shirt
Pan Yue silently withdrew his gaze, his eyelids seemingly blinking uncontrollably.
"I know," he said simply, without saying anything more.
"You know that's good," Zhu Shiyi replied subconsciously, without having anything else to say.
...Suddenly, I felt an inexplicable awkwardness.
Zhu Shiyi was so angry that he bit his tongue, thinking he should have known better than to say it.
--
As soon as he entered, Zhu Shiyi looked for the pink slippers he had worn last time.
"Wear these." Pan Yue silently took out a pair of cotton slippers from the corner. They were creamy yellow, bear-shaped, and very cute.
Putting on the shoes, the soft, warm fabric wrapped around my feet felt so comfortable: "When did you buy these?"
"I forgot."
"Forgot?"
"Just something I did."
"oh."
A hush fell over the air.
Last time I came to Pan Yue's house, I had a specific purpose: to take care of him when he was sick. This time, however, I didn't have anything to do.
No one spoke, and the awkwardness in the car seemed to carry over into the house. Zhu Shiyi's mind raced, and without uttering a sound, she followed Pan Yue into the house.
He went into the kitchen first and sorted the food he had bought into the refrigerator. Zhu Shiyi felt that it wasn't good to just stand there and watch, so she also took some things and put them into the refrigerator.
“…This is a garbage bag.” Pan Yue silently took out what she had put there.
"...I misread it." Zhu Shiyi regained her composure.
Pan Yue tidied up skillfully, saying, "Go sit down for a while." He then handed her a box of small cakes he had just bought.
Zhu Shiyi was unhappy: "I'm not hungry." She just wanted to stick close to him. When Pan Yue washed his hands, she washed her hands; when Pan Yue fetched water, she held the cup.
Pan Yue shook his head, picked up his water glass, walked to the sofa, and sat down helplessly. Zhu Shiyi also sat down. He took a sip of water, and Zhu Shiyi also took a sip of water.
Pan Yue found it amusing: "Why are you copying me?"
Why would you copy me?
Pan Yue raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Are you a parrot?"
Zhu Shiyi followed suit, raised an eyebrow, and smiled: "Are you a parrot?"
“…Alright then,” Pan Yue said, not understanding but accepting, “I’m going to take a shower.”
Zhu Shiyi had just finished learning "okay" when he heard him say he wanted to take a shower, and his gaze involuntarily shifted downwards.
Oh my god, I want to...I want to see it.
Pan Yue walked towards his room without looking back, leaving Zhu Shiyi alone in the living room, brimming with lust.
No. Her lustful desires were a very simple kind of lust, tinged with a hint of sunshine! A lust that aligns with the core socialist values! Absolutely no other ulterior motives!
“Wait,” Zhu Shiyi called out to Pan Yue, “I don’t have pajamas.”
"I'm not comfortable in this outfit," Zhu Shiyi frowned, scratching her back with her other hand. "I really want to change into some pajamas."
"I'll go downstairs to buy it; I'll wear a coat."
"No need!" Zhu Shiyi followed behind. "Just lend me one of your clothes."
“…” Pan Yue paused, his brows furrowing slightly. “You can’t wear it.”
"Why can't I wear it? Are you being stingy?"
Pan Yue was speechless, almost bursting into laughter. His temples throbbed violently. Before he could even speak, Zhu Shiyi had already taken the initiative, pushing open the door and pulling him into the room.
......
"Try it." Pan Yue casually picked up a set of pajamas.
“No,” Zhu Shiyi frowned, “It’s too long!”
"Then let's go down and buy it."
"Fine then." She could only return to her guest room and obediently change.
After changing his clothes, Zhu Shiyi came out specifically to show Pan Yue: "How is it?"
Pan Yue glanced at it, couldn't help but chuckle, and then looked it up and down.
Zhu Shiyi knew she was absolutely inhuman right now, dressed in long sleeves and trousers, even pulling up her trousers. She found it funny herself, but she deliberately wanted to make things difficult for Pan Yue: "Do I look good?"
Pan Yue valued his life highly: "It looks good."
"Where is it beautiful?"
“…” Pan Yue silently closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
"Don't play dead!"
He then opened his eyes, his long pupils narrowing slightly.
"You have very long legs; your legs are all below your neck."
Zhu Shiyi laughed heartily.
"Just kidding," she said, her smile fading. "Isn't there any other option?"
Pan Yue shrugged: "They're pretty much the same. You can't wear my clothes anyway."
"I don't believe it!" Zhu Shiyi said righteously, but he had already begun to have his own thoughts, and his voice unconsciously carried a hint of cunning: "Then I'll choose for myself?"
Pan Yue's brow twitched. He pressed his brow, then raised his hand, letting her do as she pleased, and turned to go into the master bathroom.
Looking at the wardrobe filled with only black, white, and gray items, Zhu Shiyi's eyes darted around, and she casually picked one up.
I washed my hair and took a shower as if I knew exactly what to do. It was cold outside, but after doing all that, I felt much more comfortable.
......
"This one is more comfortable!"
