Chapter 606 - 244: So? My Technique’s Not Bad, Right?
Chapter 606: Chapter 244: So? My Technique’s Not Bad, Right?
At that moment, the beautiful girl was so embarrassed she nearly fainted. A searing heat spread from her cheeks all the way to her earlobes, her neck, and even her entire body.
The air seemed to freeze.
After her frantic movements, Shen Yuan slowly raised his gaze to meet her eyes, which looked like they could shoot fire.
Within those beautiful eyes, shame, indignation, and panic churned together. They were misty with unshed tears, yet this only made them appear more dazzlingly stunning.
The girl’s chest heaved violently, as if a storm were gathering within.
After a few seconds of suffocating silence, the brewing storm finally found its outlet.
Li Zhi sucked in a sharp breath, her pearly teeth biting down on her lower lip. Face flushed, she let out a quavering accusation at Shen Yuan, a mixture of shame and vexation in her voice.
"Ooh... Shen Yuan! You... you’re such a—"
The girl’s voice suddenly rose, thick with mortification and an unvented agitation.
"BIG! SE! LAAN!!"
Those three words were practically squeezed through her gritted teeth in a fit of pique, carrying even more weight than when she usually called him an idiot.
The end of the word cracked and tilted upwards from the force of her emotions, adding a touch of cute, bratty charm.
Under the light, she clutched her collar tightly, her cheeks so red it looked like they might bleed.
In the girl’s eyes, a flicker of genuine anger warred with a mortified urge to bury him alive, but both were drowned in an overwhelming sea of helplessness.
Shen Yuan was jolted by her shout of "Selaan." The burning heat in his eyes was instantly diluted by her charmingly shy and angry demeanor.
What remained was a deep, doting fondness, amused by her reaction.
He could even see the mistiness in her eyes was on the verge of condensing into tears and rolling down her cheeks.
’Is that even an insult?’
’It’s clearly just an instinctive outburst because she’s reached peak embarrassment and has no idea what else to do.’
After all, even though Li Zhi had shouted fiercely, her body was rooted to the spot. She showed no intention of jumping away or trying to escape like she might have before.
She was just desperately clutching the edge of her collar—the one he had pulled into disarray and she had frantically tried to fix. Her slender knuckles were white from the force of her grip, and her body subconsciously shrank deeper into Shen Yuan’s embrace.
It was as if the chest of this "Selaan," who was the source of her shame and anger, was paradoxically the only fortress where she felt safe at that moment.
"Wh-what are you looking at!"
Li Zhi shot him another fierce glare, but her voice held an uncontrollable tremor, and her bluster suddenly deflated.
Indignantly, she buried her burning face deeper into his chest like a frightened ostrich, leaving only the crimson tips of her ears exposed to the light.
"Don’t look at me anymore! You jerk! You... you bad Selaan!"
A muffled voice came from his chest. It was less of an angry rebuke and more of a concession filled with bashfulness, as if even she knew her accusation had no bite.
Her body, pressed tightly against his, radiated a startling heat and the clear beat of her heart.
Shen Yuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He looked at the little ostrich in his arms, feeling her complete trust and this shy protest that her actions belied.
He gently tightened his embrace, as if soothing a startled kitten.
"Mm, I’m the jerk."
He admitted with a low, gentle laugh, his voice full of endless indulgence.
Li Zhi’s body tensed in his arms for a moment. But feeling the security of his firm hold and the steady rise and fall of his chest, her prickliness seemed to slowly soften.
But the bright red blush on her ears lingered, refusing to fade, like a brand silently telling the story of the girl’s overwhelming shyness in the quiet room.
She snuggled quietly in Shen Yuan’s arms for a while longer, feeling his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace.
The beautiful girl’s surging embarrassment was finally diluted by this sense of security, and her tense body gradually relaxed.
It was just that lying draped over him like this was making her back a little sore.
More importantly, her legs, wrapped in pure white cable-knit tights, were dangling limply over the side of the bed with no support, which was getting tiring after a while.
"Ngh..."
Sensing Li Zhi’s restlessness, Shen Yuan immediately understood. He loosened his arms slightly to give her space to get up.
Li Zhi pushed herself up from Shen Yuan’s chest and sat up on the bed.
The girl’s lower back was a little sore from being in one position for so long, and she subconsciously rubbed it.
Shen Yuan sat up too, his gaze still glued to the faint blush on her ear-tips.
Seeing him sit up, Li Zhi gently tugged on his sleeve cuff, her voice carrying a soft, sticky-sweet complaint. "My back got all sore from lying like that... Let’s sit on the bed properly."
As she spoke, she had already slid off the edge of the bed, her feet, clad in white tights, landing on the carpet.
After Shen Yuan got up, the beautiful girl immediately climbed onto the bed, curling her legs to sit sideways on the soft mattress.
Li Zhi let out a comfortable sigh, leaned back against the headboard, and patted the spot beside her. "Hurry up!"
Shen Yuan sat down right next to her, the mattress dipping slightly.
The girl’s toes unconsciously brushed against Shen Yuan’s calf. "This is much better—"
Before she could finish, Shen Yuan’s arm was already wrapping around her, pulling her into his embrace.
Li Zhi naturally leaned her head against his shoulder.
She nuzzled her cheek into the crook of Shen Yuan’s neck, her muffled voice carrying a hint of an almost imperceptible, sticky-sweet complaint and an entitled sort of coquettishness.
"Shen Yuan..."
"Hm?" the young man hummed, his warm breath brushing over the crown of her head.
Li Zhi shifted slightly in his arms, and her cool fingertips fumbled through his sweater to touch the side of his lower back, just below where his arm was wrapped around her.
"Here... my back’s still a little sore," she said, her voice growing even softer, almost a whisper against his skin. "Can you rub it for me?"