This was the second time Xia Jinshu had entered Song Yunshen's bedroom.
Standing by the bed, looking at the three pieces of clothing she had placed on the bed, Xia Jinshu took a deep breath as the school uniform and trousers fell to the floor. She couldn't help but hug herself and rub her arms.
She still remembered the first time she walked into Song Yunshen's bedroom; it must have been on her mother's birthday, which was also Song Yunshen's mother's birthday.
Song Yunshen was upset after learning that Song Mingyuan had secretly undergone surgery. He fell asleep as soon as he got home in the afternoon and had a nightmare.
Xia Jinshu couldn't contact him at the time, so she used her special password to enter the house. After searching around the house, she heard Song Yunshen's cries from her nightmare, and then she barged into his bedroom without permission.
Thinking of this, Xia Jinshu slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, recalling how Song Yunshen opened his eyes from a nightmare, her eyes momentarily dazed.
Come to think of it... he usually takes off from this bed, doesn't he?
Xia Jinshu's mind suddenly shifted, and she thought of this matter. Two blushes immediately rose on her face, and she shyly covered her face.
What am I even thinking?!
She quickly reached out and first put on the white shirt, buttoning it up one by one. Then she slowly put on the black stockings, adjusted them, and got up to change into the bodycon skirt.
After changing into this outfit, Xia Jinshu's face became even more flushed. She gently tucked her hair behind her ear and nervously swallowed.
She glanced around, looking for a mirror, but couldn't find one. So she took out her phone, turned on the camera, and looked herself up and down.
After much deliberation, Xia Jinshu pursed her lips, silently unbuttoned the top button of her white shirt, straightened her collar, and revealed a glimpse of her fair collarbone.
She then rolled up her long sleeves slightly, revealing a section of her fair and delicate arm, and adjusted the height of her bodycon skirt.
After making these minor adjustments, Xia Jinshu took a deep breath, opened her schoolbag again, and took out two items from it.
One is an eyeglasses case.
The other was a pair of shoes.
A pair of high heels
Xia Jinshu first opened the glasses case, put on the frameless glasses that Song Yunshen had given her, gently pushed the frames up, and looked at her reflection in the phone again. Her vision was much clearer now.
Then she turned her gaze to the high heels, pursed her lips, and slowly slid her two feet, encased in black stockings, into the shoes.
Of course, she didn't wear high heels.
Therefore, the owner of these shoes is obviously obvious.
This morning, after getting up, while Xia Yunuo and Yan Zhenxia were out, she secretly stuffed the new outfit and black stockings, along with the pair of high heels that originally belonged to Yan Zhenxia, into the bottom of her schoolbag and hid them before taking them to school. During the day at school, she was still worried, afraid that someone would find out that she had brought these things to school.
Finally dressed in the clothes she had prepared for so long, Xia Jinshu looked at her reflection in her phone and felt her heart pounding wildly; she could almost hear it beating.
She clenched her fists tightly, took several deep breaths, and finally calmed herself down a little. She tentatively put on her high heels and walked back and forth in Song Yunshen's bedroom a couple of times.
It's a little small...
Xia Jinshu is 1.74 meters tall, which is very tall for a girl. Naturally, her shoe size is not as small as her younger sisters', probably size 38.
In comparison, Xia Kening's feet are only size 36, while Xia Yunuo's are even smaller, only size 35.
Although Yan Zhenxia's size wasn't as small as her two younger daughters', it was still only size 37, which Xia Jinshu could barely fit into.
Fortunately, I don't need to walk very far in these heels anyway; they're just for show, so the size being a little small doesn't matter much.
Xia Jinshu walked back and forth a few more times to make sure her feet could handle the tightness, then nodded at herself in the phone camera, quite satisfied.
After confirming that she had finished changing, Xia Jinshu took a few deep breaths and looked at the bedroom door. Just as she was about to muster up the courage to go out, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, reminding her of something.
She looked around Song Yunshen's bedroom, her gaze landing on the bookshelf beside him. She examined it with a hint of curiosity, but couldn't find a notebook that looked more like a diary.
So she tentatively reached under the desk and pulled on the three drawers. The top one was locked, and the remaining two drawers only contained odds and ends; the diary was still nowhere to be seen. "It looks like it's in this drawer..." Xia Jinshu's gaze locked onto the locked drawer, and she muttered to herself.
