Chapter 223: Chapter 222: Plans Can’t Keep Up with Changes (Part 2)
Zhao Meimei: "..."
Shi Yang tugged the corners of his mouth into a smile, his eyes slightly narrowed, tracing Zhao Meimei’s face inch by inch.
When their eyes met in the air, Zhao Meimei’s heart immediately started racing, her mouth dry, her entire body coursing with boiling blood.
Shi Yang reached out, playfully pinching Zhao Meimei’s chin: "I’ve been gone so long. Did you miss me?"
His warm breath hit Zhao Meimei’s face. No matter how she listened, it sounded like a flirtatious tease between lovers. Her heart trembled, her grip on her clothes relaxed, and she reached around to hug Shi Yang’s waist.
Shi Yang tilted his head down slightly but didn’t immediately kiss Zhao Meimei. Instead, he gazed at her with an especially alluring look.
How could Zhao Meimei resist Shi Yang’s charm? She hugged his waist tightly, her lips moving forward, unable to resist kissing his chin, slightly tiptoeing to press her lips to his.
Having not been intimate for over a week, the moment Zhao Meimei kissed him, it was electric. Both of them shuddered, their minds swirling and dizzy, breathless, their brains a complete blank, relying on instinct as they frantically tugged at each other’s clothes and collapsed onto the bed together in an embrace.
That night, Shi Yang was all over Zhao Meimei, keeping her up until midnight. Her lower abdomen to her thighs were all painfully burning. She hissed and let Shi Yang wipe her down with a hot towel.
When everything was tidied up, Shi Yang held her, snuggling together under the warm covers to rest.
Zhao Meimei was truly exhausted, both tired and satisfied, full from food and drink, sinking into sleep. Comfortably nestled in Shi Yang’s embrace, she quickly drifted off, dreaming sweetly, completely forgetting about the nearly scraped sore spot between her legs, and intertwined with Shi Yang like a koala bear.
Shi Yang encircled Zhao Meimei in his arms, fondly kissing her forehead and face, dreaming peacefully through the night.
The next day, as dawn broke, the household alarm clock dragged them out of sleep. Zhao Meimei crawled out from under the blankets, only to be hit by the cold air, forcing her back in. She tucked her neck in, reached out an arm to turn off the alarm, and quickly burrowed back under.
Shi Yang also woke up, wrapping an arm around Zhao Meimei’s waist, his voice hoarse with the unique morning rasp: "What time is it?"
Zhao Meimei glanced at the clock: "Five fifty-five."
Shi Yang grunted, burying his face in Zhao Meimei’s neck, reluctant to leave the warmth: "Let’s lie for another five minutes, then get up."
That turned into them waking up again only at seven.
Zhao Meimei, now fully awake and realizing the time, jumped out of bed hurriedly and rushed into the bathroom to freshen up at the fastest speed.
Shi Yang lazily got up, put on clothes, and went to the kitchen to scrounge for breakfast food.
Zhao Meimei rushed out of the bathroom, back to the bedroom to change clothes, complaining as she zipped up her school uniform: "Brother, Christmas has passed already."
Shi Yang stuffed breakfast into Zhao Meimei’s backpack and reached over to pull her into a hug.
Zhao Meimei glared at him: "You promised a date, a movie, dinner, and photos, and none of it happened..."
Shi Yang held Zhao Meimei’s face in his hands, bent down to silence her chattering lips with a kiss, then expertly deepened the morning kiss. Only after kissing her thoroughly did he satisfyingly pat her butt: "Baby, hurry up, you’re already late!"
The kiss left Zhao Meimei’s mind reeling, quickly forgetting her earlier indignation. She hurriedly put on her coat and rushed out the door with Shi Yang.
The first class in the morning was English. The teacher, standing at the podium holding a recorder, led the class in a listening exercise.
Zhao Meimei squirmed restlessly as if there were nails on her seat, causing the chair to occasionally make a scraping noise against the floor.
The student in front frowned disapprovingly and cleared their throat, leaving Zhao Meimei enduring it with difficulty. Finally, getting through the listening exercise, she hastily shifted position again.
Last night, Shi Yang was too rough; her skin near her thighs was chafed and a bit raw—any touch was painful. Sitting rigidly on the chair for long periods left her in shared pain and itching, unbearable.
Just as Zhao Meimei sat through the discomfort, Zhang Zhao strolled into the classroom from outside. The English teacher grabbed him for a couple of scolding sentences before he walked indifferently to his seat, throwing the black plastic bag he was carrying onto Zhao Meimei’s desk as he walked by.
Zhao Meimei was startled, looking up at him.
Zhang Zhao said, "I ran into your brother at the school building entrance and he asked me to bring this for you."
The English teacher reprimanded from the podium: "Zhang Zhao, get back to your seat! Don’t disturb other students’ learning!"
Zhang Zhao sauntered back to his seat.
Zhao Meimei opened the plastic bag to find a large plush pillow and a small box of anti-inflammatory pain relief patches.
Zhao Meimei put the medicine box in her desk and used the pillow to cushion her seat, the soft feel immediately alleviating much of the pressing pain.
During the break, Zhao Meimei went to the bathroom with the pain patches, locked herself in a stall, took off her pants, and awkwardly applied the patches to her red and swollen thigh area.
When she opened the medicine box, she found a note stuffed inside. The handwriting was neat and powerful, clearly Shi Yang’s: Use the pillow as a seat cushion, apply the patches yourself, I went a bit overboard last night. Next time, I’ll be careful. Eat lightly at school; I’ll make you hotpot for dinner.
Zhao Meimei relaxed her brows, the little grievance and complaint born from the pain dissipated with a few lines on the note.
She opened the patch, using her chin to hold up the obstructive edge of her clothing, stretching her neck, inhaling sharply in pain while fumbling to apply the patch on the sore spot.
After smoothing it out herself, she pulled up her pants and returned to the class.
The entire day, Zhao Meimei was enveloped in an inexplicable sensation of coolness. The previous pressing pain was replaced with a chilly, tingly numbness, barely tolerable.
Since that day, it was like they went back in time, living monastic lives. Shi Yang worried about injury, opting for self-control and abstinence.
Zhao Meimei grudgingly endured along with him.
The problem is, this isn’t something that can be truly restrained by willpower. Besides, Zhao Meimei never thought she had any willpower to begin with.
Shi Yang had a mild obsession with cleanliness, insisting on a shower every day, no matter how busy.
Recently, with a store manager overseeing things in the provincial capital, and Bai Xinyu occasionally helping to supervise, Shi Yang devoted his energy to researching maternal and infant products. After all, crossing into a new industry is a steep learning curve, and there was plenty for him to learn.
In addition to gathering extensive information online daily, he also made time to go to the Naughty Castle for market research, staying busy and fulfilled from dawn till dusk.