Shen Nian's hands were so warm, so warm that Xia Yanchun's feet began to heat up as well. Before she could react, her toes instinctively curled and tensed, arching into a delicate curve.
Her neatly trimmed toes, soft and pale, looked almost tender—small and fair, meant for walking yet unexpectedly plush when grasped.
The soft bed trembled slightly, and Shen Nian's heartbeat, defying his control, quickened.
Porridge enthusiasts would be thrilled.
Xia Yanchun reflexively pulled her foot back. Luckily, Shen Nian hadn’t been holding on too tightly.
"You’re a total pervert!" she huffed, her anger puffing up like a little bull ready to snort steam from her nostrils in some animated world.
Shen Nian scratched his head, belatedly switching hands. "So I just have to take your kicks, huh? No fighting back when you hit me? What, are you some Celestial Dragon or something?"
"I..." Sensing she might be slightly in the wrong, Xia Yanchun’s brilliant 700-point-scoring brain whirred into action, quickly finding a justification for kicking Shen Nian with full conviction.
"Who said you could climb onto my bed? A girl’s bed isn’t just some place you can hop onto whenever you feel like it!"
"Three Kingdoms Kill gave its approval. If you’ve got a problem, go leave it a bad review."
"You should just drop dead. Waste of oxygen."
Shen Nian was already halfway onto the bed, lying peacefully with only his feet still dangling off the edge.
"I saw you blink."
"..."
Xia Yanchun massaged her temples. She’d met her match—a force she couldn’t overcome no matter how hard she tried.
Shen Nian had already settled in. Arguing further about right and wrong was pointless. Sometimes, she felt he was like an unyielding slab of meat—yet with everyone else, he was all smiles, the picture of sunshine and cheerfulness.
You’d never guess, right? Behind the scenes, Shen Nian was a villain through and through, capable of every evil, every debauchery!
That’s a secret only I know!
A true wolf in sheep’s clothing!
Xia Yanchun had always indulged Shen Nian, though she didn’t quite understand why. She chalked it up to making up for all the times she’d bullied him as a kid. Besides, with him lying on the bed, what harm could he really do? Might as well let him have his way.
So, with a soft humph, she shook out her hair, draped the blanket over herself, and scooted to the edge of the bed. If she couldn’t win, she could at least avoid him.
"Just laze around then. I’m going to do my homework. And I’ll make sure to remind the teacher to check it—see how you like not doing yours."
"Go ahead. I’ll just let everyone know you’re the one who reminded the teacher to check. Enjoy the class’s collective wrath."
Shen Nian lay peacefully on the bed, savoring the rare chance to nap at Xia Yanchun’s place.
Pulling the blanket snugly over himself, he closed his slightly tired eyes—strained from overuse. A good look at some legs would fix that.
Hmm. Shen Nian turned his head to glance at Xia Yanchun, satisfied. Now his eyes felt better. Her bed was soft and fragrant, and his "corpse" was nice and warm.
"Good afternoon. Gonna take a nap here."
"Uh-huh."
Seeing Shen Nian actually settling down to sleep, Xia Yanchun pursed her lips, toes curling, her focus on the homework slipping. She fiddled absentmindedly with Shen Nian’s nearly exhausted Xiaomi ultra-long-lasting pen.
Groping someone’s feet, invading a girl’s bed—is this part of being the ‘best in the world’? What kind of ‘best’ is this? You’re so weird, Shen Nian!
Before long, Shen Nian was snoring lightly.
Watching him sleep so soundly, Xia Yanchun grumbled inwardly—this is my bed, no way I’m letting you enjoy it that much.
She turned the AC a little colder, the cool air blowing directly on her. The heat in her cheeks faded along with the temperature. Not like she’d been blushing because of Shen Nian or anything.
Girls really are creatures of change. The bed Shen Nian once hated was now the one he adored.
Damn it, how could it be so comfortable?
By 2 p.m., he stirred awake, still reluctant to leave the bed. He hugged Xia Yanchun’s plushie shamelessly, burying his face in the pillow she’d used.
It might sound a little perverted, but it’s perfectly normal. What, was he supposed to stop breathing?
"You’d be upset if I actually died in your bed."
Xia Yanchun, distracted, had barely managed a few problems in over an hour. Spotting Shen Nian waking up, the thought of him so comfortably hogging her bed while she slogged through homework at the desk reignited her irritation.
"Awake, huh? My bed isn’t free. Fix the wrinkles, flip the blanket, sweep the living room, and wipe the dining table. The rag’s on the balcony."
"What’s all that mumbling? Sounds like you’re hiring a housekeeper." Shen Nian propped himself up on one elbow. Lying on his stomach had been the right call—at eighteen, full of vigor and three months of abstinence, even a half-hour nap in class left him struggling to stand, let alone such a cozy afternoon snooze.
"So you’re freeloading on my bed and eating my ice cream? I’m getting scammed here!"
"Relax, you can crash at my place tonight. We’re heading back home tomorrow anyway."
"Pfft, your bed’s probably filthy with all your sweating."
"Hey, hey, none of that. I shower before getting into bed." Shen Nian hugged the plush bear against the headboard, waiting for the dizziness to pass before adding, "Besides, sharing beds is part of being the ‘best in the world.’ You’ll have to try mine someday too."
Xia Yanchun deadpanned. Just as she thought—this ‘best in the world’ nonsense was shady. Nice try, Shen Nian, but I see right through you.
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