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Chapter 330 - Chapter 330 Chapter 257 Blushing with Embarrassment

Chapter 330: Chapter 257 Blushing with Embarrassment Chapter 330: Chapter 257 Blushing with Embarrassment Inside the suddenly blacked-out Eastern Building, it was nothing short of chaotic.

Now, even though it was already evening, this was a startup park, and many people were still working through the night.

Some screamed, others cursed loudly, while a few were concerned about when the power would return.

Truthfully, a sudden power cut was truly a disgusting event for those at work, affecting much more than just their mood.

It was why there was a genuine business tactic which involved hiring your competitor’s cleaning staff to trip their electricity.

In Room 212, things were somewhat better since they were just in the middle of a video recording.

At this moment, one could describe the room’s interior as pitch-black.

Because the curtains were drawn, and both the front and back doors shut, not even the moonlight or other lights could seep in from outside.

Meng Yiyi was pressed against Cheng Zhu’s chest, her hands not so much embracing him but clutching tightly onto the sleeves of his jacket.

As said before, despite Yiyi’s young age and attire that did not highlight her figure, Cheng Zhu was quite aware of her substantial attributes.

He could still smell the faint fragrance of her hair.

Through such physical contact, Cheng Zhu became increasingly certain, “I’m no longer sick of Yiyi.”

Logically speaking, given the relationship between him and Yiyi in his past life, when the two of them were hugging in thick winter clothing, he shouldn’t have had any emotional fluctuations; it should have been calm as still water.

He was far too familiar with her, having truly understood her inside and out.

A mere embrace, what was that supposed to count for?

However, it had to be admitted that Yiyi at this stage did feel different.

This little white flower seemed more unripe, youthful, innocent, and tender…

If his previous encounters with the little white flower were when she was in full bloom, then now, she was in a budding state.

There is surely a great difference between a woman’s state at 17 and her mid to late twenties.

Depending on each individual’s appearance, temperament, and figure, some may indeed look more beautiful after maturing.

But for the little white flower type like Yiyi, she truly felt more appealing at this stage.

She was like a blank sheet of paper, making one unable to resist the urge to scribble all over it wildly.

However, Cheng Zhu at this moment merely harbored some mischievous thoughts.

An evolved Yiyi couldn’t completely bring him down, let alone the current Yiyi who wasn’t even 18 yet.

Feeling the girl’s breath on his neck, he deliberately leaned towards her ear and exhaled a warm breath, whispering softly, “Stop pretending.”

The sensation on her earlobe coupled with those two simple words made the girl in his arms tremble slightly, as if a current of electricity flowed through her.

Her body felt limp, and her mind was a complete blank.

This was an unexpected turn of events for her!

How to explain it? Actually, these two green tea sisters had been staying too long within their comfort zone.

The appearance of a battle-hardened reborn individual like Cheng Zhu made their previous confidence err on the side of arrogance.

To be honest, Yiyi’s line of thought wasn’t wrong.

For teenagers, even a small bit of physical contact really can stir immense inner tremors, and can be unforgettable for a long time.

Do you still remember the feeling when you first held a girl’s hand?

That sensation is definitely distinct from holding hands with a girl later on.

Even for Cheng Zhu at this stage, it was admittedly effective; this scumbag had certainly confirmed, “Not sick of it, not sick of [Yiyi*Youth Version] at all.”

It’s just a pity that such physical contact was akin to the Seven Injuries Fist.

Yiyi could feel the boy’s breath as well; her heartbeat was accelerating too.

Cheng Zhu knew very well that among girls, Yiyi was the courageous type.

Even in their past life, when their relationship became ambiguous, initially, it was Yiyi who was more proactive.

He was merely abiding by the well-known “three principles”: not taking initiative, not rejecting, not taking responsibility.

In his memory, wasn’t there a period when escape room games became popular?

Cheng Zhu took the female streamers from his company for team building activities.

He himself didn’t fear the kind of scares people pulled but was more afraid of things that were deeply horrifying rather than those sudden shocks.

During that time, Yiyi was quite forthright, playing the role of the tank among the girls, not panicking when tasked to go alone, quite bold indeed.

By that stage, she was already intimate with Cheng Zhu, essentially protecting the new female streamers in the escape room.

She also told Cheng Zhu that she had always been quite brave since she was young.

For the currently lower-ranked Yiyi, her behavior today was indeed a bit exaggerated, thinking since she was going to leave Hang City soon, she could afford to be a bit bolder.

But what the heck was that “stop pretending”?

She suddenly had no idea how to respond.

She even doubted whether she had heard wrong.

Cheng Zhu spoke with a very soft voice, a whisper just beside her ear.

Zhang Qiqi couldn’t possibly hear it; she was still immersed in her fear of the dark.

Meng Yiyi instinctively wanted to stand up and leave him, but realized that the man’s large hand rested on her shoulder, and she surprisingly couldn’t get up!

Cheng Zhu’s left hand was placed there, with his palm and wrist resting on her spread out long, straight black hair.

He could feel the smoothness and silkiness of the hair.

Then, imperceptibly, he twisted his wrist slightly, letting the steel watch on his wrist intentionally brush against her long hair.

You want to create a romantic atmosphere, right?

