Chapter 150: Chapter 149: Let One’s Imagination Run Wild
Shi Yang reached out and held Zhao Meimei’s hand, his voice hoarse with a warning: "Stop moving around!"
Zhao Meimei was not willing to listen, playfully teasing him, she wrapped her arms around Shi Yang’s neck, her body pressing down, locking her legs around Shi Yang’s thigh, pinning him down, freeing a hand to tickle Shi Yang’s side.
Shi Yang dodged, Zhao Meimei clung on, the two intertwined, twisting into a heap.
Zhao Meimei’s pajama pants were wrapped underneath Shi Yang’s leg, the waistband hanging loosely on her hips, revealing half of her rounded, plush cheeks encased in white cotton panties.
When Shi Yang was supporting her, his large hand unintentionally slid down, directly pressing on top, half of his fingers pressed against the smooth, tender skin, bouncing back, it felt incredible to touch.
Shi Yang’s chest heaved violently, his Adam’s apple moving, flames flickered in his eyes, he hummed softly: "Seriously, stop it!"
Zhao Meimei was just focused on messing with him, she hadn’t heard clearly at all, trying to free her hand from his grip, she hazily asked: "Huh?"
Shi Yang said nothing this time, tightening his grip on Zhao Meimei’s rounded little bum.
This was Zhao Meimei’s first real contact with Shi Yang’s manliness, and she was completely stunned, the hardness pushing against her abdomen made her dizzy, this tactic was more effective than any other, in her panic Zhao Meimei crawled off Shi Yang quickly and glanced down.
Upon seeing the shape protruding from Shi Yang’s pajama pants, her face immediately felt awkward; she scrambled off to the side, flushed red, breathless, unable to speak.
Shi Yang lay there motionless, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Zhao Meimei’s heart was racing uncontrollably; she did it intentionally, to mess with Shi Yang, to stir things up. Ever since that last kiss with Shi Yang, a relentless itch had been in her heart, yearning to get closer to him, wanting him to kiss and hold her again, just like those scenes she read in little books, offering herself wholeheartedly.
Her mind burned with the fire she started, but now it truly ignited, making her flustered and clueless as to what to do next.
Shi Yang spread his long legs, reached down, adjusting his crotch to calm the overly excited Little Yang, slowly settling down.
Unfortunately, it had little effect, Shi Yang forced himself to gather the last shred of sanity, climbing off the bed, taking a deep breath, his voice hoarse: "Don’t study too late, get some sleep.".
Finishing his words, he practically fled from Zhao Meimei’s bedroom.
Zhao Meimei lay on the bed, her face red, motionless, watching Shi Yang’s figure disappear from the door. Watching him go made her chuckle, deeply delighted, she buried her face in the blanket, rubbing it hard for a while before getting up to return to her study desk.
That night, Zhao Meimei held her exercise books, but didn’t read a single word, the recent intimacy clouding her thoughts, keeping her up half the night.
The next morning, she entered the classroom with noticeable dark circles under her eyes, waved to Xu Xu for homework, scribbling furiously, as she was thoroughly immersed in copying, a package of sandwich cookies landed on her desk.
Zhao Meimei looked up, first noticing the waistband then gazing upwards to see the face, she waved her hand nonchalantly and continued writing.
Zhang Zhao glanced at the half-completed homework and asked, "The class president didn’t do homework? That’s unlike you. Doing something bad last night, huh?"
Zhang Zhao didn’t leave after speaking, standing by the desk, waiting for Zhao Meimei to respond.
After the incident where Zhao Meimei and Zhang Zhao rescued Wang Jiayue, they somehow became nodding acquaintances; they didn’t usually hang out together, but whenever buying snacks or drinks, they never forgot to save some for each other, seeking help when needed, not bothering when not.
Every time Zhang Zhao teased Zhao Meimei, she would unhesitatingly retort, neither taking offense, their quarrels and banter actually strengthened their friendship, and whether calling each other buddies or close pals, Zhao Meimei once mentioned this to Shi Yang at home, and Shi Yang concluded it might be mutual appreciation.
With one sentence, he defined their relationship as pure friendship, rather than any romantic attraction between genders.
Zhao Meimei always followed Shi Yang’s guidance, she felt that was how it should be, so she became even more straightforward with Zhang Zhao.
Zhang Zhao stood by Zhao Meimei’s desk for a couple of seconds, seeing she hadn’t responded, surprised, he was about to further provoke for a scolding but Robber Hao happened to visit the class during morning self-study.
Zhang Zhao noticed from the corner of his eye, and quickly returned to his seat with his long legs.
Zhao Meimei, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed, finally finished her homework, let out a long sigh, and the thrill buried in her heart resurfaced immediately.
She couldn’t help but recall again and again the feeling of being intimately wrapped with Shi Yang last night, her heart pounding wildly, and the moment Shi Yang tightly clasped her, letting her experience the strong collision.
Zhao Meimei buried her head in the book, her ears flushed red, she bit her lip, unable to stop herself from grinning foolishly.
While the English teacher turned to copy notes on the blackboard, a paper ball was thrown from the back row, accurately hitting Zhao Meimei’s head.
Zhao Meimei flinched, turning abruptly, meeting Zhang Zhao’s gaze.
She quickly checked the podium to confirm the teacher hadn’t noticed, hurriedly bent down to pick up the paper ball.
Before she could unfold it, Zhang Zhao called from his seat: "Teacher, I need to go to the bathroom."
The English teacher glanced at him and nodded: "Go ahead."
Zhang Zhao stood up and walked out of the classroom.
Zhao Meimei opened the paper ball, inside were two words: Follow along.
Zhao Meimei was speechless, she tossed the paper ball into the desk, and raised her hand: "Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom too."
The English teacher saw it was her, nodded: "Go ahead." then hurriedly said to prevent others from joining, "Anyone else needs to wait for their return, class is about to end anyway."
When Zhao Meimei chased out of the classroom, she saw Zhang Zhao waiting at the stairwell corner, so she sprinted over.
Zhang Zhao led her directly to the big wall on the side of the school, where there was an iron gate, and with skilled movements, Zhang Zhao climbed onto the fence, using the iron spikes above to leap over effortlessly, not even scratching his uniform.