The love brewed over nineteen years of acquaintance always has a moment when it overflows the dam.

Hanging up the phone, Shen Nian was in a fantastic mood.

Everyone was on winter break now, so they had plenty of time.

If his older sister didn't have to work, he would have dragged Shen Yue along too.

Unfortunately, the working class didn't get winter breaks, so he could only take his sister out to eat some other time.

The only thing left was that Chen Qiuyu's side wasn't confirmed yet; he'd have to find some time to ask her.

Glancing at the time, it was already nine o'clock. Shen Nian got up and headed toward Xia Yanchun's house.

Watching her Lao Di run off to the house next door again at night, Shen Yue looked depressed.

Ever since he started dating, her Lao Di had completely lost his mind. He didn't even come home anymore, only knowing how to spend his nights at the neighbor's house.

Did he even have this sister of his in his eyes anymore?

Didn't he know that Little Chun next door was her apprentice?

It made Shen Yue so mad she felt a chill in her womb; she needed to quickly eat two bags of BBQ-flavored Lay's potato chips to recover.

On the other side, just as Shen Nian opened the door, he bumped right into Xia Yanchun, who was about to hang up the laundry.

A white nightgown clung softly to Xia Yanchun's body, carrying a faint gentleness. When she was quiet, she looked like a tender painting.

So beautiful, so incredibly beautiful.

Shen Nian's heart skipped a heavy beat.

When their eyes met, the poetic mood instantly shattered.

"Are you an idiot? It's so cold and you're wearing so little!"

"Hiss, it's not cold."

"You're crazy." After complaining, Xia Yanchun quickly put down the hangers, went back to her room to grab a hot water bottle, and stuffed it into Shen Nian's arms. "Just charged it. You lucked out."

"Hehe, Chunbao is the best."

"Hmph."

"Aren't you cold?"

The heater was on in the room, and with the door left open, the warm air continuously spread outward, bringing some warmth even to the living room. Otherwise, Xia Yanchun wouldn't possibly be wandering around in just a nightgown.

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Xia Yanchun said lightly, "It's alright."

"Let me help you hang the clothes."

"Then I'll give you the hangers."

"Hold this." Shen Nian stuffed the hot water bottle back into Xia Yanchun's arms.

In the dead of winter, it was indeed a bit cold. The weather forecast showed that tonight's temperature had dropped to single digits, but hanging clothes wouldn't take too long, so it was bearable.

Xia Yanchun had specific requirements for hanging clothes. Shen Nian remembered them well: the edges and corners had to be aligned when hanging so that the clothes wouldn't be full of wrinkles when taken down.

The balcony window wasn't closed. Xia Yanchun braved the cold wind and walked out, leaning against the railing. As the cold wind swept by, she shivered from the chill. "Wuhu, so cold..."

"Why did you come out if it's cold? Careful not to catch a cold."

"A little breeze is fine."

"A true masochist, huh. I'll buy a little leather whip tonight."

"Get lost, I hate you to death."

After finishing the laundry, Shen Nian stood behind Xia Yanchun, merging with her like two little penguins. "Let me warm you up."

His breath came in warm puffs as he spoke. Xia Yanchun glanced back but couldn't see Shen Nian's expression.

By leaning back, she could press against Shen Nian's warm chest.

Wearing such thin clothes and standing foolishly in such freezing weather, she felt that both she and Shen Nian were seriously ill. They were both fellow patients.

However, she really liked this feeling of having someone accompany her in her madness.

Afraid of catching a cold, Xia Yanchun didn't dare stay out in the wind for too long. She quickly pushed Shen Nian back into the living room and shut the balcony window tightly.

She habitually sniffed Shen Nian's scent; sure enough, he was a little stinky.

"Chunbao smells so fragrant," Shen Nian struck first.

"Of course." Feeling pleased, Xia Yanchun continued pushing Shen Nian back toward the bedroom.

The room was incredibly warm, so warm it was almost uncomfortable. After closing the door, Xia Yanchun turned off the air conditioning heater.

The residual warmth was very comfortable, and besides, now that Shen Nian was here, she didn't really need the heater anymore.

Shen Nian naturally sat on the edge of the bed, and Xia Yanchun sat down as well, saying softly, "I checked for you. Chen Qiuyu is already on break. She happens to be returning to Cinan tomorrow."

"That works. By the way, should we invite Han Wenxin over too? You guys hang out together a lot."

"Han Wenxin has already gone back to her hometown. Her break started a week ago."

"Alright then. I've already asked Chen Dong and Ma Mingfan. Let's find a time to go to Haidilao together. It's on me."

"It'll be really expensive with that many people!"

"It's just the earnings from one livestream."

"..."

Scared to tears by the big influencer with nearly four million followers across the net.

"I'm a bit curious why you suddenly want to drag so many people out to eat."

"A whim? I don't have any special reason. We were all good friends in high school, and I suddenly felt like reminiscing."

"I thought you were the type to forget about high school once you got to college."

"New friends and old friends don't conflict, Chunbao. After we graduate from college, maybe someone will invite us to gather around too."

