Brothers, today I got falsely accused by a little fairy, it's so utterly ridiculous, absolutely infuriating, anyway, male safety must be taken seriously.
Shen Nian lifted the calf-form Ha-ki Chun with one finger, "Explain clearly, what did I do this time?"
"Nothing, just felt like cursing you out of boredom." Xia Yanchun grumbled.
"You're something else."
Really met a divine being, truly the higher the score, the more divine they are.
Not far from the school was the commercial district. Shen Nian and Xia Yanchun both chose to walk.
The trees by the roadside were half withered, dead leaves everywhere, every step producing the sound of them crunching underfoot.
Her small hand, originally tucked in her pocket, had somehow been lured over to his side by Shen Nian. Since there were no familiar classmates outside school, Xia Yanchun didn't mind much.
After all, Shen Nian was even carrying her backpack for her.
Finding a small eatery, Xia Yanchun ordered a claypot rice with Chinese sausage.
"Isn't that stuff pretty greasy? Can you eat it?"
"How many times do I have to say it? I'm just on my period, not dead..."
"Good, that's a relief."
"You... what are you relieved about?!" Xia Yanchun furrowed her delicate brows, poking him repeatedly, always saying such weird things.
As if when she wasn't on her period, she would do something strange with Shen Nian! In fact, not counting when they were kids, she and Shen Nian were only at the stage of having kissed!
Shen Nian glanced at her, a question mark popping up in his mind, then grinned, "I was afraid I'd piss you off to death. What on earth are you thinking about?"
"!"
Xia Yanchun's face flushed red. Guiltily, she glanced around. Luckily, they weren't speaking loudly, and the environment was somewhat noisy, so no one was paying attention to them.
Being overheard would have been mortifying.
"Hmph."
"Hmph my ass."
"I'm gonna bite you to death later."
"111, for real?"
"Get lost!"
Xia Yanchun rolled her eyes.
Shen Nian had become completely full of himself. She needed to find an opportunity, use her unstable period mood as an excuse, and teach him a lesson.
During the meal, Xia Yanchun kept a cold face, burying herself in eating, resolutely ignoring Shen Nian.
No matter how Shen Nian teased her hair or pinched her cheeks, she wouldn't give him a pleasant look.
She had become an emotionless eating robot, not to be distracted by any of Shen Nian's actions.
Shen Nian watched her from beside her, squinting his eyes.
Then he picked up her entire Chinese sausage with his chopsticks.
"What are you doing!" Xia Yanchun's chopsticks immediately pinned down Shen Nian's advancing ones.
Shen Nian, you're so despicable!
"Thought you weren't eating it, bro."
"I never said I wasn't eating it, okay!" Xia Yanchun grumbled, guarding her sausage, then reached out to snatch the half-eaten sausage from Shen Nian's bowl. "This is your punishment for coveting my sausage. Remember this for next time."
"If you wanted some, you could've just said so."
Xia Yanchun just hummed and ignored him.
Shen Nian ate quickly. After finishing, he sat beside her waiting, checking his phone one moment, watching her take small bites the next.
Not sure if she cared about her image or just ate slowly naturally, Xia Yanchun always ate in tiny bites, chewing each mouthful many times.
Sweet-style beauties are truly terrifying. Luckily, Shen Nian had seen her pick her nose, otherwise he'd have been fooled.
"Kinda thirsty, I'll buy a drink." Shen Nian said, starting to get up.
"Hold on."
"You want one too?"
"Don't buy a drink, we just had some yesterday. I brought my water bottle."
"Oh."
Shen Nian rummaged through the backpack and pulled out a girly pink water bottle. The brown sugar ginger water inside looked diluted, pale in color, and still slightly warm to the touch.
He seemed to have seen Xia Yanchun adding hot water to it before they left.
Shen Nian didn't mind at all, drinking directly from the spout, managing to finish a large portion in one go.
The hot water-diluted brown sugar ginger water was only slightly sweet, passable for quenching thirst.
"How are you feeling after drinking it today? Any effect?" Shen Nian asked with a smile.
"Not bad. Where did you learn this from?"
Xia Yanchun was puzzled. Sipping the brown sugar ginger water throughout the day, she felt less cold, and her stomach was comfortable. She even shared some with the even less cold-resistant Li Shiyan, and the effect was more obvious—Li Shiyan's tiny hands actually warmed up.
The brown sugar ginger water she made herself never had this effect.
"Forgot, just found it randomly back then. Pretty useful, huh?"
"Mhm."
"Totally, spiked with Chun-yao." Shen Nian bared his teeth in a grin.
"Ew, so gross."
"I told you the claypot rice with sausage was greasy, yet you still ate it."
"I meant you!"
"What are you mumbling about? You drank my stuff, and instead of thanking me, you're cursing me."
Xia Yanchun couldn't help but give a light smile, "But you volunteered to make it for me."
"You're invincible, Xia Yanchun."
...
After lunch, it was already past 12:40.
Shen Nian was always nagging beside her, otherwise she wouldn't have eaten so slowly. It's all Shen Nian's fault.
Xia Yanchun was convinced she had beautifully achieved invisibility.
"Where's the water bottle? Let me have a sip."
Shen Nian unscrewed the cap for her, "Here."
Xia Yanchun took a small sip. The ginger and sweetness washed away the greasiness in her mouth, and the chill on her body seemed to vanish as well.
"Hehehe, I spit in it when I drank just now."
"You're so disgusting!" Xia Yanchun made a face of disgust, then took another sip.
"If it's disgusting, why are you still drinking?"
"...You didn't really spit, did you?"
"Nah, not really." Shen Nian wrapped his arm around Xia Yanchun's shoulders, "Does this count as an indirect kiss?"
Xia Yanchun lowered her gaze, staring at her shoe tips. After a good while, she gave a slight nod, her tied-up little ponytail bouncing.
"Then you actively drinking from a bottle I've put my mouth on means you're actively asking for a kiss?"
"What kind of logic is that? Then next time you use my water bottle, you have to wash it for me."
"Ahem, just joking."
"Not funny at all." Xia Yanchun capped the water bottle and poked Shen Nian's cheek with her index finger. Where there's room for leniency, press the advantage.
"How could I be as perverted as you, actively asking for a kiss... Don't pin what you do on me. Clearly, it's you who wants to kiss every time. I've never thought about it."
Shen Nian caught the girl's slender, soft finger, "You stood on your tiptoes yesterday. Isn't that being active?"
Xia Yanchun's ears immediately burned hot, and she stammered.
"I-I never stood on my tiptoes!"
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