I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

The girl met his gaze, her eyelids twitched, and her stubborn, pink lips remained tightly closed.

"Teacher Shen?" the boy asked cautiously.

"You stubborn piece of trash!!!" He suddenly shouted out in a fit of unbearable frustration.

The shop assistant, who was carrying several steamers, was startled and quickly placed the food in front of the two people before running away.

As the streetlights on the pedestrian street came on, Cheng Fei and Shen Xi began to eat.

As always, the boy ordered several main dishes for himself, including stir-fried beef noodles and fried noodles, looking like he could never get enough to eat.

The young woman ordered boat congee and shrimp dumplings. She tucked her flowing hair behind her ear and savored the light food with small bites, creating a pleasing and beautiful sight.

Halfway through her meal, Shen Xi suddenly put the half-eaten shrimp dumpling onto Cheng Fei's plate, then continued eating her own food without saying a word.

The boy looked up, surprised and uncertain. "Teacher Shen?"

"Shut up," the girl said coldly, without even looking up.

"What does this sudden change mean?" The boy looked at the half shrimp dumpling, and could even see small, neat teeth marks through the gap in the skin, as if it had been gnawed by some small animal.

The girl, feeling his gaze, sighed softly with a sense of helplessness, her tone flat, "Given that you've severed ties with that Lin guy, although we haven't resumed our relationship, I'm still willing to spend a little more time with you, or to use your preferred term, more..."

Her voice suddenly became softer.

"What's wrong? Teacher Shen, the volume is acting up again," the boy reminded him.

"Make it a little more ambiguous," the girl whispered, casually letting down her hair that she had tucked behind her ear for easier eating.

The boy watched her lower her eyes as she drank her porridge, and recalling her earlier comments in the car about meetings not being dates, he sighed with relief, "Sweetie, I really can't do anything with you."

The girl glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and quickly kicked him under the table.

After they finished eating, the two left the unfamiliar dim sum restaurant.

Shen Xi went out first and walked ahead of Cheng Fei. The girl had her hands behind her back, one hand holding her wrist, and her free palm moved quickly, like an unconscious sway with her steps, or like a lure twitching underwater.

She did this without turning her head, her long, dark hair obscuring her face and making it impossible to see her expression.

The boy caught a glimpse of this scene and felt a sense of helplessness. He quickly followed and grasped the slightly cool little hand that was swaying back and forth, their fingers intertwined.

Shen Xi remained expressionless, seemingly oblivious to everything, and walked forward alongside him.

Then, the girl's other arm, which was hanging down, moved silently. Her small hand first tentatively grabbed the boy's sleeve, and her pure, dark eyes quietly moved. She observed out of the corner of her eye to make sure he didn't react before firmly grabbing the boy's arm.

The girl, with both hands placed on the boy's side, looked no different from any other dignified and reserved girlfriend accompanying her lover.

"Shen Xi." The boy glanced at her sideways.

"Shut up." The girl looked ahead without hesitation.

"I haven't said anything yet?"

"Even a hair's breadth could tell it's disgusting and boring nonsense." The girl narrowed her eyes.

When will you finally call me "husband"?

The girl remained silent.

"Shen Xi?" The boy squeezed her small hand.

The girl released his arm, pinched her brow, and sighed, "Why did you have to say it when I already ordered you to shut up?"

"Can't you please do me a favor? I've wanted to hear you call me 'husband' for a long time." The boy said earnestly.

The girl gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and suddenly raised her voice to curse, "You piece of trash who's always pushing your luck! Just because we're a little intimate, you start making unrealistic demands again. You're like a greedy mouse that's tasted a drop of honey and wants to jump into the jar to drown—you're hopeless!"

……

Unsurprisingly, Shen Xi did not agree to Cheng Fei's request in the end. Apart from being angrily scolded and kicked, the boy gained nothing.

The two strolled around the pedestrian street for a while before heading to their love hotel.

They entered the room, its decor ambiguous, and closed the door. An indescribable silence descended between them.

Shen Xi walked in and, as usual, looked around the room with curiosity, like a small animal entering a new environment. She even bent down to examine the various props in the display case closely.

"Teacher Shen, how are the club activities going lately?" Cheng Fei asked, his hands in his pockets as he looked at the delicate profile of the man, who seemed to be conducting some kind of research.

"After running away for so many days, you finally feel guilty?" The girl glanced at him and sneered.

