Chapter 40 Is it quite popular among boys?
He Xilou stood about half a step in front of her, his hair blocking the light above his head, and he stared at her quietly.
It seemed as if he really just wanted to help her.
Meng Shiyi bit her lip lightly, turned around, and faced away from him, saying, "Then hurry up."
He Xilou chuckled softly behind her, his voice revealing a bit of nonchalance:
"Okay, I'll hurry."
"..." Meng Shiyi reminded softly, "By the way, Brother Xilou, please be a little gentler."
The dress must be returned and cannot be damaged, otherwise you will have to pay for it.
He Xilou obviously misunderstood: "Don't worry, it won't hurt you."
...It's okay to hurt her, but don't hurt the dress.
Meng Shiyi had her back to him and couldn't see his expression, so her other senses became more obvious.
He Xiluo's breath was faint and fell on her neck. The faint cold fragrance of pine and fir on his body enveloped her all over, so tightly that it almost trapped her and made it difficult for her to break free.
The air around gradually became subtle.
Meng Shiyi held her breath, feeling a little uncomfortable.
He Xilou raised his hand and pushed her long black hair to the front. His fingertips fell on the zipper and inevitably touched her skin.
The cold metal zipper and the man's burning fingertips fell on the skin of the back, forming a strong contrast.
Meng Shiyi's skin there was very sensitive, causing her to shudder and her whole body to tremble slightly involuntarily.
"Don't shake." He Xilou suddenly spoke.
Meng Shiyi's heartbeat gradually became unbalanced. She stood still, staying obediently in front of the wall, as if allowing him to slaughter her.
He Xilou pinched the zipper, his deep gaze slowly falling on her.
The long dress Meng Shiyi wore was a one-shoulder design, revealing her graceful swan neck, delicate and beautiful collarbone, and the butterfly bones on her back could be vaguely felt.
The emerald green fabric made her skin look white, delicate and soft, as if a slight pinch would leave a faint red mark.
He Xilou zipped her up very gently, and with a "hiss" sound, he pulled it to her lower back.
The fabric of the dress inevitably flowed to the sides, unexpectedly revealing a corner of the underwear, and the light pink color jumped into He Xilou's eyes.
"..." He Xilou's fingertips paused slightly, and he looked away in an instant, with a slight dryness in his throat.
"alright."
His voice was gravelier than usual, lazy and low, causing invisible waves of electricity.
Meng Shiyi breathed a sigh of relief, her ears numb, and she said softly, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He Xiluo responded lazily and was about to lift the curtain and walk out.
Suddenly, there were several boys talking excitedly outside:
"Oh shit, the show is finally over! I was so nervous! My legs were shaking just standing on the stage!"
"Hurry up and pack your things, we're going to eat hot pot later!!"
Meng Shiyi's pupils trembled slightly and her heart almost jumped into her throat.
She subconsciously grabbed He Xilou's hand, her tone revealing guilt:
"Don't go out yet."
If others saw He Xiluo leaving and then saw her coming out of the same dressing room, I wonder what kind of story they would tell behind her back.
He Xilou raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he could see her nervousness. He glanced at her with a half-smile and lowered his voice deliberately:
"We are innocent, what are we afraid of?"
Meng Shiyi let go of his hand, covered her chest, and leaned her back against the wall to prevent her dress from sliding down.
The small space made her feel even more guilty and panicked, as if even the air had become thinner.
Her whole body was covered in a misty pink.
Did He Xilou... underestimate other people's ability to spread rumors?
Seeing them in the same dressing room today will probably be a hot topic on the forum tomorrow: [Shocking! He Xilou actually did this with Meng Shiyi in the backstage dressing room!]
The day after tomorrow it might turn into: [He Xilou and Meng Shiyi having sex in the dressing room! ]
No...
Meng Shiyi's mind was in a mess, and the more she thought about it, the worse it got. She made a "hush" gesture to He Xilou.
Her eyes were wet and filled with crystal clear spring water. She looked at him pleadingly, not realizing how pure and seductive her expression was.
The boys outside were still chatting non-stop, from basketball to racing, and from racing to beautiful women:
"Oh, by the way, Meng Shiyi is quite pretty tonight. She's definitely my ideal type, even prettier than celebrities. I wish she were my girlfriend!"
"Big brother, you should take a piss and look at yourself. Are you craving for swan meat again? This little girl has no shortage of suitors, right?"
"Don't tell me, I actually took several photos of her. Her legs are absolutely amazing..."
When Meng Shiyi heard someone mention her name, her eyes flickered and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
He Xilou stood in front of her and leaned slightly.
The already close distance became even closer, and even his breath lingered around her nose.
The light in the dressing room was dim. He Xilou's face was very close, half of his face hidden in the darkness, and he approached her aggressively.
The man's eyes were dark. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, a faint laugh emanating from deep within his chest:
"You're quite popular with boys, Poetic Sister."
The moment their eyes met, it was as if a cluster of sparks suddenly exploded, blooming into brilliant and colorful colors.
Meng Shiyi's breathing frequency was suddenly disrupted.
She tried to step back, but her heels hit the cold wall.
He Xilou reached out to her, pinched the white camellia by her ear with his thumb, and carefully arranged it for her.
Meng Shiyi was having trouble breathing, the temperature on her cheeks kept rising, and she couldn't help but ask softly:
"Could you please turn around?"
Her voice was trembling, her pink lips were like petals dripping with dew, and there was a layer of blush at the corners of her eyes, like a white rabbit with drooping ears.
So embarrassing.
"Okay." He Xilou turned slowly, his back facing her, his tone filled with casual and unrestrained energy.
It was not until the boy's footsteps outside gradually faded away that Meng Shiyi's heart slowly calmed down.
She breathed a sigh of relief and quietly opened the curtain a little.
Make sure no one is around.
She quickly pushed He Xilou's back and urged him softly, "You, you should get out quickly..."
It was as if she treated him as some kind of monster, avoiding him as much as possible, unwilling to look at him or stay with him for even a second longer.
He Xilou's eyes were filled with complex emotions, with a hint of helplessness and playfulness, he teased leisurely:
"So heartless, you're just going to throw it away after you're done using it?"
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