Cultivation Department Shura Field

Chapter 370 Chapter 369 The real eighteenth birthday gift

In Shen Lan's car, the heater was on full blast. Coupled with high-intensity exercise, it is inevitable that you will sweat a little.

When Xu Zhe opened the car door and walked out, the cold wind in late December made him feel extremely cold.

"What's wrong?" Seeing him shivering when he came out of the car, Shen Lan cheered up and asked. But as soon as she lowered the window, she knew why, and asked, "Are you sweating too? It must be cold. Can I drive you there?"

Xu Zhe shook his head: "No need, it's only a few steps away."

The parking place is also in this community, just on the other side of the community. 'A few steps' is of course an exaggeration, it's actually a few hundred meters away. But he didn't want Shen Lan to drive him to the door, because what if Song Xingye saw him?

If he guessed correctly, he knew that Xiao Yezi's turn should be next. The girl should be getting ready for action.

Shen Lan was a little worried, but seeing how insistent he was, she had already vaguely guessed the reason why this guy wouldn't let her be sent to the door. The girl sighed and said calmly: "Okay, I'll go back first, and you can have a good rest."

Xu Zhe waved his hand and walked quickly towards his home.

Shen Lan got in the car and drove away.

About half an hour has passed since the previous high-intensity exercise. Although the girl didn't even have the strength to raise her hands at the end, after resting for a while, she was able to drive without any problem.

Xu Zhe recovered faster. He almost ran all the way home, making his mouth dry.

Then when I arrived at the door of my house, my throat felt even tighter.

Because as soon as I walked into the unit building, the door opposite opened. Song Xingye opened the door and came out, closed the door on her side with her backhand, and stared straight at Xu Zhe, who was panting.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and it had only been more than an hour since he and the two girls opposite him separated. Although the time spent with Shen Lan took a little longer than expected, Song Xingye's situation... was still faster than he expected.

And the clothes were more exquisite than he imagined.

The girl changed into a dress tonight. The style was somewhat similar to a maid's outfit, but the color was mainly pink. Paired with it is a pair of white high socks, which make the slender and delicate legs look particularly cute.

Xu Zhe cleared his throat and asked, "Is Feifei asleep?"

Song Xingye whispered: "Well, she really has to get up early tomorrow. She was already asleep just now."

Xu Zhe: "Don't you have to get up early too?"

Song Xingye shook his head: "I'm asking for leave tomorrow."

Xu Zhe couldn't help but be stunned: "Why are you asking for leave?"

Song Xingye did not answer him, but lowered his face slightly and whispered softly: "Can you let me go in to talk? It's a bit cold outside."

She wasn't wearing a coat, and the sweat on his body hadn't dried yet. After standing in the corridor for a long time, both of them felt cold.

So Xu Zhe opened the door and let her in. After closing the door and turning on the lights, the atmosphere in the room became a little subtle.

Just when he moved his mouth to say something, Song Xingye suddenly raised his finger and pointed at his lips.

"your mouth……"

In an instant, Xu Zhe broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that he had exposed himself. But that's not right. Shen Lan didn't put on lipstick or bite his mouth. Could she have left any strange marks?

However, Song Xingye did not find any fault with him, but said softly: "My mouth is cracked, maybe because it is too dry and too cold. Didn't you drink water?"

"Oh, let me drink some."

Xu Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, quickly picked up a bottle of mineral water next to him, and unscrewed it for a while.

When he put down the water bottle, Song Xingye suddenly took a step forward, but not to kiss him, but stretched out his hand, holding something that looked like lipstick in his small hand.

Xu Zhe couldn't help asking: "What is this?"

Song Xingye: "Lip balm."

Xu Zhe: "But I didn't..."

Song Xingye said matter-of-factly: "Yes, this is my lipstick. Will you dislike me?"

Xu Zhe shook his head subconsciously, and then the lipstick fell on his mouth. He had never used lip balm before. Although his mouth would get chapped from time to time in winter, he didn't take it seriously. But the experience of using it for the first time today should be said to be pretty good.

At least it's really smooth.

With just a few simple swipes, the outermost layer of dry lip skin became docile and soft. And Song Xingye's technique was extremely gentle, carefully wiping every crack on his lips and applying an extra layer on the driest parts. After half a minute, she put away her lipstick and said with a smile, "Okay, you can try it by puckering your lips."

Xu Zhe: "Much better, thank you."

Song Xingye: "Do you need to say thank you to me?"

Xu Zhe: "Is it possible that you want to call me master again? Don't..."

Song Xingye: "I don't want to call you master tonight."

Don't want to tonight? Why?

Xu Zhe wanted to ask, but didn't know how to ask. During this brief silence, he noticed the girl's twinkling eyes.

She seemed to be hesitating and timid...but why?

Song Xingye suddenly asked softly: "Do you still remember what I said last time?"

"You mean the real birthday gift?" Xu Zhe pretended to be calm, "I heard from Feifei that it was a poem and it was written on chocolate?"

"I'm sorry I wasn't completely honest with her. The poem I wanted you to see wasn't in the chocolate, it was... here."

The girl turned around and pointed at the zipper of the skirt behind her.

Although Xu Zhe had just drank water, his mouth felt a little dry again. He asked: "What do you mean?"

Song Xingye: "Pull down the zipper."

Xu Zhe: "The poem you want me to read is written on your back?"

Song Xingye: "Yes."

Xu Zhe: "If it's written on the back, it shouldn't be "Serve the Country with Loyalty", right?"

Song Xingye: "..."

Xu Zhe also felt that the joke he told was a bit cold. However, Song Xingye didn't pay too much attention. She just looked back slightly, smiled and said, "Pull it down and take a look, you will know."

Then she shook her head again, and the ponytail on the back of her head swayed from side to side, which was quite cute and cute.

But Xu Zhe's pressure was a bit too much.

Being empathetic and understanding are not the same thing.

Just when he hesitated before reaching out his hand, Song Xingye's voice suddenly sounded again:

"I know you will also be thinking about me. You will worry about whether something will be too early, whether it will distract me and affect my studies... But you should also understand that I think there is nothing better than You are more important."

When he said this, the girl did not look back, nor did she look at his expression or reaction. Is it because of some kind of confidence or shyness?

Then Xu Zhe reached out and opened the zipper.

After all, who can resist such tenderness?

On his white and slightly thin back, he saw a short poem:

[Spring silkworms should not grow old,

Always pregnant day and night.

What a pity that my tiny body is gone,

There is a time for lingering. 】

Xu Zhe pondered and analyzed it.

He didn't know whether Song Xingye wrote this poem himself or where he picked it, but it didn't matter. The key question at this moment is, what does this poem mean? What did Song Xingye want to express?

There is a time for lingering...wait, isn't it?

Song Xingye suddenly said: "It's very troublesome to have the words printed on my back and hide it from Feifei. I can't ask anyone for help."

Xu Zhe: "Uh, yes."

Song Xingye chuckled and asked, "What do you think?"

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(End of this chapter)