She didn't really intend to peek at Song Yunshen's diary; after all, if she really wanted to, she could just wait until she got home that night.
It was just a moment of curiosity; I really wanted to compare it with Song Yunshen's diary entries to confirm whether the diary I usually saw was truly written by Song Yunshen.
But since it's locked, let's just leave it at that.
After all, it's impolite to snoop on other people's privacy.
Xia Jinshu definitely wouldn't have done this if the target wasn't this wicked son.
Xia Jinshu bit her lip lightly, temporarily abandoning the idea, and finally turned around to face the bedroom door.
But when it came time to actually go out and see Song Yunshen, the thought that he would soon see her dressed like this made Xia Jinshu pause for a moment as she gripped the doorknob.
She took out her phone and thought for a moment. Instead of rushing out, she sent a message to Song Yunshen.
[ Xia Jinshu ]: Where are you now?
[ Song Yunshen ]: The living room? What's wrong?
[ Xia Jinshu ]: Can you close your eyes first? No peeking! You can only look when I say you can open your eyes. [ Song Yunshen ]: Is it that mysterious?
[ Xia Jinshu ]: Anyway, you have to agree first, otherwise I won't go out.
[ Song Yunshen ]: Is there really such a good thing? Is Teacher Xia planning to stay at my place tonight?
When Xia Jinshu saw him teasing her like this, her cheeks flushed red, and the scene of her staying overnight here flashed through her mind, making her feel weak all over.
That rascal, is he thinking about taking off again?
[ Xia Jinshu ]: Don't tease the teacher, or I won't give you the surprise.
[ Song Yunshen ]: Okay, okay, I'll listen to my teacher and close my eyes now.
[ Xia Jinshu ]: I'm coming out now, did you close your eyes?
[ Song Yunshen ]: It's already closed.
[ Xia Jinshu ]: You're lying! How can you reply to my messages if you're logged off?
[ Song Yunshen ]: This time I'm really shutting down! I'm not replying after sending this message!
Sitting on the living room sofa, Song Yunshen looked at his phone. After sending the message, he simply tossed the phone onto the coffee table and silently closed his eyes. Since Xia Jinshu had made such a request, he saw no need to cheat. With his eyes completely closed, he waited for Xia Jinshu to come and reveal the surprise she had prepared.
A person's hearing becomes more acute when their eyes are closed.
A short while later, Song Yunshen clearly heard the sound of a door opening coming from the direction of his bedroom.
The sound of the door opening and closing was followed by a series of crisp footsteps.
Pat, pat, pat.
Upon hearing the footsteps, Song Yunshen immediately realized that it was definitely not the sound of slippers.
He couldn't help but feel a little curious, wondering where Xia Jinshu got the shoes from.
But he had no time to think. As the footsteps drew near and a fragrant breeze wafted by, Song Yunshen realized that Xia Jinshu had arrived in front of him.
This is a unique fragrance emanating from Xia Jinshu, like the aroma of tea that has drifted far away, with a hint of herbal fragrance, very fresh and elegant.
Song Yunshen was filled with curiosity and wanted to know what surprise Xia Jinshu had prepared, but he was too embarrassed to secretly open his eyes to peek. He could only suppress his curiosity and wait for Xia Jinshu to give the order to allow him to open his eyes.
But Xia Jinshu wasn't in a hurry to make him open his eyes. After coming to Song Yunshen's side, she took a deep breath, but she couldn't calm her wildly beating heart at all.
She didn't know what she was thinking, but looking at Song Yunshen who was sitting obediently on the sofa with his eyes closed, she said to him as if possessed, "Hold out your hand." "Huh?" Song Yunshen looked puzzled, but still obediently followed Teacher Xia's guidance and held out his right hand.
"Class is starting now." Xia Jinshu bit her lip, feeling crazy about her current thoughts, but she couldn't control herself with reason. Instead, she reached out, took Song Yunshen's right hand, slowly raised it, and placed it on her white shirt. "What's this?"
"Uh..." Song Yunshen was momentarily speechless. His fingers lightly traced Xia Jinshu's clothes, too embarrassed to press too hard, giving them a couple of tentative touches before asking tentatively, "Clues?"
"Hmm... it's not entirely wrong." Xia Jinshu felt she was going a little crazy, but she still tried to control her slightly trembling voice and continued, "This is an ite sirt, or ite blse, which is a term specifically for women's shirts."
