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When it was time to take a bath in the evening, Lin Zhexia faced a dilemma.
Although she had brought several sets of clothes, she hadn’t packed any pajamas.
...
Whether at home or in her dormitory, she always kept two sets of pajamas ready. So when she packed her suitcase to return to school, she completely forgot about bringing them.
She thought about the clothes she had just hung in Chi Yao’s wardrobe.
Aside from coats, there were only thick sweaters, which didn’t seem suitable for sleeping in.
Chi Yao was in the living room, sitting cross-legged on the couch waiting for her to finish bathing so he could take his turn. His fingers were on the remote control, flipping through channels when the girl who had just gone into the bathroom slowly came out again.
Lin Zhexia stood at the bathroom door: “You... can you lend me some clothes to wear?”
She added, “I didn’t bring any pajamas.”
“...”
The hand Chi Yao had on the remote control paused for a moment.
Then he got up and took her to the wardrobe to get some clothes: “Come here.”
There weren’t many clothes in Chi Yao’s wardrobe; boys generally don’t buy clothes that often. The winter and summer clothes were neatly categorized. There were a few thin shirts and T-shirts that he often wore.
Lin Zhexia glanced at them and found them familiar, even able to picture how they looked on him.
“Pick one,” Chi Yao said casually, “any one will do, you can wear whichever you like.”
Lin Zhexia asked hesitantly, “Don’t you have anything you haven’t worn before?”
Chi Yao raised an eyebrow.
Lin Zhexia: “You gave me something unworn before.”
“Before,” Chi Yao tugged at the corner of his mouth, wanting to knock on her head, “what was our relationship then?”
“Good friends...”
“And now?”
“Boyfriend.”
Without waiting for Lin Zhexia to choose, he directly picked out a white shirt: “So now you can wear what I’ve already worn, understand? Girlfriend.”
“...”
She should have been more cautious.
For example, she could have called to ask before returning to school.
Lin Zhexia thought as she held Chi Yao’s used clothes and re-entered the bathroom.
...
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be in this predicament now.
But there’s no use thinking about what-ifs.
Lin Zhexia lingered in the bathroom for a long time, so long that Chi Yao knocked on the door outside: “Are you planning to sleep in the bathroom?”
Lin Zhexia turned the doorknob and peeked her head out: “No, it’s just that your clothes seem a bit too big...”
Chi Yao’s eyes darkened slightly: “Come out, let me see.”
Almost all of Chi Yao’s clothes could be worn as dresses by her.
When she said they were too big, it wasn’t about the length but rather...
Chi Yao pulled the door open and saw how his shirt looked on Lin Zhexia.
Her hair was slightly damp, the hem of the shirt reaching down to her slim, straight thighs. The collar was excessively wide on her, exposing her delicate collarbone. Even further down, one could faintly see the strap of her camisole underneath, causing the shirt to stretch slightly and form a gentle curve.
He glanced once and couldn’t control his gaze, wanting to keep looking but also wanting to look away.
Under Chi Yao’s subtle gaze, Lin Zhexia awkwardly crossed her arms, trying to make herself less noticeable and attempted to negotiate with him: “Should we change to another one?”
The shirt seemed too suggestive.
Moreover, Chi Yao had worn this piece many times.
Though it had been washed, she felt as if it still carried his scent, giving her a peculiar sense of being enveloped.
Chi Yao stared at her for a long time before finally sighing softly: “Let’s stick with this one, no need to change.”
Lin Zhexia made a small sound of acknowledgment and vacated the bathroom for him.
As she was getting used to wearing the shirt, Lin He called her.
“Have you arrived at school?”
Lin Zhexia felt a bit guilty: “Yes.”
Lin He: “I wanted to ask you when you left. It’s not yet time to return to school; did the school allow you to stay in the dormitory?”
“...”
Lin He is indeed Lin He, it’s as if she had surveillance installed around her.
Of course, she couldn’t say that the dormitory hadn’t opened yet, otherwise, she would surely get scolded by Lin He: “Yes, I’m already in the dorm now. There are many diligent students like me who returned early to study in the library.”
Lin Zhexia spoke solemnly.
Considering the higher degree of freedom in university compared to high school, it wasn’t impossible for schools to open during holidays, so Lin He didn’t suspect anything: “Alright, study hard then. If anything happens, call me or Uncle Wei.”
“Did Chi Yao also return to school?” Lin He asked again.
Lin Zhexia: “Ah... yes.”
Lin He: “I guessed so.”
After hanging up, Lin Zhexia adjusted the shirt collar and consoled herself: “It’s just wearing my boyfriend’s clothes,” and “Besides, it’s Chi Yao, why should I feel embarrassed with him?”
Perhaps the psychological therapy worked.
After watching TV for a while, she actually got somewhat used to it.
But this adaptation was quickly broken by Chi Yao.
After coming out of the bathroom, Chi Yao went to the kitchen to grab a drink. Holding the cold soda, he sat down next to her. The sofa sank under their weight.
The smell of the same shower gel mingled in the air, making it hard to tell whose scent belonged to whom. Their scents were becoming increasingly intertwined.
Chi Yao glanced at the TV screen: “Cartoons?”
Lin Zhexia said: “Just flipped it on randomly.”
On TV, the Autobots were battling, transforming in flashy ways before starting to fight each other.
She put down the remote control, trying to find a topic: “I remember you watched cartoons with me for an entire vacation once.”
It happened during a summer break in elementary school.
Chi Yao wasn’t in good health and rarely went out.
Lin Zhexia wanted to visit him but couldn’t bring herself to do it and had no excuse.
Back then, their relationship wasn’t exactly friendly.
In the end, she brought a set of “Dreamland Elves” cartoons from home and knocked on Chi Yao’s door, saying stiffly with pursed lips: “My TV broke.”
