Xia Yanchun refused to listen, glaring at him with dead-fish eyes. "What do you mean 'compensate'? It was my screenshot to begin with."
"If it's in my phone, it's mine," Shen Nian argued logically.
You were the one who showed me your foot.
I informed you about the screenshot, and you didn't refuse at the time.
So what's the deal with deleting it now?
Version 6.6.6 is way ahead, huh? You can agree and then just take it back?
And you still say you're not a 'little fairy'.
"I really need to challenge you to a duel, I swear."
Shen Nian was playing the international server version, so there was no other choice. Time for a magic spell showdown.
Xia Yanchun didn't want to play his game. "Here, have it back."
"You already deleted it. What good is having it back now?"
"Then why would you keep it?"
"...Uh."
Shen Nian was stumped. He rubbed his chin and suddenly changed his expression.
"To look at it, obviously... What bad intentions could I have? I'm not some creep."
"Then just delete it."
"Good delete, very good delete."
"..."
Xia Yanchun looked even more disdainful now.
Her face flushed, she handed the phone back to Shen Nian, then shrank back a little, scooching over to make a tiny gap before leaning sideways against Shen Nian.
Whether it was before or after Shen Nian decided to 'eat the grass near the nest,' she never avoided leaning on him. Even during their frequent squabbles, if they were riding in the same car and sitting together, she liked to lean on him and sleep.
Arguing and bickering is just how siblings are. Having a younger brother and not using him?
Might as well lean on him.
"Alright, enough arguing about this. Hurry up and find something to watch, or I'm going back."
"Bruh, I'll pick a horror movie and scare you to death."
"Pfft, you don't actually think I'd get so scared I'd cling to you, do you? Too cliché, Shen Nian."
Shen Nian gave her a side-eye, inexplicably poking her forehead.
"You idiot, I haven't even started the movie, and you're already leaning on me."
"..."
Xia Yanchun blinked, feeling a little awkward.
"So what?"
"Whatever, whatever, you're always right."
Shen Nian couldn't be bothered to argue. He was happy to let Chunbao lean on him anyway.
She already had a bit of softness to her, didn't exercise, and was currently in a completely lazy, relaxed state. He usually didn't notice it, but only when holding Xia Yanchun or when she was leaning on him would he marvel at how soft her body was.
His Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously as Shen Nian pulled up a well-reviewed Western splatter film on Douyin.
These kinds of movies focus on extreme violence and gore; the famous "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre" is of the same genre.
Shen Nian loved them.
Xia Yanchun didn't really watch horror movies much, though she liked to watch horror movie recaps on Douyin—the kind that must have a high-tension countdown timer. She'd seen a bit of splatter films too but had never finished a whole one.
She didn't care for the genre, watching only when she happened to scroll upon it. If she were to pick something herself, it would probably be more artistic or entertaining comedies.
"Is it good?" she muttered quietly.
"Dunno, I haven't seen it either. Wanna switch to something else?"
"Up to you, I don't really care if I watch it or not."
Shen Nian had already made a considerable effort to consider Xia Yanchun's feelings. Since she said that, he definitely wasn't going to switch.
Shen Nian also reclined halfway, placing the tablet horizontally on his lower abdomen. He had to cross his legs, as it would be awkward without a blanket covering him.
Both being adults, Xia Yanchun immediately understood the intention behind his little maneuver and kindly shared half her blanket with him.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she was a considerate big sister.
"You've taken all my blanket."
"Deal with it."
"..." Shen Nian was left speechless.
Well, no choice then. He could only quietly hook over Chunbao's little hand that was holding the blanket and give it a gentle squeeze.
The girl's hand was cool and smooth. Shen Nian couldn't get enough, warming it up for her while subtly shifting his body a bit closer to her side.
Xia Yanchun rested against Shen Nian's shoulder and chest, while Shen Nian gently pressed down on Xia Yanchun's hair.
"Chunbao."
"What?"
Shen Nian just felt his neck tickle. Haki Chun's hair was too mischievous; a few stray strands had gotten lost and wormed their way from his collar into his clothes, tickling him.
"Nothing. Have some fruit." Shen Nian reached over, plucked two green grapes, and held them to her lips.
She moved to take them with her hand, but Shen Nian brought his hand closer, his fingertips almost touching her lips.
"..."
He's too smooth. High attack, high defense failed.
Xia Yanchun parted her lips hesitantly, ate the little green grape from between his fingers, feeling a bit flustered inside.
Shen Nian was half-lying, while she had practically entrusted her entire weight to him. Saying they were lying on the same bed wasn't far from the truth.
Thinking this, she sat up just a tiny bit straighter.
Maybe when they were officially 'number one best in the world' good, then she could lie on Shen Nian properly. For now, they were only a tiny bit 'number one best in the world' good.
Her little movements made Shen Nian chuckle inwardly, throwing him off balance, especially around his neck, which felt oddly alluring.
And yet she remained lazy and completely unaware.
Shen Nian brushed her hair aside for her, taking the chance to pinch her soft cheek. He pinched for three or four seconds before Xia Yanchun impatiently patted his hand.
Holding hands and pinching cheeks at the same time? Can't you just stay still?
Xia Yanchun couldn't be bothered to scold him.
The movie began with the very conventional setup of a few college students camping—standard issue: two couples and one chubby friend.
Setting up tents in the wilderness by a riverbank, the female students immediately started taking off their clothes, putting on bikinis to play in the water—a very common fanservice scene.
"Is this a horror movie? I thought it was a porno," Xia Yanchun said, exasperated.
"Speaking your mind, huh," Shen Nian laughed.
"Starting with this, it's hard not to be suspicious."
Standard formula. On the first night of camping, the two couples get busy. The scale was quite large, with all the upper-body action shown.
Xia Yanchun grew more and more skeptical. She swiped the screen to confirm it wasn't some strange title before continuing to watch with Shen Nian.
Splatter films are never short on heavy stuff. Soon enough, so-called deformed people appeared, going on a rampage with blood and gore flying everywhere, leaving Xia Yanchun stunned.
So it really is a horror movie.
Just as she was getting into it, Shen Nian squirmed for some reason, his hand sneakily slipping under the blanket and landing gently on her lower abdomen.
Xia Yanchun snapped back to reality immediately, grabbing his somewhat restless big hand. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide, reflecting someone's silly face.
She thought that someone must have been a weasel in a past life.
She knew Shen Nian's intention, but if it was just placing a hand on her belly to hold her, she could indulge him to that extent.
It was really just ordinary holding, just a change in position. When she was driving, Shen Nian would also put his hand on her belly like this, and she hadn't held Shen Nian's belly any less often either.
She nuzzled against Shen Nian's arm as a reminder. "Behave now."
"Mhm, mhm."
The girl's belly was soft and supple too.
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