Song Yunshen swallowed hard, finally realizing something. He couldn't help but picture Xia Jinshu in her school uniform today. He then silently took off her upper body and changed her into a white shirt.
hiss...
What does it mean if it's a little stimulating?
If the upper body has been changed, then wouldn't that mean...?
Xia Jinshu didn't keep him waiting any longer. Taking his right hand, she slowly moved it down, gently touching the fabric of his pencil skirt, and continued to ask, "And what is this?"
Song Yunshen felt a slight numbness in his right hand as he touched the fabric of the dress, unable to speak for a moment.
He wasn't intentionally trying to linger, but his mind was just a bit blank. As he groped around, he mentally imagined taking off Xia Jinshu's school trousers and simulating what the skirt would look like.
Skirt... skirt... how do you say skirt in English again?
It was a very simple word, but Song Yunshen couldn't recall it for a moment. After racking his brains for a while, he finally came up with the answer, "Skirt!"
"Yes, that's great!" Xia Jinshu tried to raise her voice as much as possible to make the tremor in her voice less noticeable. "But to be more specific, it should be called a pencil skirt, or a bodycon skirt in Chinese."
A bodycon skirt... This is actually a bodycon skirt!?
The skirt that Song Yunshen had imagined in his mind instantly transformed into a bodycon skirt paired with a white shirt, which made him freeze instantly.
Is this the surprise Xia Jinshu was talking about?
This is such a wonderful surprise!
But when exactly will I be able to open my eyes?
Letting him touch me like this is really... well, it seems alright as it is now.
Song Yunshen's heart began to race. Suddenly, he didn't want to open his eyes too soon. He felt he could stay in this state a little longer.
Xia Jinshu had no idea what he was thinking, but since the lesson wasn't over yet, she certainly wouldn't let Song Yunshen open his eyes.
Holding Song Yunshen's right hand, Xia Jinshu continued to guide him, moving his palm downwards until it touched the smooth black stockings. "What's this?" Xia Jinshu felt her legs go weak and she almost lost her balance. She pursed her lips and continued to ask.
"This, this..." Song Yunshen, his words stammering, unable to speak for a moment.
Are these stockings?
These must be stockings!
He often touched Xia Kening's stockings; the feel of them was definitely top-notch.
But are they white stockings or black stockings?
In Song Yunshen's mind, Xia Jinshu kept changing the style and color of the stockings, finally settling on black stockings.
Paired with a white shirt and a pencil skirt, black stockings are definitely the way to go, right?
"I'm asking you a question." Xia Jinshu felt Song Yunshen caress, and her whole body felt hot and burning. But this guy just touched her without saying a word, which made her even more embarrassed and annoyed.
"Hmm... I'm still thinking... Let me think..." Song Yunshen felt a dryness in his throat. He racked his brains for a long time but couldn't remember memorizing any words related to stockings.
After all, this wasn't among the vocabulary words that high school students were required to memorize, so it's normal that Song Yunshen couldn't think of it.
Xia Jinshu couldn't let him keep touching her like that, so after waiting a while, she finally took the initiative to ask, "These are 'tits,' what does that mean in Chinese?" "Stockings!" Song Yunshen blurted out.
"Very clever." Xia Jinshu couldn't help but smile when she saw his answer so readily. "So, what color stockings do you think the teacher is wearing right now?"
"Black?" Song Yunshen asked tentatively.
"Great job, you guessed right." Xia Jinshu praised with a smile, "Now it's time to answer the teacher's last question. Please describe the teacher's current attire in English."
"Hmm..." Song Yunshen organized his words, but his fingers were still on Xia Jinshu's black stockings, gently caressing them, unwilling to let go.
Xia Jinshu looked down at his hand, and surprisingly, she didn't let him take it away. She even wondered if this would become material for Song Yunshen's " flight" that night.
At this thought, her heart began to pound even harder, and she felt like her mind was turning into mush.
At this moment, Song Yunshen finally organized his thoughts and replied with simple words, "Y ear a ite blse, a pencil skirt and black tits, that should be correct, right?"
"Hmm, very good." Xia Jinshu, her cheeks already flushed, nodded slightly, gently patted Song Yunshen's head, bit her lip, took another deep breath, and finally said slowly, "Now... you can open your eyes."