A deep kiss, but I'm still a minor...
Finally, the third option was chosen.
Lin Shiren would rather jump from the second floor than go to the garden to find Zhou Lin in front of everyone. She was just not good at making friends, not that she was unkind. They were all girls, and she didn't want to rub salt into Xu Yiqiao's wounds.
There were no streetlights, the wind howled, and the cobblestone path was shrouded in shadow, making the ground appear dim. She sat on the balcony, her body stiff and resistant, her voice weak and barely audible: "I'm a little afraid of heights..."
I'm really afraid of blood splattering on the spot.
"It's only two meters, I'll catch you."
Zhou Lin interrupted her, spreading his arms wide and giving the order without further ado: "Jump."
"But……"
"Should I go up?"
There was a bed in the room upstairs, and she didn't want any disreputable rumors to spread. Lin Shiren held her breath, closed her eyes, and after a slight feeling of weightlessness, she fell into a warm embrace.
Three seconds later, a deep, pleasant voice came from above: "Aren't you going to open your eyes?"
Warm palms were still around her waist. Lin Shiren slowly opened her eyes, and when her gaze met his, her body trembled unconsciously. Zhou Lin thought she was frightened, so he tightened his grip and hugged her even tighter, his voice soft as if coaxing, "Don't be afraid, even if you fall, I'll be your cushion."
Lin Shiren looked at him sadly, with an expression of difficulty breathing, and complained softly, "I didn't die from the fall, but you're going to strangle me."
A tremor ran through his chest. Zhou Lin laughed, released his arm, and then casually put his arm around her shoulder: "Tell me, what were you peeking at just now?"
Lin Shiren: "?"
The term "peeping" is definitely a derogatory term. Why bring up something that only heaven, earth, you, and I know in person? Shouldn't we just see it but not say it?
Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Zhou Lin turned her face to face and looked at her: "Why aren't you saying anything?"
I used to think that some problems would disappear if we didn't face them.
But his aggressive attitude left her no room to escape. The scene of Xu Yiqiao confessing to him flashed through Lin Shiren's mind, and she felt guilty: "Because I haven't thought it through yet..."
Zhou Lin raised an eyebrow: "Just say what you see, or are you trying to give a false testimony?"
"You're not a police officer, what right do you have to interrogate me?" Lin Shiren muttered his dissatisfaction through his nose.
He used his finger bone to scrape her nose: "When other girls confess their feelings to me, aren't you curious whether I said yes or no?"
Lin Shiren blinked her clear, bright eyes: "So, did you agree?"
Now I finally understand what it means to be so infuriating that you can't help but want to kill someone.
She looked at him with her fair and delicate face, her eyes gentle, and asked him whatever he asked. The fire in his heart was stuck in the middle of his chest, unable to rise or fall. Zhou Lin was at a loss with her, and worried that not clarifying things would make their relationship more complicated. He scratched his hair, making it even more disheveled from the wind.
He let out a long sigh: "I said I have someone I like."
A sentence that was almost a confession slipped out of his mouth. Lin Shiren hid the flutter in his heart and nodded lightly: "Oh."
oh?
That's it?
Is there any more perfunctory response in the world?
Zhou Lin gripped the back of her neck, staring at her with malicious intent: "Lin Shiren, who do you think I like?"
His expression was fierce, but his fingertips were gentle. Lin Shiren saw through his tricks; he was just a paper tiger. His heart softened instantly: "So what do you want?"
Her shy, tilted-head look was incredibly alluring, and Zhou Lin couldn't resist teasing her. With a straight face, he tapped his lips with his finger and said, "At least you have to coax me a little."
He finally understood that when dealing with Lin Shiren's avoidant personality, any roundabout tactics would only lead to trouble. He had to go straight to the point to get what he wanted.
"No, no one coaxes someone like that..." Her small face instantly turned red. She stomped her foot in embarrassment, turned her head away, covered her face, and didn't want to talk to him.
Zhou Lin easily pulled the person back into his arms: "I just like to coax them like this."
Lin Shih-jen was furious: "You pervert!"
"Then you're a little hooligan who stole my innocence at the sports meet."
"That was an accident!"
"Say what you will." This tone clearly showed disbelief.
Lin Shiren got a headache as soon as he heard him bring up old grievances, and his lower lip almost bled from biting it before he muttered, "Would you let me go home if I gave you a kiss?"
"I keep my word."
After saying that, Zhou Lin fell silent, gazing intently at her as if waiting.
You can't hide your feelings for someone.
In her most conflicted moments, she had written Shen Xuqing's name countless times in her notebook, yet she never dared to take the initiative. But now, with Zhou Lin in front of her, she seemed to suddenly find courage.
Because in his dark eyes, there was only her reflection.
The closer she got, the faster her heart beat. Lin Shiren didn't dare look into his eyes at all. Her whole body felt like it was being roasted over a raging fire. She stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his.
Perhaps because she had been outside for a long time, his lips were icy cold. She touched them lightly and tried to pull away, but suddenly someone grabbed the back of her head and kissed her back with even more force.
Zhou Lin originally thought she would kiss his cheek, but unexpectedly, this silly girl took the initiative to kiss his lips. He held her in his arms, gently pried open her teeth, and the delicate kiss gradually turned into an intertwining of lips and teeth.
The temperature dropped further, and a light snow began to fall from the sky.
As a single ice crystal melted on their tongues, Zhou Lin bent down, resting his head on her shoulder, his voice breathless: "Baby, don't move."
Baby?
