Chapter 196: Chapter 195 Sweet Torture
The alabaster streetlights illuminate the diamond-shaped colorful brick pavement underfoot. Shi Yang leans slightly forward, making Zhao Meimei more comfortable as he steadfastly walks home.
Zhao Meimei tightly hugs Shi Yang’s arm, snuggling her nose and mouth against his neck, lightly sniffing, feeling a stir in her heart, and firmly plants a kiss on his pulsating pulse.
Shi Yang slightly turns his head and asks, "Why did you kiss me?"
Zhao Meimei buries her face in Shi Yang’s shoulder, her lips curving into a mischievous smile: "I adore you."
Tenderness floods Shi Yang’s eyes: "How much do you adore me?"
Zhao Meimei hugs him and gives him another kiss: "Very much."
Shi Yang laughs aloud, his large hand moving directly from Zhao Meimei’s leg to her plump buttock, pinching it lightly.
Zhao Meimei bursts out laughing, squirming like a slippery fish on Shi Yang’s back: "Ouch ouch! Don’t pinch me!"
Shi Yang chuckles, turning his face: "If you give me another kiss, I won’t pinch you anymore."
Zhao Meimei’s eyes smile, squinting into a narrow line, her lips forming adorably fine pleats as she quickly kisses Shi Yang’s face, pleading, "Brother, if you pinch me again, I’ll slide off!"
Shi Yang adjusts her up by supporting her butt, playfully teasing, "I say, dear darling, could you eat a little less in the future? You’re almost flattening me."
Zhao Meimei’s hands dangle in front of Shi Yang’s chest, swaying, as she chuckles twice.
Shi Yang pats her butt: "You’re really chubby, all the food must have gone here."
Zhao Meimei’s legs hang down the side of Shi Yang, hearing this, she remains silent, deliberately lifting her leg to tightly grip Shi Yang’s waist, hanging like a koala on him, twisting and writhing.
Getting pinned by her unexpectedly, Shi Yang feels an itch both in his heart and hands, swiftly flipping his palm to reach inside the hem of her down jacket and pinching the ticklish flesh on Zhao Meimei’s waist.
"Oh! Hahaha..."
Zhao Meimei yelps in surprise, laughing from the tickle. As she’s grinning widely, her vision blurs as she feels her butt and thighs being lifted and pulled, moving her from Shi Yang’s back to his embrace.
In a panic, Zhao Meimei quickly clenches her legs tight and wraps her arms around Shi Yang’s neck, fearful of falling to the ground.
"Still want to mess around? Do you give in?"
Shi Yang’s voice is lazy, a low rasp escaping in heavy breaths between Zhao Meimei’s lips and chin.
Zhao Meimei clings to Shi Yang’s neck, their chests pressed together, faces close enough to hear their racing hearts even through the thick down jackets.
Gazing into Shi Yang’s dark, glistening eyes, intense affection surges within Zhao Meimei’s heart as she softly calls, "Brother."
Shi Yang chuckles with a hint of roguishness, his lips curving attractively: "Hmm?"
Staring infatuatedly at his breathtakingly handsome face, Zhao Meimei whispers, "I want to kiss you."
Shi Yang chuckles lightly, teasingly tilting his chin: "Don’t just say it, do it!"
Zhao Meimei beams, cupping Shi Yang’s face and lowering her head to kiss him.
Zhao Meimei rubs her lips twice but not satisfied, cautiously using her tongue tip to separate Shi Yang’s lips, venturing to reach inside.
Shi Yang squints slightly, observing Zhao Meimei’s tightly shut eyes, her lashes fluttering gently from excitement, a sense of indescribable thrill surfacing through his pores as warmth pulses through his lips.
Shi Yang holds Zhao Meimei’s butt with one hand, the other pressing her nape, his tongue instantly entwining hers, taking charge.
Zhao Meimei clings tightly to him, feeling the heavy weight and breathless sensation evoked by his vigorous passion.
Shi Yang holds Zhao Meimei close, using almost the same intense willpower it takes to resist tear gas and torture racks, he breaks the kiss, panting heavily, suppressing the frantic unease and heat below.
Shi Yang says, "This time I really can’t carry you anymore. Can you walk by yourself now?"
Zhao Meimei stands on the ground, unwilling to walk properly, clinging to Shi Yang’s arm, sweetly clinging.
Shi Yang wraps his arm around her shoulder, quickly adjusting the upright Little Yang pointing forward, sighing, muttering to himself, "Such sweet torment, if this continues, I might break my promise one day."
Zhao Meimei doesn’t understand, asking, "Hmm? Brother, what did you say?"
Shi Yang turns his head, staring deeply at Zhao Meimei, half-joking and half-seriously saying, "I said, I wish I could eat you up."
Zhao Meimei giggles foolishly, clearly missing the underlying meaning, smiling brightly: "You wouldn’t dare."
Shi Yang raises his hand, gently squeezing Zhao Meimei’s face twice with his thumb and finger, "Of course I wouldn’t dare."
Shi Yang sighs deeply with a sense of helplessness, saying with great emotion, "I really wish you could grow up overnight."
Yet Zhao Meimei cannot grow up overnight as Shi Yang hopes, so he can only silently confine himself to the bathroom, using his hands to relieve the intense pressure, empty the chamber, lying alone on the bed, staring at the bedroom wall, resisting the urge to enter, desperately self-hypnotizing, forcing himself to sleep.
On the last day of winter break, Shi Yang cancels all his work to spend a sweet, intimate day at home with Zhao Meimei, enjoying happy yet fleeting moments before the school term commences the next day.
Finally entering the second half of the sophomore year, the study atmosphere for preparation becomes tense and intense all of a sudden.
Morning self-study starts at seven, eight classes a day, plus two self-study sessions, with school now ending at nine, and tutoring from nine-thirty to eleven-thirty.
Zhao Meimei leaves home every day with her backpack at six forty-five and returns home at eleven forty at night.
The tutoring classroom previously in an old neighborhood happens to have relocated to the same neighborhood as Shi Yang’s house, just one building apart.
The proximity of home instantly becomes apparent.
Among classmates sneaking breakfast in class, Zhao Meimei is refreshingly studying concepts and memorizing vocabulary. After tutoring, while everyone drags themselves in a daze or hurries home by car or foot, Zhao Meimei turns a corner with Shi Yang and enters home, sipping a cup of hot milk, completing half a test paper by the time others are rushing home, allowing her to rest earlier and occasionally receive a sweet goodnight kiss.
Even though Zhao Meimei is stuck in school every day, leaving early and returning late, she remains happy. As long as she can see Shi Yang and stay with him, even if just a little warmth, it fills her with happiness.