Chapter 327

Sleeping in the same bed... it sounds like the prelude to sex in some doujinshi or novel. "Found it..." biu Hua Xin took out a clean, neat buckwheat pillow and casually tossed it at Xia Yan, attempting to use it to completely subdue him, who was taking up most of the bed. Unfortunately for him, Xia Yan caught the pillow and placed it neatly next to his own, his smile barely concealed. He obediently cleared half of the blanket he was using for Hua Xin, who was about to lie down. Xia Yan, was very familiar with the quantity of various items in his grandfather's house. This room, usually used as a guest room, was practically unoccupied except when he stayed for a few days during the New Year. Grandpa usually spends Chinese New Year with Xia Zhongshan, and after New Year's Eve, he returns home alone. Xia Fen usually goes back with him for a couple more days before spending the rest of the holiday with him. For the elderly, one set of bedding is enough, and one set is sufficient for the guest room. So, are there any extra blankets in the house? The answer is... "No blankets?" Hua Xin frowned slightly, looking at the wardrobe—besides some clothes clearly for children, a pillow, and a summer mat and pillow—there was nothing else. She couldn't help but ask. "Eh..." "It seems there aren't any extra blankets." Xia Yan deliberately feigned regret, frowning as if he was puzzled and saddened that the girl didn't have extra blankets. It was truly heartbreaking!! How could Grandpa be so mean, not even preparing a couple more blankets? This meant he and Hua Xin had to share a blanket, and the blanket was small, barely big enough for both of them. To get a snuger, they'd have to be very close together. "..." Looking at Xia Yan's expressive face, Hua Xin wanted to say a lot, but couldn't utter a word. Xia Yan was still bowing his head as always, and in a very cute way. Well... after all, guys who haven't experienced that kind of thing in a long time often have some sexual repression, and they might have a natural, subconscious desire and expectation of holding a soft, fragrant girl. Sigh... "One blanket is fine, I need to change." A rustling sound came, as if a scene from an anime had suddenly appeared before Xia Yan. Hua Xin didn't care about sharing a bed with Xia Yan, so she didn't care even more about sharing a blanket, but for Xia Yan, it meant a very different thing. When dealing with someone you like, the thoughts driven by "desire" and "emotion" are different. One is "following primal impulses," and the other is "liking her." Perhaps when someone truly likes someone, they won't have those erotic thoughts? Upon hearing Hua Xin's words, Xia Yan immediately and gentlemanly covered his eyes with his hands, as if silently telling Hua Xin, "A gentleman like him would never peek, please change your clothes without worry." If you ignore the gaps between Xia Yan's fingers covering his face... well, he takes back what he said earlier. Although it was called changing clothes, it was really just Hua Xin changing her usual long-sleeved sweater into a short-sleeved one. This winter, she unusually spent money on new clothes. After all, now that she could earn her own money and didn't need to worry about housing, she should spend some of the money she had always been reluctant to spend to prepare for winter. Then Hua Xin bought this gray-black wool sweater. Although she didn't know if it was real wool, it was at least very warm to wear, whether under a down jacket or indoors. She also didn't forget Xia Yan; although she didn't know his exact size, if she bought the wrong one, she could just make a couple more trips to exchange it. Both sweaters were gray-black, making them look like a unique kind of couple's outfit. In Xia Yan's view, only the straps of a bra were visible on the girl's back, followed by her slender, smooth back. Her skin, under the soft light of the room, radiated a milky smoothness. The lines from her shoulders to her waist were incredibly smooth, without an ounce of excess fat. From any angle, it was a perfect figure, the kind that only a model who strictly controls her diet and does things like yoga and fitness could have. (But in a sense, Hua Xin was also controlling her diet.) However, Xia Yan's undisguised voyeurism quickly ended with the short sleeves that only revealed her arms. "Want to see the front?" "Yes." Hearing the girl's slightly seductive voice, Xia Yan, still savoring the scene from before, subconsciously nodded and answered firmly. "Oh?" Hua Xin stared at Xia Yan thoughtfully, then slowly bent down and leaned on the bed, inching closer to him like a Xia Yan Chun Qiu. Her slightly open neckline allowed a glimpse of her increasingly close white skin with just a slight tilt of her head, and Xia Yan did indeed lower his head. Under the covers, Xia Yan didn't show anything unusual, but in reality, he wasn't. His heart was just racing. Even when reviewing exam papers, his gaze wasn't this focused and attentive, but now, faced with Hua Xin's mysterious allure, it was as if he had a locator in his brain, or a lock on while playing an FPS game—he couldn't even move the mouse to attack someone because the cheat automatically locked onto what he was supposed to lock onto. The girl's cascading hair fell like a waterfall, gently brushing and caressing Xia Yan's face like feathers, creating a subtle, ticklish sensation. But Xia Yan didn't feel an itch on his skin; it was an itch in his heart. They were very close, Hua Xin practically pressed against Xia Yan, face to face. Hua Xin was on top, and Xia Yan was on the bottom, separated only by a blanket and their respective clothes. Hua Xin's face was slightly flushed; the experience of witnessing a scene she had only seen in literature was completely different from experiencing it firsthand. She was now above Xia Yan, and unless she closed her eyes, she would always see his face. But even in this somewhat ambiguous atmosphere, Xia Yan was still trying to look at his chest. "... Are you a jerk, Xia Yan?!" Hua Xin, her face Red Temperature, leaned one hand on Xia Yan's chest. Then, emboldened by some unknown source, or perhaps for some inexplicable sudden impulse, she lowered her head and bit Xia Yan's lips. Xia Yan, who had been admiring the beautiful scenery, instinctively wrapped his arms around the girl's gradually weakening waist and neck after the attack, a fleeting glint of triumph in his eyes. Their bodies gradually shifted from one on top of the other to embracing on either side of the bed. Only when one of them was out of breath did she, her face slightly red, toss her long hair as she got off the bed and turned off the room's lights. Silence returned to the room once more; nothing more was done.