Xia Yanchun simply thought Shen Nian was being a perverted jerk. Things like toothpicks, of course, were thrown away immediately.
How could she possibly do something as outrageous as handing Shen Nian a used skewer for him to eat the meat stuck on it now?
Still want to eat the meat clinging to the bamboo skewer? No such luck.
Even if she were willing to give it, the current Shen Nian probably wouldn't be willing to eat it. Him saying he wanted to eat the skewer earlier was surely just empty talk...
The more she thought about it, the more she felt he was serious. Xia Yanchun simply stopped thinking, walking ahead with her hands clasped behind her back, in high spirits, her short ponytail bouncing with each step.
What roadside barbecue stalls never lack are uncles drinking. Some, already drunk, have faces flushed red like monkeys. They might boldly take off their shirts, only to shiver from the cold and put them back on in a fluster.
Xia Yanchun roughly categorized those who liked to sit at barbecue stalls drinking: one type was the skinny, dyed-hair guys with colorful locks; another type was uncles with either a slight beer belly or a prominent one. You might see one girl for every two tables, some with tattoos.
With this comparison, Xia Yanchun felt Shen Nian was somewhat rare and commendable. Indeed, without comparison, there's no sense of injury. Shen Nian had already developed abs!
He didn't smoke, drink, or get tattoos. Recently, he wasn't even obsessed with video games anymore, and had even started exercising self-disciplinedly. Aside from being a bit perverted, liking to sniff, nuzzle, stick close, and touch her, Xia Yanchun could hardly find any faults.
Their shadows stretched long on the ground. Shen Nian caught up to Xia Yanchun and nudged her playfully with his elbow until she stumbled a bit, unsteady on her feet. Only then did he comfortably pull his hand from his pocket, bringing a wave of warmth as he slipped it into Xia Yanchun's coat pocket.
Xia Yanchun visibly stiffened, her gaze instantly snapping to Shen Nian, only to see his grinning face.
How does he manage to look like nothing's happening while clearly doing something bad?
How is he so practiced at this!
This guy, if he ever buys a car, will definitely be the type of lecherous jerk who puts his hand on the thigh of the girl in the passenger seat.
See, see? Definitely perverted.
A girl's pocket is small, unable to accommodate Shen Nian's big hand. After just a couple of feels, Shen Nian tried to pull Xia Yanchun's small hand out of her pocket, but she wouldn't let him, stubbornly tucking it further in.
“What are you doing, trying to act like a thug?”
"Chunbao..."
"Calling me 'mom' won't help either."
"Even though I touched it yesterday, it's still not allowed today? You're really heartless." Unable to touch, Shen Nian pointed a finger, gearing up for a rap-style retort.
"Yesterday was yesterday, today is today..."
"Ah, right right right, yesterday was yesterday, today is today~"
Xia Yanchun raised a finger, chattering on: "People who parrot others are generally weak in kidney energy and suffer from premature ejaculation, start losing hair at twenty, begin 'nurturing the stomach' at twenty-two, can't hold in their 'stones' by twenty-five, and have grass a meter high on their grave by thirty."
"That scary? I'm begging you, Chunbao, I'm still a virgin. Before I start 'nurturing the stomach' at twenty-two, could you do me a small favor..."
Before he could finish, Shen Nian got a jab in the side. With three layers of clothing, no matter how hard Xia Yanchun tried, it didn't hurt at all.
Xia Yanchun's pretty face flushed red. She truly hadn't expected Shen Nian to say something like that. What kind of person is he, really? If you insist, I just give in? Starting to daydream in the middle of the night?!
"Does thinking about it so much benefit your deer? If it does, then keep on thinking."
"Shh shh shh, let's not talk about this anymore." Shen Nian panicked. Zero-frame startup, huh?
I'm joking with you, bro, and you hit me with true damage?
Not a topic I like, we just don't discuss it.
Xia Yanchun humphed and jogged a couple of steps ahead, ignoring him. Only when he didn't catch up for a long time did she reluctantly slow her pace a little.
Seeing Shen Nian silent, Xia Yanchun felt this attack must have been right, scoring a critical hit.
"What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome guy before?" For the first time, Shen Nian found Xia Yanchun's gaze so piercing. Damn, she knows I'm embarrassed and comes to kick me while I'm down, huh? This Haji Chun really needs to be controlled.
Grudge +1
"Handsome guy? Where?"
"..."
Defeated by Xia Yanchun's one trick used repeatedly, Shen Nian suffered a major loss today. What's the point of living like this? Might as well jump.
"Are you done yet? You always say I keep bringing up you exploding cow dung, but aren't you always bringing up..." He couldn't help but mutter.
"The two can't be lumped together. I really didn't eat any cow dung, but I saw everything about your thing." Xia Yanchun lowered her little head, her voice growing softer and softer.
I'm a self-disciplined young man in high school now. That's all in the past. I'll sue you for slander.
"Really won't secretly do bad things in your room anymore?"
"Quit, quit it."
"Really quit?"
"Really quit."
Xia Yanchun timidly glanced up, instantly looked away again, and pursed her lips.
Even though she wasn't a completely naive blank sheet of paper, openly discussing such matters, she still couldn't remain calm. Her mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts.
She felt somewhat resistant, but since it was Shen Nian, she couldn't suppress that bit of curiosity. Hesitating to speak, then speaking hesitantly, she could only start by softly calling Shen Nian's name.
"Shen Nian..."
"Say another word and I'll beat you to death."
"You before... um..."
"What is it?"
"That is... did, did you ever think of me? ... Before you quit..."
The moonlight was bright and clear, clouds like a layer of gauze covering the moon's surroundings, casting shadows even in the night.
Watching Shen Nian's face change from seeming nonchalance to utter astonishment. Asking such a question made Xia Yanchun's face feel hot. But when they walked under the streetlight, she clearly saw an unusual flush appear on Shen Nian's face.
So Shen Nian can blush too?
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