A woman's body temperature is four times that of a man's.

Shen Nian put away all the gifts Xia Yanchun had given him and tried on that good-looking shirt. It fit surprisingly well.

He really liked it.

Shen Nian's mother didn't come knocking on his door. By midnight, the lights on the second floor had already gone out.

When it came to climbing over balconies, Shen Nian was a professional. He didn't make a single sound, like a stealthy phantom thief.

The balcony door wasn't closed, so Shen Nian slipped right into Xia Yanchun's room.

The room was chilly, and the lights were still on. Xia Yanchun was curled up in a ball on the bed, wrapped in her quilt, holding her phone horizontally. The sound of canned laughter from a variety show drifted from the device.

"Turning off the lights?" Shen Nian asked softly.

"Mhm."

Click. The room went dark, and the phone screen's brightness automatically lowered, illuminating Xia Yanchun's delicate face. Shen Nian lifted the quilt and lay down beside her.

"What are you watching?"

"A variety show."

"Not sleepy?"

"Not really. I'll go to sleep after this episode finishes. There's about half an hour left."

Xia Yanchun turned around to face Shen Nian so she could rest her phone against him instead of holding it up herself. Girls with younger brothers should all give this a try.

Sometimes, a younger brother isn't just a slave to be bossed around, but also a sentient phone stand.

Shen Nian never minded these things and let her do as she pleased.

The university admission results would be announced tomorrow. He and Xia Yanchun were guaranteed to be accepted, so Shen Nian was more concerned about Chen Dong and Ma Mingfan's situations.

Ma Mingfan's score was already close to the threshold for Nanjiang University. He had mentioned the condition to Director Huang, and Director Huang had agreed. There hadn't been any further news, so it should be secure; he just didn't know which major he would be transferred to.

As for Chen Dong, Shen Nian could only wish him luck in getting into his first-choice university. If he didn't get in, they could continue being good brothers at Nanjiang University. Without Chen Dong, Shen Nian wouldn't even know who to wipe his wet hands on after going to the bathroom.

"Hehehe..."

The girl on the pillow let out a silly giggle at her phone. Shen Nian slowly snapped out of his thoughts, raised his hand to rub her cheek, and smiled. "Chunbao looks so sweet when she smiles."

"Ew, that kind of compliment is only suitable for people who aren't that close. We're too familiar with each other; you're making me cringe."

"I know. I did it on purpose to make you cringe." Shen Nian grinned.

"Why do you have so many bad intentions? If you do that again, I'll beat you up." Xia Yanchun dropped a tiny fist onto Shen Nian's chest.

Shen Nian rubbed his nose. It seemed that romantic sweet talk wasn't suitable between him and Chunbao. Xia Yanchun didn't buy into that stuff; saying ten thousand romantic words wasn't as practical as buying her a twenty-three-yuan Orleans roast chicken.

Since Xia Yanchun was watching her show and ignoring him, Shen Nian started entertaining himself. He pinched her cheek, touched her leg, and held her hand. At his most excessive, he even pulled Xia Yanchun's leg over, resting it on his own to play with, but Xia Yanchun merely muttered for him to stop being annoying.

So this was what it felt like to have your presence reduced, just like in the movies. Shen Nian had finally experienced it.

The variety show came to an end. Xia Yanchun plugged her phone in to charge, placed it on the nightstand, and set a timer for the air conditioner. Only now did she have the free time to pay attention to Shen Nian.

"Annoying, annoying, annoying! Aren't you tired of moving around all the time? I couldn't even watch my show comfortably." Xia Yanchun poked Shen Nian's arm hard.

"You were watching yours, and I was playing with mine."

"But you were playing with me!"

"So what?"

"What do you mean 'so what'? I'll make you sleep on the couch, believe it or not."

"Haha, you're quite humorous. I want to sleep now, can we be a bit quiet?"

The quick-witted Shen Nian had already laid flat and closed his eyes peacefully.