A clear, melodious female voice rang out. Zhu Shiyi had just finished showering and came out. Pan Yue put down his phone, looked up, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
She was wearing one of his shirts.
"Your clothes are so long, I can wear them as a skirt!" Zhu Shiyi said happily, as lively and natural as ever. When she said it was like wearing a skirt, she even twirled around while holding the hem of her clothes, completely unaware that something was amiss.
Pan Yue controlled himself, lowered his eyes, and his breathing became slightly faster.
He was afraid that Zhu Shiyi would ask him if it looked good.
...It was so beautiful that he didn't dare to look at it at all.
He feared that if he looked again, the night would lose its charm.
Fortunately, Zhu Shiyi didn't ask him anything. She walked over and sat down next to him.
He then picked up the hairdryer from the table.
"Would you like me to blow-dry my hair?" Zhu Shiyi leaned closer, rubbing her fragrant hair with a towel.
Pan Yue looked away: "...You can boast about it yourself if you want."
Zhu Shiyi, with his rebellious spirit, said: "Then I won't brag."
Pan Yue was too lazy to talk. He got up, grabbed Zhu Shiyi, pressed her down on the sofa, plugged in the hairdryer, and started drying her hair.
Unlike the force he used before, his fingertips gently inserted into her hair, brushing the strands downwards in a very gentle motion.
Perhaps it was the warm breeze that made him feel hot, Zhu Shiyi shifted his position.
"Don't move." Pan Yue tightened his grip a bit.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her breathing became heavier.
"Be careful not to get your hair caught in it."
“…Oh.” Zhu Shiyi responded softly, suddenly feeling a dry mouth.
The hairdryer roared, and her hair regained its lightness. Pan Yue finally let her go.
The first thing Zhu Shiyi did upon gaining her freedom was to drink water. After finishing the entire cup, she still felt thirsty. She stared longingly at Pan Yue's cup, and he, helpless, simply brought it to her.
Zhu Shiyi chuckled and drank all the water in his cup in one gulp, which finally relieved him a little, but it wasn't enough.
She put down her cup, wrapped her arms around his strong arms, buried her head in Pan Yue's arms, curled up tightly in his embrace, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "The bathroom is so foggy, I feel so dizzy."
"..." It seemed as if Pan Yue swallowed, "Taking a bath can easily raise body temperature and cause oxygen and blood deficiency, so try not to take a bath for so long in winter."
"It's very comfortable." Zhu Shiyi ignored him and snuggled into his arms, squeezing his arm as she did so.
His muscles were very strong, but now they were even stronger than before, stiff and rigid.
With nothing else to do, she said, "Let me take your pulse!" Her hand slid down to his wrist, her fingertips moving lightly to feel his pulse.
Like raindrops tapping on his fingertips outside the window, patter, patter, heavy, swift, faint, crisp—Zhu Shiyi couldn't help but lean closer, pressing his ear against his heart.
She heard a resonance, was it from two places? No, from three? No, it was his pulse, his heartbeat, her fawn, and the quiet clamor of the world, all pulsating in four directions, like some kind of symphony.
"Doctor, is there something wrong with me?" Pan Yue asked quietly, with a slight smile.
"There's a problem," Zhu Shiyi said without moving, "a big problem!"
Pan Yue raised his voice in a puzzled tone.
“You’ve eaten too many red beans,” she said, turning her face away and looking at him seriously. “It’s lovesickness.”
Pan Yue was stunned for a moment, then recovered and smiled with a helpless yet graceful air: "Divine Doctor."
"Of course!" Zhu Shiyi said smugly and proudly, poking his chest and probing like an adventurer, "In my opinion, we are kindred spirits, even our symptoms are exactly the same."
Pan Yue glanced down at him, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "So, you're sick?"
"What kind of talk is this!" Zhu Shiyi punched him angrily, then went along with it: "Yeah, I'm sick, I feel unwell all over."
Where does it hurt?
A thought flashed through my mind.
"My back hurts," Zhu Shiyi said, rubbing his lower back and making a serious sound.
"Where?" The large hand covered his waist, pinching and kneading around it. "Here?"
"No!" Zhu Shiyi flinched, itching. "It still hurts."
Pan Yue frowned and made a move to get up: "It might be lumbar muscle strain. I'll go get you a back brace."
Zhu Shiyi quickly stopped him. Pan Yue was not joking. This old man had all sorts of health and massage instruments at his fingertips.
“You need to take lumbar muscle strain seriously,” Pan Yue said, his fingers weak as he gently pressed on her back. “Don’t wait until you have a herniated disc before you regret it.”
"Okay," Zhu Shiyi replied. Her back was indeed uncomfortable from sitting for so long, but she was faking it. "Actually, I can just change my posture and it will be fine."
Pan Yue was taken aback, his brows furrowing.
“…Okay.” He slowly released his grip, as if reluctant, and his hand slowly slid down her waist.
A sly glint flashed in her eyes, and in the blink of an eye, Zhu Shiyi straightened up, swiftly spread her legs, and straddled his lap.
