As they separated, Xia Yanchun made a soft 'tap' sound, and her height noticeably dropped a small notch.
Shen Nian's Adam's apple bobbed. He pursed his lips, then grinned, showing his teeth. "You were on your tiptoes."
Xia Yanchun's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she stole a glance at Shen Nian. It felt like a faint pink aura had appeared around him. Realizing she really had been on her tiptoes, the heat on her face burned hotter and hotter, spreading to the tips of her ears and her neck, all tinged with a delicate blush.
Not only had she been on her tiptoes, but she had also come down too quickly, making a very obvious sound.
As if scalded, Xia Yanchun was utterly embarrassed. Flustered, she fumbled for her keys, opened her door at lightning speed, and didn't even respond with a goodnight. She initially wanted to slam the door shut, but as it reached the frame, the motion became light and gentle.
The door closed tightly, and the footsteps outside disappeared. Leaning against the door, Xia Yanchun could only hear her own booming heartbeat.
Ugh...
...
Shen Yue was already asleep. As soon as Shen Nian got home, he found some clothes and took a hot shower.
A shower was like becoming a new person; it really improved one's spirit. Shen Nian was in an unusually good mood. Lying in bed watching an online lecture, even the balding teacher seemed handsome and charming.
Xia Yanchun on her tiptoes was pretty cute too.
Being on tiptoes meant taking the initiative. Getting Xia Yanchun to take the initiative was no easy feat.
Feeling like getting Xia Yanchun to say she likes him out loud would be more difficult than actually getting a marriage certificate with her...
Plugging in his phone to charge, Shen Nian, full of energy, planned to get a nice, early night's sleep by 2 a.m.
But as soon as he closed his eyes, what appeared before him was Chun Bao's youthful innocence and softness. He felt something was off; after being disciplined for so long, there were faint signs he might break his vow.
So, he took the tissue box to the living room.
Now there was no need to break the vow.
Self-discipline was important. Day one of quitting masturbation and lust, and you'd feel refreshed. The first week, you'd be radiant, standing tall and confident. The first month, you could chat with ten girls without batting an eye.
Shen Nian would not be defeated by the succubus-form Chun Bao in his heart.
A high-level adventurer isn't just for show, you know!
2:30 a.m., Shen Nian fell into a peaceful sleep.
Get up early tomorrow to make egg congee for Chun Bao.
3:00 a.m., Shen Nian was sleeping soundly.
Dreamed of the adorable Chun Bao. Snuggles.
3:30 a.m., Shen Nian woke up, tiptoed to the bathroom, and changed his shorts.
Defeated by Chun Bao in the dream. Felt like life was utterly bleak.
...
Early morning, heavy fog. Shen Nian stood by the window, his thoughts numerous.
Forget it, better just go make egg congee for Chun Bao.
Egg congee only required cooking the rice congee. While it was hot, crack a raw egg in, add a bit of oil, stir well, letting the hot congee cook the scattered egg.
Whether it was fully cooked or not was uncertain, but it tasted pretty good. Shen Nian had eaten it this way since he was a kid.
At 6:10, Shen Nian opened the door to Xia Yanchun's apartment. Just as he thought, the freshly awakened Xia Yanchun was already brushing her teeth dazedly in front of the sink.
Her mouth full of foam, Xia Yanchun showed little reaction upon seeing Shen Nian, still sleepy. Shen Nian took advantage of her mental downtime to poke and pinch her face, even leaning in to kiss her soft cheek. Even after all this, Xia Yanchun continued brushing her teeth obediently.
Gargling and rinsing, Xia Yanchun finally spared Shen Nian a glance. "So annoying, first thing in the morning."
"If a cat is uncomfortable, it walks away on its own. If you find it annoying, won't you refuse?" Shen Nian retorted.
Xia Yanchun couldn't think of a rebuttal, so she just gave a proud hum.
Applying a bit of facial cleanser and finishing a simple wash, she went back to her room to change. The sound of the lock turning was quite obvious.
"..."
As if I'm the kind of guy who'd barge in.
Shen Nian was more concerned about the hiding place of the pure milk.
After searching around, Shen Nian found a half-empty carton of pure milk in the corner of the sofa. He had drunk most of this half-carton. Xia Yanchun would produce a bottle every now and then, sometimes warm, probably heated up specially after getting up early.
Once found, it belonged to Shen Nian.
As soon as Xia Yanchun came out, she saw Shen Nian lounging on the sofa, legs crossed, gulping down milk. "How did you even find that?" she said, exasperated.
"What, afraid I'll finish it and not leave any for you?"
"Afraid you'll drink too much at once. One bottle every two days is enough, got it?"
"Got it, got it."
His drinks were strictly controlled. Shen Nian only had one every few days and basically never touched milk tea or fruit tea from outside.
Drinking too much could raise uric acid levels. Xia Yanchun had always been quite worried about him. Before, when their relationship wasn't as good, it was hard to say anything. Now that they were about to become the best in the world, this girl kept managing him.
Shen Nian went back to his place, packed the steaming hot egg congee into a disposable cup, and waited for Xia Yanchun to come out before handing it to her to drink on the way.
Shen Nian didn't attribute any extra effects to the egg congee, and the congee itself had no effects. It was just ordinary congee, but Xia Yanchun still drank it with relish.
After all, egg congee couldn't taste that bad no matter what. Even Shen Yue would say it tasted the same.
"Burp."
"Was it good?"
"Not bad." Xia Yanchun aimed at a nearby trash can and, imitating Shen Nian's style, attempted a throw.
If she couldn't throw a basketball, could she not throw a plastic cup? A fierce three-pointer.
Her accuracy was fine. She felt that if she were just a bit stronger, she could definitely beat Shen Nian at shooting three-pointers.
Shen Nian found it amusing and flicked her usual little ponytail. "I said goodnight to you yesterday, and you didn't even reply."
"Was it necessary?"
"Yes, I always reply to you."
"Well then, Shen Nian, good morning!" Xia Yanchun's mood was inexplicably good, her tone light and bouncy.
"Why so happy? Step in dog poop on the way out?"
"Did you lay it?"
"Damn, such strong offensive power. You little Haki Chun, I'll throw you on the roadside in a bit."
"Neener neener."
Xia Yanchun took small, kicking steps, making sure to stomp on every dry leaf on the road.
Arriving at school, Shen Nian locked the bike and quickly caught up to Xia Yanchun, who had walked ahead.
"Hey, were you really on your tiptoes yesterday?"
"..."
"Why aren't you saying anything? I think I heard a sound. Was that the sound of you coming down from your tiptoes?"
"..."
Xia Yanchun didn't say a word, only a faint hint of shyness already coloring her face.
She indignantly bumped her forehead against Shen Nian. If he kept talking like this, she wouldn't dare enter the classroom!
"Was it? I totally saw it."
Shen Nian kept chattering. How did this guy get more clingy the older he got!
"Stating the obvious." Xia Yanchun pouted, replying very reluctantly.
"Learned from you. Looks like you're starting to like me a bit. Keep it up!"
"..."
Stating the obvious, you dummy Shen Nian.
Only starting to like after already kissing... who knows what level it takes to really like someone...
Xia Yanchun frowned, feeling troubled. It seemed Shen Nian was completely immersed in his own art of ambiguity.
Hmm, fine, ambiguity it is. Might as well accompany him in this ambiguity to the end.
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