Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

The boy's eyes were smiling, and Qi Yang instantly understood what he meant.

She couldn't help but smile slightly, "My parents said they'd take me on a trip when they get back in a few days, but I'm not sure if I'll have the time."

"Alright," Chen Zuo said, drawing out his words. "Then I'll stand by."

The two walked side by side toward the teaching building. On the way, they ran into some classmates, and someone whistled at them with a mocking expression.

The office door was open, and the homeroom teacher was still on duty. Seeing them come in, she smiled and waved, "Finished the exams? How did it go?"

Both of them said it was alright.

The homeroom teacher nodded. "Okay, don't feel pressured. Once the exam is over, just let it go. All your books are piled up there, so hurry up and move them. This room will be cleared out this afternoon."

Chen Zuo bent down to move the books, and Qi Yang went to help, but he stopped her with his hand.

"I'll take this, you take this." He shoved the two bottles of cola into Qi Yang's hands, then picked up the books himself, the veins on his arms bulging slightly, and steadily lifted them up.

Qi Yang followed behind him, said goodbye to the homeroom teacher, and left the office.

The boy's back was soaked with sweat, and his T-shirt revealed the outline of his shoulder blades.

Qi Yang silently looked away, feeling the air growing increasingly stuffy.

......

Chen Zuo knew the way to Qi Yang's house like the back of his hand, but this time he went upstairs again under the pretext of moving books.

This was his second time coming to Qi Yang's room.

The boy's short-sleeved shirt was soaked with sweat, his bangs were damp with sweat, and his eyes looked a little moist.

Qi Yang turned on the air conditioner and poured him some water. Seeing that he was slightly out of breath, she pursed her lips and blurted out without thinking, "Why don't you take a shower?"

Chen Zuo raised his eyes and looked at her with some surprise.

Qi Yang then realized what she had said, her cheeks flushed, and she quickly said, "No, I just felt you weren't feeling well, I... I didn't mean that."

The more she explained, the more confused she became, and her voice grew softer and softer.

Chen Zuo's breathing became noticeably heavier, his Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes were dark, and he nodded, "Okay."

Qi Yang was taken aback.

Chen Zuo didn't give her time to react, and stood up on his own. "It's quite uncomfortable."

Qi Yang's mind was buzzing, and she stammered, "Oh... the bathroom is outside, there are new towels inside."

Chen Zuo stared at her intently for a few seconds, his gaze deep.

Qi Yang felt her heart tighten under his gaze, and instinctively looked away, hearing his footsteps heading towards the door.

She sat on the edge of the bed, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers. After a while, the sound of running water could be faintly heard through the wooden board. Her mind was a little sluggish. She got up and walked around the room a few times before opening the window. A wave of heat rushed in, and she silently closed it again.

The bathroom door clicked open, and Qi Yang looked up sharply to see Chen Zuo still wearing the clothes he had worn when he arrived, with a towel clutched in his hand.

Qi Yang quickly looked away, her face flushed with embarrassment, her hands unconsciously clutching the bedsheets.

The room was extremely quiet. The air conditioner was whirring, and the muffled chirping of cicadas drifted in through the window. Neither of them spoke. The air was filled with the scent of moisture and the faint smell of the boy's shower gel.

She suddenly remembered the phone call they had during that winter in her second year of high school.

The boy's tender voice came through the receiver, making her ears and heart tingle slightly. When he asked if it meant she liked him too.

How did she answer?

She seemed to be saying that we could talk about it after the college entrance exam.

Now that the college entrance exam is over, the deadline they mentioned has passed, and they both know perfectly well that it's time.

The boy's hair was wet, the ends were damp, and his gaze towards her held a restrained yet burning intensity.

Qi Yang took a deep breath, found a dry towel for her, and said, "Dry your hair, don't catch a cold."

Chen Zuo accepted it and thanked him.

They dared not look at each other, their eyes unconsciously avoiding each other. An eerie and ambiguous atmosphere enveloped them, making every second feel incredibly long.

Intense emotions welled up inside me, threatening to burst forth, almost impossible to contain.

The youthful bodies of the boys and girls constantly attract each other; they fantasize about each other, yet dare not actually take that step.

The two sat on the edge of the bed, a fist's distance between them, neither daring to make the first move.

The air conditioner was still running, and Chen Zuo's hair was half-dry. His hand, which was gripping the towel, was trembling slightly, and his fingertips were turning white.

"Yangyang."

Chen Zuo suddenly spoke, his voice much hoarseer than usual.

Qi Yang hummed in response, without looking up.

The next second, a hand gently lifted her chin, the damp fingertips slightly cool as they touched her skin.

Qi Yang was caught off guard and met Chen Zuo's eyes.

His pupils were dark, reflecting her small shadow, and his churning emotions almost overflowed.

He asked, "Is that alright?"

Qi Yang didn't answer, her ears were so red they were practically dripping blood. She pursed her lips, and after a few seconds, she nodded very slightly.

When Chen Zuo leaned over, his breath was scalding hot.

Their lips touched, and both of them trembled slightly.

Chen Zuo's kiss was not particularly skillful; it was just a light, close rubbing against each other, and both of them subconsciously held their breath.

Qi Yang clutched his clothes; the two of them smelled exactly the same in their shower gel. Chen Zuo pulled back half an inch, his breathing erratic. "Can I take it a step further?"

Qi Yang's eyelashes fluttered, trembling slightly: "...How can we take it a step further?"

Chen Zuo didn't answer. He lowered his head and kissed her again.

This time was different. His tongue tentatively probed in, and Qi Yang was forced to raise her head. She didn't know when he had half-embraced her, and the unfamiliar touch sent a shiver down her spine.

Chen Zuo was not very skilled, and even a bit reckless, relying entirely on instinct to take what he wanted.

Their breathing became erratic, the sounds of the wind and cicadas vanished, leaving only the intertwined heartbeats of the young man and woman.

Her hand was pressed against his chest, but he grabbed it. She didn't know who lost their balance first, but when she came to her senses, she was already lying on her back on the bed.

Chen Zuo braced himself above her, his whole body tense, the veins on his arms standing out prominently. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and the changes in his body were also very obvious.

He propped himself up on his arms, struggling to create a little distance between them. His breathing was heavy, and his voice was hoarse. "Can I touch it? Yangyang... is it okay?"

A layer of misty tears welled up in the girl's eyes. She turned her head away, her fair earlobes and neck flushed red. "Don't ask anymore..."

Chen Zuo was stunned for a moment.

He then bent down and didn't ask any more questions.

......

Qi Yang bit her lower lip, grabbed his wrist, and pushed him away. Her voice was noticeably nasal, "...No, that's not it."

Chen Zuo, panting, lowered his head and kissed her hair. "I won't."

I'll give you a kiss.