[pos] The Erotic Tales of Love Locking Curse (Part Two)

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... 　　He nervously peeked out again. Meng Xiaohan was a little angry, but didn't show it. She just smiled took the water glass, and said she was going to get some more water. He could guess that Meng Xiaohan would wash the used glass seventeen or eighteen times, and the little bit of bodily fluid he had painstakingly applied would definitely be completely gone, not even a trace. 　　Just when he was feeling utterly dejected, Fang Tongtong, who had her back to him, suddenly turned around and glanced in his direction. Unsurprisingly, their eyes met again. 　　Completely different from her previous teasing look, this time her eyes suddenly ignited a strange fervor, like a greedy merchant who had been looking at a worthless rock but accidentally unearthed a priceless jade. 　　He swallowed hard, shrank back behind his propped-up reference book, and dared not look over there again. 　　Unexpectedly, the chairs over there clattered, and Fang Tongtong stood up, abruptly leaving the small group of girls. She walked to the row of seats in front of him, went around the obstructing table, and plopped down in the empty seat next to him. 　　Zhao Tao had always known that Fang Tongtong was one of the few girls in the class who used some kind of cosmetic. The faint fragrance made him want to get up and run away even more. 　　"What? Something wrong?" he turned his head and asked bluntly. He was certain this was the worst tone he'd ever used on a girl since starting school. 　　Fang Tongtong propped her chin on her hand, tilted her head to look at him, her bright black eyes sparkling . She deliberately rolled up the elastic cuffs of her school uniform, revealing a slender wrist with a red string strung with small beads. She stared at Zhao Tao for a while, then leaned closer mysteriously and whispered, "Hey, do really like Meng Xiaohan?" 　　"What's it to you?" His tone unconsciously became even worse; in fact, his disgust was rapidly rising. 　　"They all say you like Meng Xiaohan." Fang Tongtong pouted her red lips, her slightly aggrieved expression striking a chord in his heart. "Just now, when I drank her water, you glared at me like I stole something from her. She didn't say anything, why are you being so petty?" 　　"I...I didn't," he answered stiffly, angrily turning his gaze back to the reference book , though he couldn't concentrate on a single word. 　　"Liar. Your eyes were practically popping out of your head just now. Are you jealous of me?" Fang Tongtong shifted closer to him, "I can indirectly kiss Meng Xiaohan, but you can't." 　　"Of course, you're a girl, how can it be the same?" he retorted irritably, his anger escalating. 　　The two boys who had just returned from the front row glanced over with envy. After all, everyone in the class knew that Fang Tongtong was relentlessly pursuing that handsome guy from another class, and she hardly ever interacted with the boys in their class. Sitting so close and whispering was unprecedented. 　　"Hey, tell me, am I prettier or is Meng Xiaohan prettier?" Fang Tongtong moved closer, her face now practically behind the book in front of Zhao Tao. "No favoritism, tell the truth." 　　He unconsciously moved further away, pursing his lips and remaining silent. 　　"What's wrong? Afraid to say?" Fang Tongtong reached out and pinched his arm, shaking it twice. "You know I'm prettier, right?" 　　"Yeah, yeah, you're the prettiest." He answered stubbornly, frowning and glaring. 　　"I'm the prettiest in the class anyway." Fang Tongtong said smugly, shaking her face without any shyness. 　　"Okay, okay, I know you're the prettiest, incredibly beautiful. Go bother that handsome guy, don't bother me anymore." He was hoping the love-binding spell hadn't worked, but his intuition told him that big trouble seemed to be just around the corner. 　　Fang Tongtong suddenly stood up, slammed her hand on the table, successfully attracting the attention of all the students, including the two couples . Then, she said loudly and clearly, "From now on, no one is allowed to mention that ungrateful jerk from another class again. I declare that I no longer like him! If I chase after him again, I'm a son of a bitch !" 　　The classroom immediately fell silent. Several girls who were close to Fang Tongtong looked at her in surprise. Meng Xiaohan, who had just entered with water, was also startled and stood frozen at the door. After hesitating for a moment, she quickly ran back to her seat. 　　Fang Tongtong snorted, sat down nonchalantly, and continued to lean on the table, looking at Zhao Tao with a smile saying, "Well, I have nothing to do with him anymore." 　　"But what does that have to do with me?" he practically begged, feigning ignorance, " Fang Tongtong , we couldn't even exchange a single word before, what... what's wrong with you?" 　　"Yeah, maybe I'm a little out of it." Fang Tongtong's voice lowered, becoming much more pleasant than her usual crisp, radish-like tone, "I suddenly find you much more pleasing to the eye than before, the more I look at you, the more beautiful you become." 　　"Get lost, stop mocking me." He glared at her, his palms already sweating nervously. 　　The love-binding spell seemed to have really worked, but unfortunately, it had been used on the wrong person. 　　Having been raised by a wealthy single mother, Fang Tongtong had probably never been treated like this before. Her face immediately turned ugly. She bit her lip angrily, forcing herself to hold back, and whispered, "Zhao Tao, is it possible you don't like Meng Xiaohan?"