Chi Yao, her old rival, was quite cold towards her: “If it’s broken, go fix it.”
Lin Zhexia was irritated: “It can’t be fixed.”
“Do you not have money at home?” Chi Yao asked coolly, “Can’t afford a new one?”
Lin Zhexia wanted to take her set of cartoons and leave, wishing to leave this annoying sickly boy alone at home to suffocate.
But she ended up taking a deep breath and saying: “My family is very poor, so what? If you don’t let me watch inside, I’ll beat you up.”
Chi Yao looked at her as if she were crazy.
They stood at the doorway for a while, but eventually, he let her in.
Chi Yao remembered this incident too: “What was it called, Dreamland Elves, right?”
Lin Zhexia: “You still remember. Wasn’t it pretty good? You just verbally disdained it back then, but you were actually deeply attracted to it, weren’t you?”
Chi Yao twisted open the soda cap: “Only you would be deeply attracted to such cartoons. I remember it not because it was good.”
Only because it was watched together with her.
He remembered that summer vacation.
As usual, he stayed home writing problems, never imagining that this boring and monotonous holiday could hold any other possibilities. Then someone knocked on his door.
Lin Zhexia pressed: “Why do you remember?”
Chi Yao deliberately teased her as usual: “Because it was too childish.”
“...”
Chi Yao added: “How could anyone watch such childish stuff?”
Inwardly rolling her eyes, Lin Zhexia switched channels.
The next channel was airing a romance movie, and coincidentally, it was at the part where the male and female leads were in an intimate scene. The female lead was wrapped in a towel, while the male lead had one hand on the glass door behind her and slowly leaned down toward her.
“............”
Lin Zhexia instinctively pressed the power switch, turning off the TV.
The TV screen went black without power.
With the disappearance of the TV sounds, the whole living room fell silent.
It was so quiet that she could hear the faint “hissing” sound of the soda in the bottle Chi Yao was holding, the carbonated bubbles bursting invisibly in the air.
After a while, Chi Yao asked: “Why aren’t you watching anymore?”
Lin Zhexia blurted out: “Because I’m still a kid, I shouldn’t be watching this kind of thing.”
After speaking, she vaguely sensed something was about to happen, and this premonition grew stronger.
Her heartbeat quickened, and she unconsciously clutched the blanket on the sofa tighter.
Chi Yao looked at her, his gaze falling somewhere.
“Although it’s a bit small,” he said, “...but kids shouldn’t watch things like this, but they should still be able to do them.”
Lin Zhexia was both embarrassed and annoyed, blurting out: “You’re the small one.”
Though she said that, after dating Chi Yao, she secretly worried.
She didn’t gain much weight.
Lin He always said she was too thin.
These three words acted like a switch; after uttering them, the world spun, and when she came to, she was already pinned down by Chi Yao. His fingers tightly locked her wrists, and his nose almost collided with hers.
His voice whispered low in her ear, no longer restrained: “Am I small or not, you’ll know after seeing.”
He paused mid-sentence.
Then he released one hand that had been locking her wrist, subtly leading her hand down: “Or, touching it is fine too.”
...
Lin Zhexia’s mind went blank.
Chi Yao’s hand, which had just touched the chilled drink, was on her wrist, very cold. But guided by his icy pale fingers, she touched something burning hot.
And that heat seemed to keep rising.
Time slowed down drastically from this moment on.
She felt Chi Yao’s kiss land on her shoulder—two buttons of the ill-fitting shirt she wore had somehow undone themselves, leaving her shoulder exposed. Then the kisses continued downward.
At a certain point, she couldn’t help but break free from Chi Yao’s hand. Her slender, soft fingers uncontrollably delved into his hair.
Her knuckles tensed from nervousness and the sensation of his actions, turning white.
Yet, he refused to let her go, whispering teasingly in her ear: “Small, huh? Hmm?”
“...”
Not small.
But she couldn’t say it.
Before she could bear it no longer, Chi Yao suddenly let her go.
His hand supported himself beside her neck, and they squeezed awkwardly onto the couch.
The clothes on him were already torn apart unknowingly, and then he got up, releasing her, attempting to roll off the couch.
Lin Zhexia thought he would let her go as he did last time in the hotel, heading to the bathroom to shower alone. Before she could clarify her thoughts, her hand had already reached out—her hand grabbed the hem of his clothes.
Not a word was spoken.
But it was as if everything had been said.
“I’ll get something,” Chi Yao’s voice was a bit hoarse, “...I didn’t plan to let you go.”
Soon, she knew what “something” he meant.
A thin piece was handed to her.
“Open it.”
Neither knew when they had moved from the couch to the bedroom. She fell into the soft blankets, feeling her entire body burn. Before losing her senses and speech, she managed to say one last thing: “Turn off the lights.”
With a “click,” the lights went out.
The entire bedroom darkened, and they couldn’t see each other clearly.
But another sensation kept amplifying. Her fingers clung to Chi Yao’s back like floating seaweed, nearly drowning in this sea. Sometimes, Chi Yao would speak softly into her ear, his actions unrelenting, but his words sounded like those of a different person: “Do you want me to be gentler?”
Lin Zhexia thought he was giving her a chance to catch her breath, and like a kitten, she let out a faint “Hmm.”
But he didn’t stop.
That sentence seemed to be just a casual question; regardless of her answer, he had no intention of stopping.
Lin Zhexia’s voice finally carried a slight sob: “...Get out.”
“What?”
“...Out.”
“What to do,” Chi Yao’s languid voice deepened, his breath uneven, biting her ear, “I haven’t had enough yet.”
...
Lin Zhexia had no strength left to speak. Her fingers on his back couldn’t control themselves, digging in slightly, and along with other sounds, were swallowed up in the lingering night.
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