"That's true." Xia Yanchun nodded, pulling the blanket over her lower half.

Now that they were lying in bed, it really didn't feel right without a blanket.

She also helped Shen Nian cover up, her small hands patting his stomach to ensure the blanket was tucked in tightly.

"Are you sleepy, Chunbao?"

"No, I just wanted to lie down."

"Then let's just lay here like corpses together."

Shen Nian lay down as well.

When he had nothing to do, he loved wasting time lying around like this with Xia Yanchun.

His large hand subconsciously slid along the girl's slender waist, and with a slight pull, he lifted the soft girl up to lie on top of him.

With Xia Yanchun's hundred pounds pressing down on him, he didn't even have trouble breathing.

Lying obediently on the warm Shen Nian, a little flower bloomed in Xia Yanchun's heart. She pursed her lips, hesitating to speak, and let out a coquettish hum.

Xia Yanchun propped her hands on either side and straddled Shen Nian's lower abdomen, looking down at him. Soft strands of hair fell from her ears. Backlit by the lamp, the girl's eyes held a shallow, gentle glow.

Shen Nian knew that this posture usually meant Chunbao was about to kiss him. He decided to just pout his lips and accept his sinful fate.

However, after a long while, Xia Yanchun still hadn't bent down.

"Bro, are you playing with me?"

"Hehe, you look so silly." Xia Yanchun's eyes curved into crescents as she pinched Shen Nian's cheeks.

"You little rascal Chun, you just want to see me embarrassed, don't you? Believe it or not, you won't be able to run away in a minute." Shen Nian bared his teeth, his hands creeping up the girl's thighs.

Soft and delicate was the first sensation at his fingertips. Unlike before, Shen Nian didn't feel the barrier of safety shorts. Startled, he easily lifted the hem of the girl's floral dress.

Xia Yanchun leaned down. She didn't want to hear Shen Nian speak, nor did she want to hear herself. In the room, aside from their mutual breathing, there was only the sound of their lips meeting.

"Chunbao..." As their lips parted, Shen Nian's bright eyes widened slightly.

"Hmm?"

"What the hell are you doing..."

"Hmph, I even kissed you, and you still won't take the initiative to say something nice."

"Did I say you could kiss me?"

"I'll hit you, I'll hit you." Xia Yanchun angrily pounded his chest twice.

Yet she didn't get off Shen Nian. The girl, unable to hide the charm in her eyes, lowered her gaze, leaned down again, and pressed her forehead against Shen Nian's, whispering softly.

"Nianbao..."

"You're actually calling me Nianbao? It seems we're the absolute best today." Shen Nian cupped Xia Yanchun's face with both hands and squeezed, turning her face into a piggy face.

"Stop messing around..." Xia Yanchun swatted at him and whispered, "We are the absolute best today."

Shen Nian was never a blockhead. Sensing Chunbao's little thoughts, he hesitated a bit but couldn't help sitting up and letting Chunbao sit on his lap so he could hold her tighter.

"Chunbao... are we..."

"Hmm?" Xia Yanchun wrapped her arms around Shen Nian's neck, panting softly by his ear. "Today is the best day in the world, so I'll indulge you a little bit..."

Shen Nian's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyelashes trembling slightly. "Have you decided?"

"Yeah... I like you."

"Chunbao is the cutest."

"You have to say you like me, or else I'll get mad."

"I like Chunbao the most."

"Do you love me?"

"I love you, I love you."

"Mhm, I love you too, I love you..."

Suppressing the urge and excitement in his heart, Shen Nian glanced at Xia Yanchun and asked softly, "Then... what about the things my mom and your aunt gave us before?"

Xia Yanchun shrank her neck, a blush already spreading down to her collarbone and the roots of her ears. When asked about this, she grew even more embarrassed, stammering as her voice grew quieter and quieter.

"We don't need to use those..."

"That won't do. If they're lost, I'll go buy some."

"No, it's not that, it's because..." Xia Yanchun was so flustered she couldn't even speak straight. She simply got up and, with a sweet and shy demeanor, took out the pills she had bought earlier and showed them to Shen Nian.

"..." Shen Nian blinked.

"These are short-acting pills... Ugh, just look for yourself..."

"When did you start taking them?"

"Right after military training ended... Remember that time I went out with Shi Yan..."

"Haji-Chun, you sneaky girl..."

"Ah, whatever, I don't need them anyway. I already threw those away!"

Xia Yanchun hurriedly turned off the lights. In the bright light, she was so shy she was practically steaming. Once the lights were out, she finally calmed down a bit.

The room suddenly went dark. Shen Nian's heartbeat was so fast he could hardly suppress it. When Xia Yanchun leaned in, he couldn't help but gently wrap his arms around her.

They listened to each other's love-filled heartbeats.

Shen Nian gently laid Xia Yanchun down on the soft bed, planting kisses inch by inch, slowly savoring the young girl's tender love.

"Chunbao..."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to call your name."

"Nianbao... I just wanted to call yours, too."

"Okay..."

...

The love brewed over nineteen years of knowing each other would always have a moment where it finally overflows the dam.

The wind quietly stilled.

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