"I wouldn't say I felt guilty. I already said I would help as soon as I had time," the boy shrugged.

"Anyway, it's just about giving your cheap little sister special training and farming materials, nothing much to say." The girl's tone was indifferent as she continued to examine the props in the display case, her brows slightly furrowed, showing a mixture of disgust and irresistible curiosity.

"Okay, Tang Yu didn't give you any individual training? Like some kind of advanced specialist training or something?" the boy asked curiously.

"Shut up, I don't want to talk about this now." The girl lost interest in the merchandise display and straightened up.

If I remember correctly, the original purpose of the regular meeting was to exchange recent information and results, right?

The boy managed to hold back from asking the question.

I feel like I'll get yelled at again if I say anything, anyway, the final interpretation of everything rests with this cruel and dictatorial Protoss Queen.

Shen Xi stood still, staring at the boy, her beautiful yet cold face expressionless, making it impossible to guess her thoughts.

Cheng Fei met her gaze, and in the sudden silence, he finally managed to glean some inexplicable meaning from her pure, dark eyes.

The boy stepped forward and tried to lift her thick sideburns to observe her delicate, snow-white face.

The girl remained motionless, keeping her head up and staring at him.

The boy thought for a moment, looked at her, and said softly, "Shen Xi, can you call yourself 'Little Cutie' tonight?"

"Stop dreaming." The girl subtly looked away.

"Is there really no special response, reward, or compensation whatsoever?" the boy tried to say.

The girl frowned slightly, her face showing displeasure. "Is it that the things I've been allowed to do so far are no longer enough for this Cheng Feiyu? Does he have to do something even more disgusting to satisfy him? I'll be disappointed if he doesn't know when to stop."

"Okay, I was just asking." The boy nodded, then pondered for a moment, "But what exactly does 'allowed' mean so far?"

"Cheng Feiyu, with his poor memory, has no intention of explaining." The girl was even more annoyed and turned her face away from him.

The boy thought for a moment, then gently put his arm around her slender waist, looking at her exquisitely beautiful face so close to his own. "Is it okay to hug like this?"

"Permission granted." The girl didn't even look at him, her expression as cold as ice.

"Touch it a little lower, okay?" the boy tentatively asked, probing the voluptuous figure that seemed completely at odds with her delicate features.

"Barely allowed." The girl took a deep breath, her brows furrowed, and her voice trembled slightly, but she remained motionless.

"Can I touch the legs too?" The boy felt like he was in a black market where the boss's mood was unpredictable, and he could only find out what he could touch by asking.

896. Shen Xi felt that she had been defiled by Cheng Fei.

Shen Xi was silent for a moment, then looked up and met his gaze, before turning to the wall and saying coldly, "The lower part is allowed, provided you don't have any unwarranted thoughts about the parts above that you shouldn't touch."

"Is this the boundary?" Cheng Fei tried to feel the slender and elegant artwork.

The aloof girl with long, dark hair stood still, her eyelashes fluttering slightly. Her eyes narrowed, and she bit her lip as if trying to endure something. Her icy voice murmured, "You can go higher."

"Here?" The boy looked at her face, like an engineer consulting a designer about the dimensions of construction.

"You can barely go up a little higher." The girl raised her chin and stared intently at the wall, her voice trembling slightly.

"Okay, like this?" The boy carefully felt the cool, smooth texture.

"That's enough," the girl said quickly, her slender body trembling slightly as she took a deep breath. "That's enough."

"Understood, Your Highness. Thank you for your generosity and hard work." The young man smiled at her after confirming.

"Shut up." The girl glared at him, her expression weak and utterly threatening.

"Then can we use our hands later?" The boy thought for a moment, remaining calm.

The girl glanced at him, her face turning disgusted. "Okay."

"Thank you." The boy nodded respectfully, then looked down at her small feet, encased in white ankle socks and black uniform shoes. "Then..."

The girl, noticing his gaze, turned disgusted. Before he could speak, she kicked him as if she couldn't take it anymore. "Does Cheng Feiyu have to ask me everything before he's satisfied?"

"Your Highness, please calm down. I was just checking again as a precaution," the young man said earnestly.

“I’ve already said that everything that’s allowed so far is fine, but Cheng Feiyu still insists on asking. Don’t think I can’t tell you’re pretending to be crazy. I really can’t understand why you’re doing this.” The girl kicked him again without any politeness, staring at his puzzled face.

