The hot pot was bubbling and steaming, the red oil was boiling, and the aroma of chili peppers filled the entire courtyard.
Zhang Shaozhong sat with the aloof and ethereal Ling Qingxue on his left and the alluring and fiery Ye Meier on his right. This hotpot meal gave him a mix of hot and cold sensations, leaving him with a complex yet secretly delightful feeling.
Night Enchantress was clearly still basking in the glory of her "domination" at the arcade today and that public kiss.
She picked up a piece of tripe, dipped it in the oil sauce, but didn't eat it right away. Instead, she turned to the side and nudged Zhang Shaozhong with her elbow, her eyes filled with seductive allure.
"Hey, Mr./Ms. Landlord, how was my day at the arcade? Did your heart nearly jump out of your chest?"
As she spoke, she deliberately licked her red lips and glanced provocatively at Ling Qingxue opposite her.
Zhang Shaozhong, who had a piece of beef stuffed in his mouth, almost choked when he heard this. His cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, and he stammered, "Big...Big sister...we're eating, don't mention that..."
"Tch, what's there to be embarrassed about?"
Ye Meier pouted in dissatisfaction, then suddenly put down her chopsticks and leaned in as if she had no bones. She wrapped her arms around Zhang Shaozhong's arm, practically hanging on him, and breathed sweetly, "What? You're only allowed to pretend to be aloof and hook your finger with me, but I'm not allowed to express my 'affection'?"
The rich fragrance emanating from her, mingling with the steam from the hot pot, wafted into Zhang Shaozhong's nostrils. The soft touch on his arm made his blood boil, and he felt a little dizzy.
Ling Qingxue sat opposite, quietly eating the vegetables in her bowl, seemingly oblivious to the commotion.
However, her fingers gripping the chopsticks tightened slightly.
Seeing that Ling Qingxue didn't react, Ye Meier became even bolder.
She leaned closer to Zhang Shaozhong and, taking advantage of his inattention, quickly and accurately kissed him on the cheek with a "pop"!
The sound was crisp and clear, leaving a faint lip print.
"Hehe, here's my stamp! From now on, you're mine!"
Nightshade proudly announced, like a little fox who had stolen a chicken.
Zhang Shaozhong froze completely!
The spot on my face that was kissed felt like it was on fire, burning hot!
He could clearly feel the soft touch and the lingering moisture.
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat!
He glanced at Ling Qingxue instinctively, his eyes filled with a hint of panic and...guilt?
Ling Qingxue finally put down her chopsticks.
She raised her eyes, her cool gaze first sweeping over the clear lip print on Zhang Shaozhong's face, then lightly landing on Ye Meier's face, which was filled with "I won".
There was no cold rebuke or displeasure as expected.
She stood up, her movements still elegant and composed, but her cold eyes, like a frozen lake, lightly swept over Ye Meier's arm around Zhang Shaozhong and the striking red lipstick mark on Zhang Shaozhong's face.
Zhang Shaozhong's heart skipped a beat, and he felt the temperature of the surrounding air drop several degrees.
Oh no, the fairy is angry!
Ling Qingxue walked around the table to Zhang Shaozhong's side. Without saying a word, she simply stretched out her fair, slender, jade-like fingers and pulled out a tissue.
Under the somewhat astonished gazes of Zhang Shaozhong and Ye Meier, she bent down slightly and carefully and gently wiped the red lipstick mark on Zhang Shaozhong's face, as well as the little oil stain next to it, cleaned it completely with a tissue.
Her fingers were slightly cool, and when they touched his skin through the damp cloth, they brought a tingling sensation.
Her movements were light and focused, as if she were polishing a precious piece of porcelain.
The fingertips occasionally brushed against Zhang Shaozhong's skin, carrying a slightly cool touch, but it felt like he was struck by an electric current, and his whole body went numb.
Ye Meier was also stunned. Her hand, which was wrapped around Zhang Shaozhong's arm, loosened slightly involuntarily. She frowned and looked at Ling Qingxue: "What are you doing, you hypocrite?"
Ling Qingxue ignored her until she had completely wiped away the lipstick mark before withdrawing her hand and gently placing the used tissue on the table.
Then, under the even more shocked gazes of Zhang Shaozhong and Ye Meier, she leaned down slightly, her icy blue eyes reflecting Zhang Shaozhong's stunned face, and then gently and accurately pressed her pale pink, slightly cool lips onto the spot that had just been wiped clean.
Instantly separate.
Like snowflakes falling on warm skin, melting instantly, leaving only a cool and soft touch and a faint, refreshing plum fragrance.
Zhang Shaozhong was completely petrified!
My mind went blank, with only the cool, soft touch on my face amplifying and echoing in my mind!
Ye Meier's eyes widened and her mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg!
She pointed at Ling Qingxue, stammering for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence: "You...you...you're such a hypocrite...!"
Ling Qingxue straightened up, still with that aloof and indifferent expression, as if she wasn't the one who had taken the initiative to kiss her (albeit on the cheek).
She picked up her chopsticks, sat down again, and calmly watched the bubbling red oil in the pot. In her unique, clear, and icy voice, she offered a brief explanation:
"My face is oily and not clean."
Night Enchantress: "???"
Zhang Shaozhong: "!!!"
Your face is oily! Just wipe it off!
What's the big deal about a kiss?! Is it for disinfection?!
Ye Meier was so angry she almost overturned the table. She stood up abruptly and pointed at Ling Qingxue: "You're a hypocrite! You're cheating! You're copying me!"
Ling Qingxue didn't even lift her eyelids, picked up a slice of lotus root, and ate it slowly and deliberately: "Learn from you? I'm just a clean person."
"Aijie, why did you kiss him?!"
Night Enchantress was about to go crazy.
"Make sure it's clean."
Ling Qingxue answered confidently, but the slight redness at the base of her ears betrayed her inner turmoil.
Sitting between the two, Zhang Shaozhong felt the strange sensation lingering on his face—one side hot and the other cold. Looking at the witch on his left, who was jumping up and down in anger, and the fairy on his right, who was trying to remain calm but whose ears were flushed red, he felt like he was about to faint from happiness, and at the same time, he felt like he was about to be torn apart by this bizarre battleground!
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to ease the tension, but found his throat so dry he couldn't make a sound.
In the end, he could only silently and mechanically pick up a large piece of meat with his chopsticks, stuff it into his mouth, and mumble indistinctly:
"Eat...eat...the meat is almost overcooked..."
But inside, I was screaming wildly:
These days... are so exciting!
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