Pan Yue's body stiffened abruptly, his arm hanging limply, unsure whether to move or not.
Stealing a glance at him, trying hard to suppress her trembling eyelids, Zhu Shiyi pretended to be nonchalant, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned against him, saying, "It's still so comfortable like this."
Pan Yue closed his eyes tightly, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind. He took a deep breath, grabbed her waist and lifted her back, his voice unconsciously lowering: "Zhu Shiyi."
"What's wrong?" Zhu Shiyi looked directly at him, her big, bright eyes blinking innocently. She looked like a simple little girl.
His lustful desires deepened. Pan Yue lowered his eyes, not daring to look, secretly despising himself. She had simply come to rest; it was too early. She was just a child and hadn't thought about doing anything. They had only been dating for a short time, so it wasn't appropriate for them to do anything. Besides... there were still some issues between them that he hadn't been able to resolve.
But how would his girl know any of that?
"You're mean to me," the little girl said coquettishly.
Pan Yue suppressed the turmoil in his heart: "I didn't."
But this young girl really didn't want to let him go.
"Then why do you call me by my full name?" The little boy pouted slightly, his cheeks round and chubby, like a cute little kitten that looked adorable.
A powerful and terrifying urge to destroy surged up in Pan Yue's heart. He suppressed his evil desire and vigorously rubbed the chubby face, which was soft, smooth, and felt wonderful to the touch.
"Then what should I call you?"
She hesitated for a moment, then finally released her grip, propped herself up on his shoulders and straightened up slightly. Her grape-like eyes darted around, and her little paws poked at her chin as she pondered intently.
“Or,” a bright, eager look flashed in her dark eyes, a hint of probing and playfulness in her voice, “you can call me baby.” Zhu Shiyi tilted her head.
Pan Yue's pupils dilated in shock, his eyebrows twitched, and the corners of his eyes furrowed. He tried to open his mouth, but still couldn't utter a sound.
"Is it that difficult?" The girl put her hands on her hips in anger, the movement was a bit too big, her collar slipped slightly, revealing her slightly protruding collarbone, and a dark brown mole adorned her white neck.
“…” Pan Yue raised his hand to straighten her shirt, avoiding the question, “Change to another one.”
"No!" Zhu Shiyi protested, "I just love hearing my boyfriend call me baby."
"...Your boyfriend?" Pan Yue narrowed his eyes, inexplicably annoyed. He had never called her that before, so how could she possibly like him? It sounded like an ex-boyfriend.
Zhu Shiyi paused for a moment, clearly realizing this as well. She pressed closer, grinning and chuckling, "Um... I meant I like you! I like it when you call me 'baby,' haha..."
Pan Yue turned his head away and snorted coldly.
"Oh dear," Zhu Shiyi said softly, cupping his face with her small hands, turning his head to face her, "Don't be angry."
Pan Yue glanced at him, then looked away without saying a word.
"Don't ignore me!" Zhu Shiyi buried her face in his chest and sobbed. Pan Yue wouldn't fall for it again. He finally understood; this little girl just loved to whine and pretend.
What happened?
This trick isn't working anymore?
A huge question mark appeared in Zhu Shiyi's mind. He usually got incredibly nervous just imitating Pan Yue, so what was going on now?
A large hand grabbed the back of her neck, and Pan Yue lifted her face: "Let me see."
He frowned and examined it carefully: "Where are the tears?"
Oops!
They've been arrested!
"Haha..." Zhu Shiyi smiled ingratiatingly at Pan Yue.
Awkward......
"Haven't you heard the story of the boy who cried wolf?"
"I've heard it, I've heard it!" Zhu Shiyi said, trying to brush it off. "Brother, don't be angry."
She heard Pan Yue's breathing catch in his throat.
His chest inexplicably contracted, and wicked thoughts crept into his mind.
"Brother." Zhu Shiyi said in a high-pitched voice, shamelessly rubbing against him.
“...Stop shouting.” Pan Yue’s voice was a little deeper.
My goodness, she's even more alluring and sexy now.
Having lived for twenty years, Zhu Shiyi felt for the first time that he, a kind-hearted person, was a villain, otherwise why would he harbor evil thoughts towards an innocent man?
"Why can't I call out?" He circled his index finger and gently traced it up to the prominent Adam's apple on her neck.
She sensed that Pan Yue swallowed.
"Hey," she feigned surprise, "it can actually move!"
Her wrist was suddenly gripped: "Stop fooling around."
The force was quite strong, but it didn't hurt.
"What am I making a fuss about?" Zhu Shiyi said playfully. "You're my boyfriend, can't I even hug you?"
She spoke with such conviction and righteous indignation that even she herself began to believe it. How could Pan Yue not believe her?
“...You hold me.” Sure enough, Pan Yue let go of his grip and leaned back, looking like he was surrendering.
You agree, right?
......
"Hug me." She shifted her waist and moved closer to him.
Pan Yue's breath hitched, and his muscles tensed up.
...
The pebbles on the roadside in summer are so hot they feel burning.
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