CM - 65

At Zhou Shu-rong’s house, she changed into a different outfit.

Shen Ting-wen sat on the rug, his body wet and his hair dripping with water.

Zhou Shu-rong found her biggest piece of clothing and gave it to him, telling him to go change. He didn’t go, so she glared at him, “If you don’t go, you can stay wet and freeze to death.”

Shen Ting-wen looked listless, “I have no energy. Can you help me put it on?”

Zhou Shu-rong taunted him, “You’re already out of energy? The young master isn’t very capable.”

At her words, Shen Ting-wen didn’t get angry. He just smirked, “Wanna test that theory?”

Zhou Shu-rong’s smile vanished. She threw the clothes at him, “Go and change, or get out.”

Shen Ting-wen stopped pretending. He took the clothes and went to the bathroom.

Zhou Shu-rong sighed. She had just been in such close contact with Shen Ting-wen. She had touched him there, and the sensation was still seared into her mind. Every time he spoke, she was reminded of it, and even the sound of him closing the bathroom door brought it back.

She didn’t know how she had agreed to be with Shen Ting-wen, but she felt like she had been manipulated. He had been pressuring her ever since they were at the traffic light!

“Ah!”

As Zhou Shu-rong was lost in thought, Shen Ting-wen yelled. She walked over, “What is it now?”

Shen Ting-wen said, “There’s something wrong with this shirt.”

“What could be wrong with a shirt?”

“Come and see for yourself.”

“I’m not looking. Hurry up and change, and then come out.”

Shen Ting-wen’s voice sounded urgent, “I’m not lying. Come and take a look.”

Zhou Shu-rong didn’t believe him; he was always lying to her! “Are you coming out or not? If you don’t, I’m locking the door!”

Shen Ting-wen fell silent.

Zhou Shu-rong called out to him a few times, but he didn’t answer. She finally opened the door, and as soon as she did, she was covered. Her face was pressed against Shen Ting-wen’s chest. After struggling for a while, she finally managed to poke her head out of the collar and glared at him, “Are you crazy?”

Shen Ting-wen wrapped his arms around her waist, tilted his head, and with a smirk, said, “This shirt is too big. Look at the collar, two of our heads could fit through it. The waist is also baggy, even with you inside, there’s a lot of room.”

This shirt was basically a sheet, and he couldn’t wear anything smaller. Zhou Shu-rong was forced to hold his waist, “Why are you so dramatic?”

Shen Ting-wen wasn’t being dramatic, “I’m letting you see how big this shirt is.”

“I see now. Let me out!”

Shen Ting-wen asked her, “Don’t you want to wear the same shirt as your boyfriend?”

Boyfriend... this distant and unfamiliar word. Zhou Shu-rong never thought she would have a boyfriend so foolishly, especially one who was a complete rascal and a scoundrel.

Zhou Shu-rong’s waist was too thin, and she even had abs. Touching her waist, he couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild. He leaned close to Zhou Shu-rong’s ear and whispered, “Rongrong.”

“What!”

“If you keep touching my waist, I’m going to get hard again. You know, if a man gets hard three times in one night and isn’t satisfied, he’ll die.”

Zhou Shu-rong immediately wriggled out of his shirt. When it came to sex, she wasn’t mentally prepared, so she needed to stay away from him. She opened the door and pointed outside, “You’re all changed. Time to go.”

Shen Ting-wen didn’t want to leave. Damn it, Zhou Shu-rong was driving him crazy with desire. He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, “My clothes aren’t dry yet.”

Zhou Shu-rong thought she had misheard, “It will be tomorrow morning by the time your clothes are dry!”

Shen Ting-wen thought, “Then we can leave for school together from your place tomorrow morning. That works too.”

“Dream on! Get out now, or we’re breaking up!” Zhou Shu-rong said.

Shen Ting-wen was out of options. He couldn’t stay, but he could stall a little longer, “My hair isn’t dry yet, and it’s windy outside.”

Zhou Shu-rong shot him a look, “When you took off your shirt at the gym and tied it around my waist, why didn’t you feel cold then?”

“That was indoors.”

Zhou Shu-rong felt helpless. She got a hairdryer for him, “Dry it yourself.”

Shen Ting-wen’s hand was sore, and he shook his wrist with a pained expression, “I leaned on my hand earlier. It’ll hurt if I hold it up for a long time.”

Zhou Shu-rong couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore. She plugged in the hairdryer and called out, “Get over here!”

Shen Ting-wen acted cute, smiled, and moved over. He sat on the rug and looked up at her.

Zhou Shu-rong started blow-drying his hair, pulling at it as she went to vent her frustration.

Shen Ting-wen didn’t let her get away with it. If she pulled too hard and hurt him, he would yell. Zhou Shu-rong had no choice but to dry his hair gently.

After his hair was dry, Shen Ting-wen had no more excuses to stay at Zhou Shu-rong’s house and was ushered to the front door.

Zhou Shu-rong was eager to be alone. She didn’t even say goodbye and was about to close the door.

Suddenly, the lights in Zhou Shu-rong’s house went out. Shen Ting-wen immediately propped the door open with his hand, “Your lights are broken. I’ll fix them for you.”

“No need! Get out!” Zhou Shu-rong pushed him out forcefully and closed the door.

Zhou Shu-rong leaned against the door, remembering all the ways Shen Ting-wen had seduced her and how she had acted tough but compromised every single time. She felt she had failed her dad a little.

Lust is a double-edged sword...