hey-hey
Hu Tong and Cheng Zhou eventually mastered the knack of kissing, though not through those two thousand words of advice.
But Hu Tong couldn't quite put his finger on what it was that made it happen. It was a long and tortuous process, a leap from quantitative change to qualitative change.
The turning point might have come on the night of their first kiss.
Cheng Zhou knocked on her bedroom door, shyly handing over her phone and offering a series of passwords for Hu Tong to check. She sat down next to her on the bed, her eyes bright.
"..." Hu Tong felt like a primary school teacher grading homework.
Cheng Zhou's social media accounts were really nothing to look at; they were all very rigid and unprofessional. Hu Tong casually opened a few chat windows and then quickly exited, just to remove the red dots.
"Why don't you look, Tongtong?" Cheng Zhou asked dejectedly, the pale yellow light particles pressing his long eyelashes down, his eyes dark and unfocused. "Aren't you even a little curious about me?"
"What's so interesting about this—" Hu Tong stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, "Ahem, I mean, I believe you."
Cheng Zhou tilted his head slightly, not smiling, and looked at her inquisitively. "But, everyone online says that love is about being curious about that person's world."
"But we're already so close!" Hu Tong cried out inwardly, but seeing Cheng Zhou's serious expression, he could only sigh deeply, raise his hand to signal him to shut up, and use his other hand to quickly swipe and switch apps on his phone screen, his eyes gleaming.
"Okay, I'll show you just in time how curious I am about you—"
"……Wow."
Upon opening Cheng Zhou's mobile banking app and seeing the account balance, Hu Tong exclaimed in genuine surprise, her pupils dilating in shock, "Are you a pig?"
She put down her phone, cupped Cheng Zhou's face in her hands, and murmured, "When I see you now, it's like seeing an old friend."
"Who?" Cheng Zhou blinked in confusion.
"My little piggy bank."
Cheng Zhou couldn't help but laugh: "How is it similar?"
"It looks like it everywhere."
Hu Tong got playful and vigorously rubbed his cheeks. Looking at his slightly pouting, watery red lips, she said with a mischievous smile, "Even the way your lips are pouting is exactly the same!"
Cheng Zhou let Hu Tong fool around, and under the warm yellow light, her smiling face danced in her clear eyes.
After Hu Tong had finished playing, Cheng Zhou grabbed her wrist, leaned over, and the fresh scent of soapberry filled the air.
His fingers, calloused slightly, ran through her hair, cradling the back of her head and gently stroking it.
"Does it have this in its mouth too?"
The whisper traveled across their pressed lips.
Consciousness gradually melts away in the intoxicatingly hot and humid vortex.
It suddenly started raining outside the window.
A gentle breeze carries the fresh, slightly spicy scent of camphor trees.
Rainwater rippled across the pale green leaves, flowing into the sweltering heat of dew-kissed red and misty green.
"Cheng Zhou!"
Hu Tong rushed downstairs with a magazine in hand, full of excitement. She was dressed lightly, in a sleeveless vest and shorts, wearing flip-flops. The sweaty stray hairs on her forehead were pinned back with yellow star hair clips, and her watery eyes sparkled even brighter.
Look at this!
University summer vacation is the most free and complete. As long as the person is willing, they can lie down from beginning to end, or even start their vacation ten days or half a month in advance.
Hu Tong cherished her first summer vacation with Cheng Zhou, and put everything else last—that's how she coaxed Cheng Zhou. Whether she really postponed it or secretly did it ahead of time, only Hu Tong herself knew.
In short, the two returned to Jinshi early and began playing a game of cat and mouse with their elders, pretending to be friends in public and lovers in private. Why? Simply because Hu Xiaotong found it very interesting.
Hu Tong suddenly stopped and held the magazine up to Cheng Zhou's eyes. "Look!"
Cheng Zhou was mopping the floor. When he saw her come in, he stopped and looked down, softly reciting the sentence highlighted by Hu Tong: "How to have a good kissing experience? The author believes that kissing is a spontaneous behavior when attracted..."
"so--"
Hu Tong said impatiently, "Seduce me quickly!"
Clang! The long handle of the mop slammed to the ground.
Cheng Zhou looked up in surprise, blushing, which made her fair skin and dark eyes stand out even more. "...Huh?"
"No refusing! Think of a way to seduce me right now! It has to be creative and mysterious!"
"……All right."
Seeing Hu Tong's eager anticipation, Cheng Zhou picked up the mop, pondered for a moment, and slowly walked towards the sofa, his brows unconsciously furrowing.
Hu Tong followed closely, afraid of missing his moment of inspiration.
He kept nagging and urging, "Have you thought it through? Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"
Cheng Zhou sat on the edge of the sofa, holding a mop, and slowly pressed his face against the long handle, looking as melancholy as if Hu Tong were demanding repayment of a debt from him.
"Have you thought it through?" The creditor, unaware that he had gone too far, eagerly pushed his way in and bumped into his shoulder. "I'm asking you!"
"Hmm..." Cheng Zhou responded vaguely, blinking his innocent eyes, "It can't be that fast."
Hu Tong held up his finger: "Three—two—"
!
Cheng Zhou sat up abruptly, a sudden inspiration striking him. "Stop, stop, stop, I've got it!"
Hu Tong snorted and crossed his arms. "How about it?"
Cheng Zhou glanced at her, then lowered his head shyly, reached into his pocket, and pulled out his phone. "Here."
As he spoke, he showed it to Hu Tong...
On the glowing screen, a square, golden, shiny chicken leg image was Cheng Zhou's profile picture, which he had used for several years.
"Is it tempting?" Cheng Zhou looked at her guiltily, her flushed face silently moving to the other side of the mop handle, away from Hu Tong.
Hu Tong's lips twitched: "What...do you...say?"
"Cheng Zhou!"
Hu Tong suddenly lunged at the man, but Cheng Zhou reacted quickly and held up the mop handle to defend himself.
"You're playing dumb, aren't you!" Hu Tong gripped the mop handle, grinning. "Of course it's not this tempting one!"
"I don't want to eat chicken legs!"
"I want to eat your mouth!"
Cheng Zhou leaned back on the sofa, coughed, and his eyes flickered. "Tongtong, stop talking..."
"Why shouldn't you speak!"
Hu Tong interrupted him, then sneered, "Ah, you're not going to say, 'Baby, I'm still a man, and it's hard for me to resist you like this,' are you? No, that's too unoriginal, let's change it—"
"Change what?"
Hu Jiale's questioning voice boomed overhead.
Hu Tong was so frightened that he immediately stopped, rolled off the sofa, sat on the floor, looked up, and stared blankly at Hu Jiale who had suddenly appeared. He seemed to see three parts anger, three parts surprise, and four parts disappointment in his mother's eyes, as if he were watching a hooligan harassing an innocent young man.
Cheng Zhou covered his face in embarrassment, speechless.
Hu Tong stammered, "Change...change..."
"Ah!" A sudden idea struck Hu Tong, and he sat up straight abruptly. "Let's go to another braised food shop!"
She smiled shyly at her mother and said, "I want to eat pig's snout. The one Chengzhou bought from last time didn't taste good, so I asked him to go to another shop. Mom, do you like braised pig's snout?"
"hey-hey……"
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