half-squinted her eyes, but the corners of her eyes and brows couldn’t help but twitch with joy. The girl, who suddenly experienced the joy of union, couldn’t hold back her excitent at all, afraid that others might not perceive how sweet her love was. Radiant Zhao ii was blossoming, each grin and frown exuding a subtle allure, bridging the gap between a girl and a woman.
During the break, Zhang Zhao was faster than Xu Xu, pulling Zhao ii out of the classroom. The two sat on the rest chairs provided by the supermarket, and Zhang Zhao tilted his head to look at Zhao ii: "Hey! Are you okay from last night?"
Zhao ii replied cheekily: "What could happen to ?"
Zhang Zhao asked again: "I thought your brother should have dealt with you last night, didn’t he lose his temper?"
Zhao ii couldn’t hide her contentnt, pursed her lips and giggled: "How could my brother bear to lose his temper at ? He said that after our finals, he’d take to the provincial city on a business trip."
Zhang Zhao gave her a sidelong glance: "No wonder you’ve been grinning since morning."
Zhao ii didn’t mind Zhang Zhao’s teasing, giggling to herself, then dragged Zhang’s big wallet to sweep through the shelves, happily returning to the classroom with a large bundle.
At noon, Zhao ii ate with Xu Xu and Wang Jiayue, Xu Xu brought rice and salted duck eggs, he dug the yolk out and placed it in Zhao ii’s lunchbox: "Eat the oily yolk."
Zhao ii wasn’t polite, took a bite and praised: "It’s really good, did your mom marinate it?"
Xu Xu smiled, pursed his lips: "Yes, knowing you like it, she specially brought two."
Zhao ii ate the yolk with her rice in a few bites, Xu Xu handed her a water bottle: "Have so water to ease your throat, or you might choke."
Throughout, Wang Jiayue kept her gaze lowered, her eyes darted through the gaps in her lashes toward Zhao ii, with unmistakable envy and jealousy.
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