Peninsula: Aiming for a Grand Slam

Chapter 87 Are all men like this?

Chen Jixian threw his phone on the bed and then stood up.

Shen Xiaoting was in her bedroom, removing her makeup in front of the mirror.

Xiao Chen stood at her room door, his hands in his pockets, looking as if he had done something wrong.

"Sister Xiaoting."

"Um.

""

"Could you stay in the dorm tonight?"

Shen Xiaoting paused for a moment, not for long, about half a second.

Then, she continued wiping off the eyeliner with a makeup remover pad. After wiping, she threw it into the trash can.

Shen Xiaoting turned around, leaned against the door frame, and crossed her arms over her chest.

Her gaze swept from the top of Chen Jixian's head to the bottom of his feet, and then back again, a faint smile slowly appearing on her lips.

Chen Jixian was very familiar with that smile.

The last time he washed his boxer shorts in the bathroom, Shen Xiaoting had this same expression.

"Sister Xiaoting, don't look at me like that."

"What did I see in you?"

"It's—the expression you're making right now."

Shen Xiaoting gave a soft snort, her eyes filled with a meaningful look.

But not long after, she looked away.

Shen Xiaoting walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, pulled out a canvas bag, and stuffed in a charger, makeup remover pads, and a change of T-shirt.

She slung her canvas bag over her shoulder without turning her head: "Be careful tonight, we're leaving the country tomorrow."

Chen Jixian stood there, but before he could answer, she had already left.

"Oh right, pack your things!"

This was Liu Zhimin's first time visiting Xiao Chen's home, if his aunt's house could also be considered his home.

After another flurry of activity, the living room was finally tidied up to look somewhat presentable.

Doorbell rang.

He jumped up from the sofa and stood in the entryway for about two seconds before opening the door.

Liu Zhimin stood outside the door.

She was wearing a beige knitted cardigan with a loose neckline that rested below her collarbone.

She wore a navy blue midi skirt made of a very thin fabric; in the corridor lighting, you could see a bit of the outline of her knees.

Before Chen Jixian could speak, Liu Zhimin slipped into the house. As she changed her shoes, she scanned the room like a radar.

Liu Zhimin quickly concluded that there was no one else at home.

But what about his cousin who lived with him?

She turned around, her tone indifferent, but her ears were already red: "You're quick on the uptake."

Chen Jixian didn't have time to defend himself.

Liu Zhimin walked into the living room, her voice neither loud nor soft as she said, "I haven't even arrived yet, and you've already kicked my roommate out? So hasty? Doesn't she have any objections?"

Chen Jixian's face flushed, and not wanting to waste his time explaining, he walked straight towards her.

He wanted to hug her.

As if she had eyes in the back of her head, Liu Zhimin smoothly turned sideways and went around to the other side of the sofa.

"Is your luggage all packed?"

Chen Jixian blinked.

Why are you asking this?

You're not my mom.

Liu Zhimin: "I'm asking you a question."

"—It's all packed up."

"Where's your passport?"

"It's in my bag."

"Health certificate?"

"I've done it, and I've brought the report with me."

Liu Zhimin nodded, her gaze finally settling on the gap in the window that wasn't fully closed.

She walked over and slammed the curtains shut.

This sound is like a clear switch.

Chen Jixian's heart skipped a beat.

Without further hesitation, he walked towards her.

This time, she didn't dodge.

As he approached, Liu Zhimin slightly raised her chin, as if waiting for him.

"You can come over now"—she didn't say that.

However, that's how Xiao Chen understood it.

He grasped Liu Zhimin's wrist; her palm was warm and damp.

Her palms were sweating too?

Liu Zhimin remained so calm, controlling the rhythm of every step from entering the room to drawing the curtains.

As a result, she was also nervous?

Liu Zhimin leaned against the windowsill and suddenly spoke.

"Are all men like this?"

Chen Jixian's hand stopped halfway in mid-air.

"—What is it like?"

"As soon as the curtains were drawn, his hand went to the girl's waist."

His fingers hovered three inches from her waist, unsure whether he should continue.

Liu Zhimin glanced at him, then took Xiao Chen's frozen hand and placed it on her waist.

His fingertips twitched slightly, as if they had been burned.

Chen Jixian's breathing became heavier.

Her hand remained pressed against the back of Xiao Chen's hand, not letting go.

Liu Zhimin spoke softly: "So impatient."

Just two words.

Her tone was like she was scolding a disobedient trainee, but she couldn't suppress the faint smile on her lips.

"—Am I in such a hurry?"

"You're not in a hurry." She paused for a moment, "You've just looked at my waist at least ten times since you walked in."

Chen Jixian opened his mouth, but did not refute.

His fingers, placed on her waist and abdomen, began to unconsciously caress the fabric.

Then, my fingertips slid forward half an inch along her waistline.

Liu Zhimin pressed her hand against his wrist.

"—Can I say it?"

She stared at Xiao Chen like a kindergarten teacher had caught a child stealing snacks.

However, her fingers were trembling slightly.

Xiao Chen's hand remained still, not reaching further in. He could feel that Liu Zhimin's skin on her waist was even hotter than before.

"—You didn't say that."

"What are you doing with your hands?"

"I'm waiting for you to say yes."

Liu Zhimin remained silent for two seconds.

Then, she pulled Xiao Chen's hand out from under the hem of his cardigan and placed it back outside. Liu Zhimin gently patted the back of his hand with her fingers.

"Outside is fine. Inside—we'll talk about it after you win a championship."

For the first time, Chen Jixian hated himself for not training hard enough during this period!

What if he encounters a group of amazing people? He doesn't know when he'll be able to explore the world beneath the cardigan again.

Xiao Chen could only change direction, supporting Liu Zhimin's waist with one hand and pulling her into his arms with the other.

Then, he lowered his head and gently inhaled the fragrance of her hair.

Chen Jixian could feel her waist gradually softening. He didn't speak, his fingertips tracing the spine inch by inch upwards.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Liu Zhimin's eyes: "—Just because the curtains are drawn, does that mean you can act so recklessly?"

He lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to her temple.

This time she didn't dodge.

She didn't push him away.

Chen Jixian's lips moved downwards.

"Have you packed your luggage?" she suddenly asked, her voice even softer than before.

"All packed up."

"Where's your passport?"

"It's in my bag."

"Health certificate?"

"I've done it, and I've brought the report with me."

Liu Zhimin is stalling for time.

Xiao Chen knew she was stalling for time, and could even feel her heart beating faster.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Chen Jixian's voice was low and a little hoarse.

She looked up and met his gaze.

"There's one more thing."

"What?"

Liu Zhimin did not answer.

Her hand moved to the back of Xiao Chen's neck, her fingers threading through his hair, and pulled him down a little.

Then, she tiptoed and pressed her lips to mine.

Chen Jixian: ? ? ?

My mind went completely blank for a moment.

After the curtains were drawn, every step he took was proactive; he thought he was in control of everything.

But in that final second, Yoo Jimin regained all control with a kiss.