"Okay, I admit I just like the feeling of Her Highness admitting it herself." The boy lowered his head honestly.

"Utterly boring." The girl turned her face away in annoyance, paused for a moment, then spoke again, her brows furrowed and extremely reluctant, "Besides forbidding you from getting your socks and shoes dirty, you also get to indulge those filthy fantasies that can't be seen in the light of day. Have you said enough?"

"That's enough, Her Highness is very cute." The boy looked at that delicate little face that he found utterly repulsive.

"Shut up." The girl said impatiently. "What does Cheng Feiyu want to do next?"

She remained standing motionless, tilting her head to stare at the wall as she spoke, as if waiting for something.

"Why don't you let Teacher Shen decide?" the boy asked casually.

The girl glanced at him, seemingly sensing something, her eyes flickered, and she became annoyed with herself, "Disgusting trash, always more eager to get physical than do anything else, and now he wants me to make the decision? I can't understand Cheng Feiyu's brain..."

"Because Ms. Shen is even cuter when she takes the initiative at times like this," the boy said frankly.

"Disgusting thoughts." The girl took a deep breath with disdain, her flat chest heaving slightly. Her gaze swept across the room, passing the oddly shaped little sofa, the headboard covered with oversized heart-shaped wallpaper, and the round bathtub in the bathroom. Her cold face made it impossible to guess what she was thinking.

She paused for a moment, then walked towards the bathroom, her spotless uniform shoes making a crisp sound on the floor.

Reaching the door, the girl turned and glared fiercely at the boy who had been following her. "I'm going to take a shower. What are you doing, Cheng Feiyu, sneaking around like this?"

"Please do as you please," the boy said, raising his hands in surrender.

The girl then cautiously went inside, closed the door, and pulled down the curtain behind the glass wall to block out everything.

Cheng Fei smacked his lips outside and waited patiently.

Some time later, Shen Xi reappeared wrapped in a bath towel, her hair covered with a hair drying cap, her body steaming with moisture, her snow-white skin glowing with a pinkish hue after her bath.

She glared at the boy who was observing her without any politeness. "It's Cheng Feiyu's turn."

"Yes." The boy nodded and went into the bathroom after her.

After taking a shower, Cheng Fei wrapped himself in a towel and brushed his teeth while turning on the faucet in the bathtub to let the water run, planning to use it later.

The bathroom door was suddenly opened, and Shen Xi walked in.

The boy didn't lock the door because he felt it was unnecessary.

It was unclear when, but the girl had already put on her Sakura school uniform again. The buttons at the collar were fastened meticulously, the hair drying cap was removed, her waist-length hair was loose, and she wore white socks and disposable slippers.

"Teacher Shen?" The boy turned his head, his mouth full of foam.

The girl glanced at him coldly, said nothing, and walked to the bathtub, turning off the running faucet.

After finishing, she looked at the puzzled boy and said in a flat tone, "I don't want to take a bath."

After saying that, he turned and left.

"Okay?" The boy seemed to understand but didn't quite, and nodded anyway.

After he finished washing up, Shen Xi sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at the night view outside the window, lost in thought.

Hearing the noise, the girl stood up, her small face still bearing an inscrutable indifference. She pointed to the headboard and said in an unquestionable tone, "Go upstairs."

The boy did as instructed, propping up the soft pillow and sitting down as usual.

Watching him finish the task, Shen Xi kicked off her disposable slippers and came to his side. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, and instead of kneeling down to face him as usual, she sat down sideways. Her slender, snow-white legs curled up slightly, and her frail body leaned against his chest. She twisted and adjusted her position, resting her head comfortably on his shoulder, her face expressionless and motionless.

The boy tried to hold her in place, but the girl remained silent and did not resist.

"My little cutie doesn't even want to take a bath this time?" The boy looked down at the girl nestled in his arms, feeling helpless.

Shen Xi's eyes flickered, but she didn't look at him. Her voice had a strangely muffled quality to it, "I don't want to get my hair wet."

"I see." The boy nodded.

"It's more comfortable chatting like this," the girl added.

"I understand. So what does Teacher Shen want to talk about?" The boy nodded again.

The girl suddenly stopped talking, her stubborn pink lips tightly closed, and she looked up at him.

"Teacher Shen?"