Chapter 245: Childish

Shen Family living room.

The dazzling chandelier hung like a magnificent crown at the exact center of the ceiling, radiating bright and scorching light.

Hearing Hao An Qi's question, Shen Yan roughly guessed the little girl was feeling a sense of crisis and was trying to pull a beauty trap here.

He said without hesitation: "How could they compare to you?"

"Good girl, truly beautiful, flowers bloom for you, for you they sing, singing the dreams in their hearts..."

The latter line of lyrics comes from the song "Good Girl," Shen Yan sang it directly.

Although Shen Yan's singing was not particularly melodious, it was full of emotion and highly magnetic; Hao An Qi leaned directly against his neck, listening entranced.

At the end, she planted a fierce kiss on Shen Yan's face, praising: "You sang really well!"

She also asked Shen Yan to sing it again, wanting to record it to listen back.

So Shen Yan sang it once more.

Then the two naturally kissed; Shen Yan had just been teased intensely, his desire burning, he pressed Hao An Qi down, his large hand lightly tugging at her shoulder strap, then pulling...

Hao An Qi's eyes like autumn waters rippling.

She let him have his way.

Until a large hand slipped inside her skirt and began to misbehave, she only then twisted and said: "I haven't taken a shower yet."

Shen Yan looked puzzled: "I didn't even think of doing anything, why shower?"

"I..."

Hao An Qi was so flustered she couldn't speak; this big bad guy knew exactly what he was asking, fine, whatever happens happens, let's see who can't hold out in the end.

Alright! Hao An Qi severely overestimated her own endurance.

And underestimated Shen Yan's capabilities.

Soon after, she raised her hands in surrender, weakly saying: "Shuai Yan, can't we stop playing...... I'm feeling awful!"

"Then beg me!"

"I..... I beg you!"

Shen Yan smirked, pinched her again, then scooped her up by the waist and carried her to the bathroom.

Another round of torment followed; Hao An Qi was left with lidded, seductive eyes, utterly lost in it, unable to pull herself away.

Speaking of which, she hadn't been this intimate with Shen Yan for over half a month.

Her little boyfriend's skills were becoming increasingly hard to resist.

From ten o'clock, they tossed and turned until one in the morning.

After the battle ended, Hao An Qi lay flat on the large bed, utterly drained of strength, gazing at her little boyfriend curled in her arms, she laughed and cried at once.

"Do you still have any manliness? At this moment, shouldn't I be the one leaning on you?"

Shen Yan utterly unbothered: "Who said only women can lean on men? I just find this comfortable."

Hao An Qi had no retort, nor was she saying this was bad; it was just that his scorching breath on her skin made her itch, but her little boyfriend's childish demeanor made her find it quite amusing.

She cradled Shen Yan's head, and unconsciously, maternal feelings welled up within her.

The night deepened like water, lights went out, they whispered a while longer, then embraced and drifted into sleep.

That night, Hangzhou saw snow again; compared to the previous heavy goose-feather snow, this snowfall better matched southern snow conditions—quietly drifting in on the wind, moistening all things silently.

The next morning, waking up, almost no trace of snowflakes could be seen.

As if it had never happened.

After washing up, Shen Yan sent Hao An Qi to Communication University of China for morning self-study; taking advantage of the time before class, he ran to the school cafeteria and ordered a bowl of pumpkin congee, a custard bun, a hot dog, an egg, and milk.

The plan for the day lies in the morning; a beautiful day begins with a nutritious breakfast.

Just as he was enjoying his meal, a familiar voice suddenly came from nearby.

"Old Shen!"

Looking up, it was Lin Yang, Tang Song, and Zhu Baoping.

Each held their own breakfast.

The one greeting was Tang Song.

"Morning!"

Shen Yan smiled and returned the greeting, his gaze sweeping over Lin Yang, only to see the latter looking straight ahead.

No longer as enthusiastic as before.

Shen Yan understood immediately: this was still about him going to Hengdian for travel without informing him; regarding this, Shen Yan merely smiled, not taking it to heart.

Zhu Baoping, meanwhile, plopped down beside Shen Yan without hesitation and asked eagerly: "Old Shen, besides Zhu Bajie and his two companions, did you encounter any other celebrities on this trip, like Hua Zi or Fan Bingbing?"

"No, the film crew zone and tourist zone at Hengdian World Studios are separate; how could one easily run into them?" Shen Yan shook his head.

I don't know why, but in mainland China, regardless of gender or age, people have a strong interest and curiosity toward celebrities.

Whenever a celebrity appears, a crowd always gathers around them, as if these stars possess an irresistible charm, drawing people in like bees to honey, flocking to get close to their idols.

Yet such scenes are quite rare in Hong Kong and Macau.

There, celebrities walking down the street or sitting by the road enjoying a dessert or afternoon tea are utterly ordinary; passersby often just glance briefly, then continue with their lives.

Though both regions belong to the same country, attitudes toward celebrities differ vastly.

It truly leaves one somewhat puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Baoping wore a look of regret; these two were his favorite celebrities—one excels in both singing and acting, the other is beautiful as a fairy; if only he could meet them once.

Immediately after, Zhu Baoping asked again: "You three went out for three days and three nights—must have cost quite a bit, right?"

Shen Yan said: "A thousand or so yuan is still needed, mainly for scenic spot tickets and accommodation fees."

Zhu Baoping gasped in astonishment.

Besides the three girls not mentioning it, speaking honestly, he was especially curious about what business Shen Yan was up to outside, spending money so lavishly—one moment traveling to Shanghai, the next popping over to Hengdian, and not long ago even making a trip to Macau.

Money isn't money to him!

It's a pity Shen Yan keeps his mouth shut so tightly not a whisper leaks out, otherwise he'd want to get in on it too.

With money, what woman can't he have!

Especially that "lowlife" Xiao Chuchu—he'll make her kneel and sing submission.

Hearing that expenditure figure, though he'd expected it, Tang Song was still astonished.

Good buddy! Went out for a month and the tutoring pay was wasted.

From what Yu Youwei and Wu Yueer have been saying these past few days, it's clear this trip was a blast—Qin King Palace, Ming and Qing Palace Garden, amusement park, the local customs of Hong Kong and Guangzhou... all kinds of performances.

Tang Song plans to save up more money, and if the chance comes, he'll take Yuan Mingqing along once.

At that moment, Zhu Baoping flashed a lecherous smile and said to Shen Yan: "Old Shen, you didn't know because you don't live in the dorms, but Old Tang didn't come back to sleep the night of New Year's Eve—guess what he was up to?"

Tang Song pretended to be nonchalant as he scooped a mouthful of fried rice noodles from his bowl, helplessly saying: "Didn't I already say? Something came up suddenly, I didn't have time to rush back to the dorm, so I had to make do outside for one night."

"Heh heh!" Zhu Baoping curled his lip, wearing an expression that said "I don't believe you for a second."