Would Chunbao really have the heart to wake up her peacefully sleeping, incredibly handsome younger brother and stop him from getting his rest?

"Tch, and here I thought you were so brave." Xia Yanchun curled her lips.

The winner of today's destined rivalry was already obvious.

Handling Shen Nian was now a piece of cake for Xia Yanchun. Little Shen Nian was nothing to worry about.

Did people really think she chose the account ID 'Enemy from the Heavens Chef Xia' as a joke?

Xia Yanchun felt extremely smug. She propped herself up and looked down condescendingly at Shen Nian, who was pretending to be asleep.

Shen Nian quietly opened his eyes, closed them again, and puckered his lips.

Xia Yanchun: "..."

He really was a big idiot.

Leaning down, their temples touched, and their lips met. Xia Yanchun's two small hands pressed against Shen Nian's chest, pushing down lower and lower.

Having learned how to breathe while kissing, Xia Yanchun was on a completely different level now.

Catching her breath, Xia Yanchun climbed off Shen Nian and lay on her side, looking at him. With a charming glint in her eyes, she scanned his body and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle softly.

"My first kiss at nineteen is gone just like that..." Shen Nian looked like he had nothing left to live for.

"Hehe."

Xia Yanchun didn't expose him. The idiot Shen Nian might complain with his mouth, but his body was very honest.

"Hey, by the way, why did you suddenly confess today?" Shen Nian swept away his previous lifeless expression and asked cheerfully.

"Well, they had to find out eventually. That way, if you ever treat me badly, I can use it as an excuse to have Uncle beat you up."

"Chunbao, you know I'm the gentlest. You're the most beautiful Cinan girl I've ever seen. I see the stars and the moon in your eyes; how could I ever bear to treat you badly?"

"Give it a rest, you and your smooth talk."

"Guaranteed, guaranteed. Are you moved by my deep affection?"

"Get lost, it's time to sleep!" Xia Yanchun adjusted the quilt and happily burrowed into Shen Nian's arms.

Whatever sleepiness she had earlier vanished because of her initiative just now. She nestled into his arms purely because it was comfortable.

A certain dishonest person pinched Shen Nian's chest.

"Ow, what the heck are you doing..." Shen Nian shrank back.

"Now you know it's uncomfortable?"

"I didn't use that much force..."

"Yes you did, you clearly did. If I say you did, you did, and your technique was very indecent too."

See, this was the power of being overbearing.

After a quick overbearing combo, Shen Nian couldn't say a single word.

Xia Yanchun hummed triumphantly. Once she was comfortable in Shen Nian's arms, she turned her back to him, actively lifted her hem, and let Shen Nian rub her tummy to coax her to sleep.

Under this extreme comfort, sleepiness slowly crept in.

"Shen Nian... we're both nineteen now."

"What, do you want to be eighteen forever?"

"If I could, I would want to."

Shen Nian sweatdropped, "Damn, it's one thing for thirty-year-olds to want to go back to being eighteen, but you've barely been nineteen for two months and you already want to go back to eighteen."

"A year younger is still younger. It's better than getting old, right?"

"We're still growing right now. We have to be at least past twenty-three or twenty-four, when our bodily functions completely stop developing, before we can say we're getting older, right?"

"I guess that's true, we're still growing... Did you still grow taller in your senior year of high school?"

"I don't know, I haven't measured. I should still be growing, just very slowly, like one or two centimeters a year."

"Ugh, why do you need to grow so tall? It's so annoying."

"Just say you're jealous," Shen Nian grinned.

"Tch, I think I'm perfectly fine right now. Why would I be jealous of you? A girl being 1.6 meters is equivalent to a guy being 1.8 meters."

"I know the answer to this one. A girl's body temperature is four times that of a guy's."

"Get lost."

Huffing with annoyance, Xia Yanchun gave the back of Shen Nian's hand a sharp pinch.

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