Chapter 22 Seducing the Cold Dormitory Head (22)

Han Shuo's parents sat in the car, exchanging a subtle glance. Han's father winked at his mother and continued driving. Han's mother understood, glanced back at Han Shuo, who was staring out the window in the back seat, and mentally prepared herself before speaking.

"Son, what are you thinking about? Mom has noticed that these past few days, apart from studying, you're either in a daze or looking at your phone, and you don't even talk to me."

"Sorry, Mom, I'm thinking."

"Are you thinking about something or your girlfriend?" Han's mother's eyes were teasing, not blaming. She looked at Han Shuo with a hint of ridicule. After all, she had never seen her son so outgoing. "You're our child. Don't we know your personality? Don't worry, Mom and Dad aren't the kind of people who would force a couple to break up. As long as you work together and don't affect the all-important college entrance exam, Mom and Dad won't have any objections."

Han Shuo hadn't intended to deny anything, but seeing his mother speaking to him so earnestly, his expression softened considerably. She pondered for a moment, then tilted her head to look out the window, not meeting her mother's gaze directly. Her ears, however, blushed slightly.

"Not a girlfriend."

"Huh? Didn't get her? Then you should wait a little longer. Tell her after the college entrance exam is over. If you can stabilize your grades, what if it affects others?"

"..." Han Shuo was speechless for a moment, thinking of his deskmate who studied diligently every day. His heart softened a little. He looked out the window and saw a familiar figure at the door. Han Shuo's mouth curled up slightly, "My future boyfriend is a good student."

After saying this, they arrived at the school gate. Han Shuo opened the door, said hello to the two stunned parents, and then walked into the school without looking back, catching up with the slender figure.

Han Shuo's strides were long, yet his path was steady. He called out Li Ziyan's name, and he stopped, turned around, smiled, and walked shoulder to shoulder with him.

Both boys were wearing the most ordinary blue school uniform, but their excellent looks and outstanding temperament were particularly eye-catching.

In addition, because of their reputation, students passing by on the road would also keep their eyes on them.

Li Ziyan took his hands off the shoulder straps of his backpack and let them fall naturally on both sides of his body. He was still facing forward, but his eyes were secretly glancing at the people around him.

The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer. The hands placed beside their bodies slowly rubbed against each other while walking. The occasional touch and friction felt like an electric shock, tingling and exciting. However, neither of them took their hands up, but let it be, feeling each other's skin in the seemingly unintentional swinging and walking.

As the semester drew to a close, the temperature dropped faster and faster. Everyone in the city had already donned their warm winter clothing, and Han Shuo and his friends were no exception. As the weather cooled, Han Shuo and Li Ziyan's birthdays were approaching. Coincidentally, their birthdays were very close, one in November and the other in January.

Li Ziyan was the only one in the dormitory. He walked to his locker, took out the clothes inside, and sniffed them gently. They were full of his scent, but there was also a faint minty bitter smell that did not belong to him.

This was the birthday gift Han Shuo gave him, a cream-colored pullover sweatshirt.

Li Ziyan was startled by his own actions. He looked at the clothes in his arms with deep eyes, his expression a little complicated and stiff. His ears turned red, and he cursed himself inwardly. He walked to a bed with the clothes in his arms, took off his thin sweater, and prepared to put on the new sweatshirt.

He had his back to the dormitory door and did not notice the slight sound of the door opening and closing.

The snow-white back and slender waistline are fully exposed, and the two shallow dimples are completely exposed to the eyes of the visitors.

Li Ziyan used his advantages to win the favor of his classmates and roommates in the early days, but he rarely did so in the later days. Firstly, he just wanted to ease the relationship between them, and secondly, he didn't have a fetish for exhibitionism.

Li Ziyan picked up the clothes and separated them front and back, then stretched out his arms and put them on, completely covering the dazzling white beauty. Then he turned around and bumped into Han Shuo who was standing there with a gloomy look in his eyes.

There was a sweet and satisfied smile on his face that he didn't even notice. His face was slightly red, and his hair was slightly curled up because of changing clothes. Paired with the milky white sweatshirt, he looked even more cute and adorable.

Perhaps because he suddenly saw the function, Li Ziyan took a breath and took a step back, with his hands still on the hem of his clothes, like a little white rabbit that suddenly encountered the price of gold.

Han Shuo stood opposite him, inwardly amused by his actions. If Li Ziyan had ears on his head, they would have stood up by now.

He looked at Li Ziyan with a look of boundless tenderness. He walked forward slowly, hesitated for a moment, and placed his hand on Li Ziyan's head to comb his messy hair. The other party looked up at him like a gesture of goodwill, or like a little animal meeting its owner, softly rubbing its head against his palm twice, and the itch went all the way to his heart.

This kind of Li Ziyan had never been revealed to anyone else. Han Shuo was certain of this. He could clearly feel the difference in Li Ziyan's attitude towards her. He could also clearly feel that Li Ziyan was relaxed in his presence.

Li Ziyan's skin was naturally fair, and this milky white color made him look like a freshly baked milk cake, soft and fluffy, making people want to take a bite. This reminded Han Shuo of the fleeting scene he had just seen. His Adam's apple moved, and he took a step forward. The distance between the two people could be said to be very close.

As the distance got closer, the smell of Li Ziyan became more distinct. The unique scent of tea and flowers mixed with the mint scent that belonged to him on the sweatshirt, as if the other person was stained with his own scent.

Everything was overwhelming Han Shuo's sanity. He reached out and grasped Li Ziyan's wrist, his voice a little hoarse. "It looks great. Happy birthday."

"Thank you for your birthday present, I like it very much." Li Ziyan smiled, with just the right amount of shyness on his face and in his eyes.

The two of them, one looking down and the other looking up, their eyes locked and the atmosphere heated up, but Han Shuo forcibly restrained his desire to kiss those moist lips. He just stared at Li Ziyan's eyes, not hiding his desire for him at all.

Li Ziyan looked down at Han Shuo's neck and saw the black sweatshirt he was wearing. The pattern on it was exactly the same as his own. He took a step forward, wrapped his arms around Han Shuo's waist, and buried his head in the crook of his neck. "Head of the dorm, will you still accompany me on my birthday next year?"

“Yes, every year.”