A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

But he hadn't even taken two steps.

The door to the master bedroom opened.

Pei Yin didn't wear yoga clothes this time, but rather a sports outfit, the kind that fits snugly for morning workouts.

I wonder if it's because I just finished exercising.

There were still some beads of sweat on her forehead.

Her cheeks flushed.

He was still breathing slightly.

Some loosely tied hair lay casually on her forehead.

It has a strangely messy beauty to it.

It really depends on who you wear your clothes and who you are compared to.

Wearing yoga clothes made him inevitably compare himself to Song Qian.

Although her figure is not as good as Song Qian's.

But it is also just the right amount of soft.

If she were wearing sportswear, she would be compared to Huang Zhitao and Lin Miaomiao.

That's a bit of a foul.

After all, the two girls haven't fully grown up yet.

Pei Yin exercises regularly, so her body proportions are still very good.

Especially her slender waist, which could be grasped in one hand.

Not an ounce of excess fat.

Upon seeing Su Chen at home, Pei Yin's face immediately turned red.

"..." Um... what about Trinity?"

"Oh, he went to pick up Lin Miaomiao and the others. He'll probably be back later."

Pei Yin: "......"

Su Chen: "......"

The two of them stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say.

Su Chen felt a little embarrassed.

He took the initiative to ask.

"Auntie, did you just finish exercising? Do you need to relax?"

Speaking of relaxation.

Pei Yin recalled the feeling she had back in school.

Crispy and numb.

Yet it felt incredibly comfortable.

She remembers that she was under a lot of pressure those days and couldn't sleep well at night.

As a result, I slept well that night.

"So this is what massage is?"

Pei Yin looked at Su Chen.

He said it a little shyly.

"I originally wanted to thank you for teaching me cooking skills today. Qian San has been very happy these past few days."

"Wouldn't it be impolite to have you give me a massage like this?"

Hearing Pei Yin say this, Su Chen knew that he had already agreed in his heart.

Walk straight over there.

"Don't worry, Auntie, my technique is excellent, it will definitely make you feel very comfortable."

Seeing Su Chen approaching.

Pei Yin clenched her hands nervously.

But she made no further move, letting Su Chen lead her to the sofa.

Su Chen lifted her high ponytail.

After a refreshing coolness.

It felt like two warm currents flowed down my neck and throughout my body.

It's definitely more comfortable than massages done by outside masseuses.

"Um... thank you, um."

After a while, Pei Yin held Su Chen's hand.

Look up at him.

"Could you teach me how to cook later?"

"Don't worry, it will happen."

Su Chen removed her hand.

..

"Wood, you never invited us over when we were in the first and second years of high school, how come you're doing it once a week now?"

Lin Miaomiao looked at the gate.

"You don't actually like Su Chen, do you?"

"puff!"

Deng Xiaoqi and Jiang Tianhao were both startled by this statement.

"Cough cough cough cough!" Qian Sanyi choked on his own saliva.

"Don't talk nonsense. I didn't just invite Su Chen. There are all of you too."

"Maybe we're just a pretext?" Ding Miaomiao turned to look at him and chuckled. "Maybe Aunt Pei Yin only wants to invite Su Chen, but actually wants to play matchmaker for you?"

"Get lost." Qian Sanyi was too lazy to waste words with her.

open the door.

There was no one in the living room.

"Is Su Chen not home? Did my mom call him out to buy things again?"

Qian Sanyi muttered something under his breath, then shouted.

"Mom, Xiaoqi and the others are here."

"Oh, everyone's here."

Pei Yin came out of the kitchen.

She had changed into casual clothes by then.

Wearing a white long-sleeved shirt doesn't feel bulky at all.

She wore a long black dress.

Brownish-yellow curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

It looks completely different from when I just finished exercising.

Deng Xiaoqi was stunned when she saw it.

As expected, she's at home.

Winter has already arrived.

Heating has already started in the capital city.

Wearing this at home doesn't feel cold at all.

If you go outside dressed like that, you'll definitely run back within two minutes.

Even Pei Yin seemed somewhat enthusiastic.

His forehead was sweaty.

Cheeks slightly red.

He was still breathing slightly.

Qian Sanyi said helplessly, "Mom, are you doing yoga at home again?"

"No, I'm learning to cook with Su Chen, and it's a bit hot in the kitchen."

Pei Yin finished explaining.