Chapter 125 Is this the logic behind girls' conversations?

"May I?"

He Jinzhao held her hand, then slowly placed his face on it, nuzzling it affectionately, and finally looked at her pitifully.

Song Shiyi bit her lip, closed her eyes, and nodded.

He Jinzhao's eyes lit up, a triumphant smile flashing in them.

How naive.

Just like a little white rabbit.

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air, so hot it was almost burning.

He Jinzhao's breathing grew heavier and heavier, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he almost sighed out loud.

The soft, warm body in his arms, and her shy yet passionate reaction, gradually eroded his reason.

"Baby……"

He called her in a hoarse voice.

Song Shiyi's body was almost completely pressed against his chest, her cheeks burning hot.

The sound of his heavy breathing made her feel hot all over.

The strange feeling grew stronger.

He Jinchao sensed her change, and the desire in his eyes almost overflowed.

"You...you should tone it down a bit..."

Song Shiyi's voice was soft, with a pleading tone.

She gripped his clothes tightly with both hands, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and tears welled up in her eyes.

He Jinzhao chuckled softly, kissed her reddened earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, whatever you say."

The air grew increasingly hot, and their breaths mingled, carrying an intense and irresistible fragrance.

He Jinzhao looked at the person in his arms with flushed cheeks, wet eyelashes, and a pitiful look of being at someone's mercy.

He couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her lips, gently licking them.

"Congratulations on today..."

She breathed heavily on his lips, her voice soft and alluring.

He responded softly and kissed her even deeper.

There was only one thought in my mind.

That is to completely possess her, to make her belong to him alone from head to toe.

"..."

In the end, the two didn't see it through.

The story ends with He Jinzhao going to the bathroom, leaving Song Shiyi alone on the sofa, calmly.

Listening to the pattering water coming from the bathroom, and the faint, intermittent breathing sounds hidden within it.

Song Shiyi silently covered her face.

This time, it really was just one step away.

She patted her flushed, burning cheeks and quietly exhaled.

It took her several minutes to calm down before she started packing her things.

It's getting late, she should go back to her dorm.

Half an hour later, the bathroom door was opened, and a warm current mixed with hot steam and a refreshing woody scent rushed out, blurring the boundary between inside and outside.

He stepped out to the side, the lines of his shoulders and back outlining a smooth and powerful silhouette under the warm yellow light.

The water droplets, not yet completely dried, slid down the slightly reddened skin from the steam, along the firm back.

It gathers at the waist and then disappears into the edge of the loosely tied white bath towel around the waist.

A few strands of wet, black hair clung messily to her forehead and neck, water droplets dripping from the ends. She casually wiped her wet hair with one hand, while the other rested on her waist, her fingers long and slender with distinct knuckles.

The bath towel was loosely tied, barely covering her waist and abdomen, revealing her firm and well-proportioned thighs.

Song Shiyi's mood had returned to calm.

But the moment she looked up, her eyelashes fluttered, and she quickly looked down at the tablet in her hand.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Her voice was somewhat flustered, soft, and carried a hint of coquettishness.

He Jinzhao glanced down, not noticing anything amiss, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Why wear clothes in your own home?"

Seeing her reddened ear tips, he chuckled and teased, "What? Still shy?"

Song Shiyi gave him a harmless glare and said irritably, "You're so annoying."

Spending a lot of time with He Jinzhao has made her a little spoiled, and even her tone of voice has unconsciously become somewhat arrogant.

"Hurry up and get dressed!"

He Jinzhao responded casually, "Going back already?"

"Okay, you'll take me."

He Jinzhao raised an eyebrow, tapped his forehead lightly with his thumb, index finger and middle finger together, then flicked his fingers in her direction.

His moves were cool and incredibly stylish.

"Yes, ma'am."

——

November marks the dividing line between autumn and winter.

It has neither the heat of October nor the chill of December.

Instead, it exudes a unique and profound charm amidst a sense of coldness and desolation.

The leaves of the sycamore, ginkgo, and maple trees in the school have all turned golden.

When the wind blows, they flutter down like butterflies.

"The weather in the north gets cold so quickly. Back in my hometown, we're still wearing short sleeves right now."

"I've already wrapped myself in a cotton-padded coat here."

As she spoke, Si Yue tightened her down jacket, and the hot breath she exhaled turned into white mist.

Song Shiyi had half her face buried in her scarf, revealing a pair of delicate and beautiful eyebrows and eyes. Her skin was made even whiter by the touch of red, making her look like a porcelain doll.

It's so pleasing to the eye.

Her voice came from under the scarf, somewhat muffled, with a soft, gentle tone.

"I'd like to go there and experience it sometime."

He Jinzhao and Xie Lin walked behind the two.

Their steps were slow and leisurely, their black trench coats making them appear even taller and more slender, and their expressions were nonchalant, like male leads straight out of a Korean drama.

The group walked through the campus, creating a wonderful atmosphere.

Xie Lin casually followed up on Song Shiyi's question by asking, "Where are you from?"

"Pengcheng."

Xie Lin nodded. "That's true."

He Jinzhao gave him a half-smile, but said nothing.

Si Yue didn't think much of it and chatted casually with Song Shiyi.

"Sigh, I'm on a diet lately, eating boiled eggs every day, and my mouth tastes bland."

"Why did you suddenly start dieting again? You're doing great as you are. Health is the most important thing."

"I hide my fat in winter, but I'll reveal my true form in summer."

Si Yue suddenly stroked her chin and pondered, "This makes me think of a very philosophical question."

Song Shiyi asked, "What?"

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

Song Shiyi smiled, pursing her lips; she couldn't answer that question either.

Fortunately, Si Yue was just asking casually and quickly changed the subject.

"But I still admire the mother hen very much; she can lay so many eggs at once."

"Anyway, I won't have any more children."

Song Shiyi thought about it seriously for two seconds and remembered the news she had recently seen.

"It seems that everyone has this idea now: the birth rate in H country is already very low."

Si Yue nodded in agreement: "Yes, speaking of which, it's been a long time since I watched an H drama. I want to rewatch my favorite, 'W: Two Worlds'."

"Is this the one you recommended to me before? It's really good, but it's a bit angsty."

Si Yue smacked her lips twice and suggested, "How about we go get some barbecue? I'm getting a craving."

Song Shiyi joked, "Not going to lose weight anymore?"

Si Yue waved her hand dismissively: "Never mind, I need to eat my fill to have the energy to lose weight, let's eat first."

Song Shiyi naturally had no objection and nodded: "Okay."

As they spoke, the two of them simultaneously turned to look at the man behind them and asked in unison, "And you? What do you say?"

The two people behind them, who had listened to their conversation the whole time without getting a word in edgewise, were speechless.