Huayu: The Unbelievable Matching Mechanism of Jay Chou's Love Songs

Lin Chih-ling is voluptuous.

Hmm, Feng Zheng could feel it. When he carried her, she didn't have Wang Xinling's bony figure at all; her back felt completely wrapped in flesh. But...

"Fix your hair," Feng Zheng said, "You got it in my neck, it's so itchy."

"I...I didn't do it on purpose..."

For some reason, Lin Zhiling felt that Feng Zheng's words were a bit too ambiguous, so she hurriedly tidied her hair and tucked the stray strands behind her ears.

But because she loosened one hand to fix her hair, the grip on Feng Zheng's neck loosened. Feng Zheng, in order to be polite and gentlemanly, hadn't placed his hands on her legs, buttocks, or other sensitive areas, relying entirely on her hands for support. Now that her hands were no longer supporting her, her whole body naturally started to fall downwards...

"Eh..."

Lin Zhiling was in a very awkward situation, but she didn't know how to get Feng Zheng to come up with a solution, because in her opinion, the only way Feng Zheng could come up with a solution seemed to be by touching her sensitive areas with his hands...

Just as Lin Zhiling was blushing and unsure of what to do, she suddenly felt Feng Zheng, who was carrying her on his back, squat down slightly...

Before Lin Zhiling could react, Feng Zheng crouched down slightly and then jumped up suddenly!

"what!"

Lin Chih-ling was also thrown up and let out a cry of surprise.

At that moment, she even thought she was going to fall...

Fortunately, Feng Zheng quickly caught her securely and put her back in a comfortable position on his back.

"You...you're so strong..." she asked, blushing.

Lin Chih-ling regretted asking the question as soon as it left her mouth, because it sounded even more ambiguous than their current position!

To be fair, Feng Zheng is indeed very strong and has plenty of energy. Lin Zhiling is quite tall and has a fleshy figure, so her weight is definitely over 100 pounds. Even an average adult male who doesn't exercise regularly can't carry his back as easily and steadily as Feng Zheng.

The way he just bounced himself made Lin Zhiling feel like she was a giant plush toy to Feng Zheng, who could bounce her whenever he wanted, however he wanted, in all sorts of ways and positions, with ease!

What woman doesn't like a younger man who is energetic, strong, has a good physique, a good personality, and is sunny and handsome?

Therefore, even Lin Chih-ling couldn't help but feel a little flustered at that moment.

Actually, Feng Zheng didn't know why, but he felt that his body had very strong energy, blood and qi.

At first, he thought it was because his body was young and he was young, but as time went on, he found that things were not so simple. Take running for example, he once tried to run at full speed for half an hour and ran nearly 10 kilometers!

Not only am I not tired at all, but I am also very excited. I feel like I could run another 10 kilometers or so without any problem if I put in a little effort.

To test his strength, he even went to the front of his own building and lifted the zombie car that had been parked there for who knows how long. The car, which weighed nearly 2,000 pounds, actually lifted off the ground with a little effort, which shocked Feng Zheng!

After racking his brains but still unable to figure out what was going on, Feng Zheng could only attribute it to his "transmigrator perks," otherwise there was really no way to explain it.

With such a fantastic physique, does Lin Chih-ling dare to call herself a "big car"?

I'm going to kick your big truck!

After buying some liniment and plasters at the pharmacy, Feng Zheng gave Lin Zhiling some basic first aid. Then, after thinking for a moment, he asked, "Can you get home by yourself like this?"

"...What do you think?" Lin Zhiling glanced at him sideways.

"Hey, I didn't mean to ask that," Feng Zheng said. "Do you live nearby? Is it far? Do you need me to take you home?"

To avoid suspicion, he even took out his phone and added, "If it's inconvenient, I'll contact your family and friends and have them come pick you up."

His words made Lin Chih-ling laugh in exasperation: "I didn't expect you to be such a gentleman."

"Just kidding, I've always been okay..." Feng Zheng put his hands behind his head.

Lin Zhiling glared at him stubbornly, then tried to stand up by leaning against the wall. Unfortunately, a sharp pain shot through her feet as soon as she moved, so she had no choice but to give up. She tidied her hair and said, "My home is about two kilometers from here. Why don't you call a taxi and take me home?"

Fearing that Feng Zheng might think she didn't want him to carry her, she added, "It's too far, I'm afraid you'll get tired."

"Two kilometers is tiring?" Feng Zheng was quite nonchalant, gulping down the bottled water in his hand, casually tossing it into the trash can, then turning around and squatting down in front of Lin Zhiling, saying, "How about this, I'll carry you back, and you can treat me to breakfast."

Lin Chih-ling was amused by him: "Didn't you just say you didn't want to take me home, to avoid suspicion?"

Feng Zheng retorted, "Is avoiding suspicion more important than having a meal?"

"You're just being stubborn!"

Lin Zhilin thought to herself, "Even after this person is cremated, he's still stubborn. Is it really that hard to admit that he wants to take me home?"

that's it……

The boy carried his plump older sister on his back all the way through the crowded city streets, across the traffic, and finally arrived at Lin Chih-ling's house after many twists and turns.

Lin Chih-ling lives in a relatively private duplex apartment in Taibei City. Compared to celebrities like Chang Shao-han, Wang Hsin-ling, and Yang Cheng-lin, who came from poor families, Lin Chih-ling's family is much better off. Her father is in the aluminum products and technology business, and her family is well-off. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to study abroad in this day and age and graduate from the University of Ghana.

She has a double degree in Western art history and economics, just like Wang Lihong, a top student, and almost got into the Palace Museum.

"Wow, a rich woman..." Feng Zheng's eyes lit up. Compared to his old, run-down apartment, Lin Zhiling's place was heaven.

Standing at the entrance of the building, Feng Zheng paused and asked, "Shall I take you upstairs? Or should I go up for a cup of tea?"

What the hell is the difference...?

"Hey, where's your gentlemanly manners?" Lin Zhiling interrogated him. "Who goes to a girl's house the first time they find out?"

"I'm only doing this for your own good," Feng Zheng said. "It wouldn't be right for you not to invite me for a cup of tea, would it?"

"This..." Lin Zhiling was caught off guard. She shook her head: "No, no, that's a paradox. Why would I insist on treating you to a cup of tea? Thanking you would be enough, wouldn't it? Besides, didn't I already treat you to breakfast on the way here?"

On the way, she bought Feng Zheng soy milk, fried dough sticks, beef buns, and a toast sandwich. She didn't know how Feng Zheng could eat so much.

"Alright then, you can go up by yourself." Feng Zheng pretended to put Lin Zhiling down.

"Hey, hey..." Lin Zhiling quickly stopped her, "I can't walk, why are you going to leave me at the elevator entrance?"

"Alright, alright, I'll go all the way." Feng Zheng laughed heartily; he hadn't originally planned to go to Lin Zhiling's house for tea.

We've only known each other for a little over a week, how can we be that close?

And so, he carried Lin Zhiling into her apartment building.

Then, the assistant driving the Santana that had been following them from a short distance away became uneasy:

"Brother Xu! Brother Xu! He's in! He's in!"

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