These are intimate terms of endearment used only between couples. People at school also call each other "husband" and "wife," but how could he so openly utter these two words?
It's so embarrassing.
But Lin Shiren was too weak to refute her, because she was breathing rapidly and her whole body was weak, like a fish out of water. She could only barely maintain her balance by wrapping her arms around his waist.
But with just this small movement, the breathing above his head suddenly became heavy, and Zhou Lin warned in a hoarse voice, "I think you really don't want to go home."
"I'm not moving."
Lin Shiren didn't know what had happened, but she was a good girl by nature, so she didn't move at all.
The snowflakes fell even harder, a thin layer settling on his shoulders and body. Zhou Lin was warm, and the snowflakes melted quickly. She was sheltered in his arms and didn't feel cold at all.
But what does this actually mean?
He didn't move, and he wouldn't let her move either. Were they playing a game of "Red Light, Green Light"?
About five minutes passed, or maybe longer, long enough that Lin Shiren really wanted to scratch his itchy nose, and as he squirmed in Zhou Lin's arms, the sculpture finally moved.
He looked up at the second floor unexpectedly: "Have you seen enough?"
A rustling sound immediately came from inside the tea room, and in less than half a second, two heads popped out at the same time.
Tang Shi, with a look of pure CP (couple) fascination, said: "Let's date."
Song Ci whistled: "Brother, we finally have a proper status."
A Tang Dynasty poem says: "Give me a hug, pretend I don't exist."
Song Ci: "If I were to kiss you, I would not exist."
The siblings suddenly found common ground, cracking jokes and bantering like a comedy act.
Zhou Lin was in a good mood and ignored their teasing. He held the shy girl in his arms and didn't let them see each other at all. He had Song Ci throw Lin Shiren's phone and their coats down, then left everyone in Utopia behind and took Lin Shiren away.
It was already 8:30 p.m. when I got into the taxi.
Fine snowflakes fluttered outside the window, the air from the heater was very warm, and the radio was playing the song "South Mountain South," which was particularly fitting for the occasion.
You are in the bright sunshine of the South where snow is falling heavily.
In the cold nights of the North, it feels like spring all year round.
...
They didn't talk much on the way, as if they were both processing their emotions. Lin Shiren propped her head up and looked out the window, while Zhou Lin replied to messages with one hand and held her hand tightly with the other.
There were only three hours left until the end of his birthday celebration. The two got out of the car two blocks away from the Mercury neighborhood.
There were few cars and people on the road, and the streetlights on both sides cast a magnificent and grand light.
The first snow in Huaicheng never stays still; it falls lightly to the ground, only to be swept away by the wind and disappear without a trace, as if it had never come at all.
Lin Shiren reached out to take it, and the snowflakes melted into glistening water droplets in her palm. Zhou Lin didn't have any tissues, so he used his sleeve to wipe her hands, and as he wiped, he put her hands into his pocket as well.
Girls' hands are so soft.
The two walked along the quiet street, and he kept glancing at her expression, a smile always playing on his lips.
Lin Shih-ren tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't budge it. He then gave him a disapproving look. Neither of them said a word, but both were in a good mood.
Midway through, Song Ci called to ask Zhou Lin what to do with his birthday present.
Zhou Lin: "Take it to your house first."
Lin Shih-ren suddenly remembered something, hooked his finger around it, and mouthed, "My gift."
His gaze fell on her face, and Zhou Lin described into the phone: "Yes, a blue tote bag, quite big, with a square box inside. Please keep it safe for me."
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be asking what was inside the box.
Zhou Lin's tone left no room for argument: "Don't touch it, I want to open that gift myself."
After hanging up the phone, the apartment building entrance was already within reach. At that moment, Einstein's theory of relativity became a reality.
He pulled Lin Shiren into his arms and asked the key question of the day: "Now she's my girlfriend, right?"
Lin Shih-jen blinked, as if thinking, and asked, "Would you be treated well as my girlfriend?"
Zhou Lin tried to help her recall: "He tutored you, ate with you, taught you how to behave to people who bullied you, and even practiced kissing with you..."
Lin Shiren covered his mouth to stop him from speaking: "Now that I have this treatment, why would I still be so stubborn and want to be your girlfriend?"
When his girlfriend said she couldn't think straight?
Zhou Linyang said in a low voice, "You scumbag woman, you don't want to take responsibility?"
Lin Shiren shook her head, her voice tinged with a sweet grievance: "But I'm still a minor..."
Zhou Lin was at his wit's end.
How could she have been so bold as to expose him online back then? And now she's bringing up old grudges and calling him "I" again. Does she have all her rebellious tendencies directed at him?
Lin Shih-Jin's birthday is in August, so he's still nine months away from turning 18...
His coat billowed in the wind, and he suppressed his emotions, a slight sneer playing on his lips: "Why didn't your parents have children right after they got married? What were they busy with all that?"
Lin Shiren knew he was angry, and comforted him with clear eyes, "How about we don't count you as an enthusiastic boyfriend, okay?"
Activists?
His narrow eyes narrowed dangerously: "Don't tell me there's a reserve officer in the middle?"
"As expected, you're number one in the grade. You're really smart." Lin Shiren tilted his head back and still had the mood to make a witty remark.
Zhou Lin showed no joy, leaned down and kissed her fiercely until he was completely lost in passion. He then whispered in her ear, "I'll wait until after the college entrance exam at most."
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Author's Note: Zhou Lin: I'm so anxious, my wife is under eighteen!
Why would someone bend over while kissing? It's so hard to guess!
50 red envelopes
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