Fine, as you wish.

Why don’t I help you out with that.

This scumbag always found it amusing to interact with Yiyi, whose tea art still needed improvement at this stage.

Just then, the lights came on. The power outage at the startup park hadn’t lasted long, just a small incident.

Inside the spacious Room 212, three people sat in line, with Zhang Qiqi on the far left looking dumbfounded–how had my cousin thrown herself into Cheng Zhu’s arms?!

Dammit, I knew this coward couldn’t handle a scare, delicate and fragile since childhood, bursting into tears over any sudden issue, no resilience at all!

Yet, this little white flower also naturally evoked a pitiable aura. Once she shed tears, even Zhang Qiqi, as the same gender, would feel a sense of sorry for her, leaving her helpless about what to do with her!

“But! How could you throw yourself into Cheng Zhu’s arms!” Zhang Qiqi felt endless annoyance in her heart.

That’s direct physical contact!

Watching the man she liked closely pressed against her own cousin, the sensation in her heart was indeed peculiarly strange!

Cheng Zhu, head lowered, acted as if that “stop pretending” heard only by Meng Yiyi hadn’t come from his mouth, and he quietly reassured, “Don’t be afraid, the power’s back on.”

Meng Yiyi, whose mind was still blank, looked at this unpredictable man and tried to rise from his embrace.

With the lights on, it wouldn’t be appropriate to keep snuggling up to him!

However, the moment she tried to get up, she couldn’t help but let out a pained yelp, “Ah!”

Under Cheng Zhu’s earlier maneuver, his watch’s steel bracelet was the kind pieced together link by link, and Yiyi’s hair had been caught in it.

As she suddenly stood, it was as if her hair got yanked hard–not painful would be a lie!

Not to mention, when this little flower shrieked from pain, there was an inexplicable tenderness in her voice.

These two cousins were interesting too–Zhang Qiqi, when she spoke, had a slightly nasal sound.

It wasn’t overly nasal, so it didn’t come off as artificial, but it was still seductive, making one wonder what it would sound like if she nasalized more?

The younger cousin, Meng Yiyi, went for the delicate approach, her voice also enticing, making one curious how she would sound in distress?

“Eh, don’t move,” Cheng Zhu, the instigator, quickly interjected.

“Your hair seems to be tangled in the crevices of my watch,” he said, looking down at her.

Cheng Zhu was having a great time.

Zhang Qiqi, off to one side, was utterly speechless.

Well, there’s a sequel to that hug, isn’t there!

Little did she know, Cheng Zhu was just thinking: If she wants to play, let’s play along.

Meng Yiyi leaned over, her body slightly curled, not daring to move her head to avoid pain from her hair tugging, so she could only look up at Cheng Zhu from below.

“Don’t move, let me see if I can untangle it,” he said gravely.

Then Cheng Zhu moved closer to his watch.

Like this, the sides of their faces were actually rather close.

Now, unlike the earlier darkness, all the lights in Room 212 were on.

Even Cheng Zhu’s phone was still on the stand by the side, continuously recording.

She could clearly see the face approaching her in the light.

See the naturally slightly upturned corners of his eyebrows.

See the well-defined line of his jaw.

See his eyes, solemnly focused on the watchband…

Being so close in such a bright environment had a significant visual impact.

She wasn’t sure if it was his scent or something else, but she could already feel her cheeks continuously heating up.

She didn’t know if she should be looking at him now.

But she couldn’t help but look at him!

This way, Cheng Zhu slowly untangled the entwined hair, his gaze always focused, only on his watchband.

Meng Yiyi even felt that she could hear his steady breathing!

This high school girl was having such an experience for the first time. Her heartbeat began to unconsciously accelerate–wildly accelerate.

And somehow, subconsciously…she swallowed.

Nervous, embarrassed, with an unexplainable feeling stirring within her.

As the hair was being untangled, Cheng Zhu’s arm occasionally brushed against her earlobe, sending tingles.

Cheng Zhu clearly saw her little ears blush.

From his knowledge of Yiyi’s body, he knew that when her emotions were fluctuating, her ears might even be redder than her face.

During certain special periods, her ears could turn incredibly red!

It was strange that despite maintaining a distance, what Yiyi felt was actually more intense than when they were pressing close together earlier!

Atmosphere, sometimes, needs to be stretched.

The meeting and parting of gazes, the drawing near and distancing of each other…all these are tensions.

At this moment, most of the hair had been untangled, but a few strands were wrapped too tightly.

Cheng Zhu suddenly chuckled, causing Yiyi to feel a bit nervous.

In the end, he simply pulled and snapped them in the middle without harming her roots.

“Doesn’t hurt, right?” he asked softly.

“Mhm, doesn’t hurt,” her voice becoming quieter as she spoke.

With that, Cheng Zhu returned to his original seat, leaving Meng Yiyi alone, her face blushing, head lowered, not daring to look at him, her heartbeat seemingly unstoppable.

Cheng Zhu removed his watch from his wrist without a word, then leisurely removed the snapped strands of hair entangled in it.

After removing them, he looked at the little white flower turned rosy by his actions, smiled, and lifted his hand saying,

“I broke quite a lot of it, here, do you want it back?”

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