"What's it to you?" he almost shouted, desperately trying to
nip the budding feelings in the bud. He'd never been so fierce to a girl his age before.

Fang Tongtong was startled by his menacing face. Then, a glistening light quickly appeared in her eyes,
tears welling up as if about to spill.

But she blinked hard, forcing back the tears, and then jumped up with a thud, her chair tumbling over.
"Let me tell you, I said it's related to me, so it's related to me! Say it or not, it's up to you! Who are you trying to fool! Pah!"

Yes, be angry, please be so angry you never want to talk to me again. He watched Fang Tongtong's retreating
figure , praying fervently in his heart.

However, before evening self-study began, a classmate diagonally behind him tapped him on the shoulder and handed him a crumpled piece of paper.

He frowned, then carefully unfolded it.

It was from Fang Tongtong, her signature at the end, with three hearts drawn to the right of the second "Tong" character.

“I’m much prettier than Meng Xiaohan, can’t you dislike her and like me instead?”

(VIII)

Although he probably masturbates more frequently than any other boy in the class, and his stock of obscene materials is probably the largest
in the entire grade, Zhao Tao has always firmly believed that he is a boy who is very serious and pure when it comes to relationships.

He likes what he likes, and he dislikes what he dislikes.

So even though he still has fantasies about the bodies of girls in his grade, he is unwilling to
open his arms to Fang Tongtong because of this.

He cannot imagine Fang Tongtong standing next to him in a wedding dress, just as he cannot imagine Meng Xiaohan
naked and posing in a lewd manner.

In his still somewhat naive mind, the meanings represented by these two types of women are clearly distinct, and they can never
intersect.

But now, Fang Tongtong is trying to enter the territory that Meng Xiaohan belongs to.

He did not reply to the note. He did not know what to write. He originally planned to refuse coldly, but when
he thought of Fang Tongtong’s tearful appearance at noon, he felt a pang of pity and had to crumple the paper back into a ball and put it in
the bottom of his pencil case.

To say he felt no joy at all would be a lie. Zhao Tao knew perfectly well that this
was the first time in his life that a girl—especially such a beautiful one—had taken the initiative to confess her feelings to him. Even
with the power of magic, he couldn't suppress his joy.

However, he had to control his excitement; otherwise, he would drift further and further away from Meng Xiaohan.

What troubled him even more was whether he should continue trying to win Meng Xiaohan over. If he succeeded, what would
happen ? Would the fearless Fang Tongtong completely ruin his high school life
?

He couldn't concentrate on anything during the entire evening self-study session. Perhaps because his face looked so pale, his supervising
teacher, Li Jie, asked him worriedly if he was sick.

When he got home that evening, his aunt hadn't returned yet. She asked about his recent school life, and as usual, inquired about his grades
and whether he had enough money.

With his parents not pushing him to study much, he relied entirely on his decent intelligence to
coast through school, figuring he could probably get into a mediocre university and earn a passable diploma. His aunt
only inquired about his studies briefly; compared to him, his cousin's grades in junior high were clearly more important.

After dealing with the routine family ties, he returned to his bedroom, specifically looking for
a novel where the female protagonist's personality was similar to Fang Tongtong's, and vented his anger by having sex. Afterwards, he carefully used a syringe to
replace the day's fluids and store them.

He believed he still had a chance. Fang Tongtong would definitely not be an obstacle between him and Meng Xiaohan;
even if she were, he would kick her aside with all his might.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. That very night, he dreamed of Fang Tongtong.

In his dream, she wore a snow-white dress and a round-brimmed straw hat adorned with a bow. They were splashing each other in a river
. As they grew wetter, the girl's slender, curvaceous body became increasingly visible. She wasn't
wearing a bra, only a tight vest. As the fabric clung to her skin, her small nipples
stood out like incredibly alluring buds…

If he hadn't had a habit of masturbation, he was sure what happened next would have made him wet his head.

Upon waking, he angrily pinched his erect penis and got up to go to school.

Until the weekend, things were relatively calm, except for Fang Tongtong's declaration that she was giving up on her previous suitor,
which caused quite a stir in the grade. It was said that the handsome guy who had always disliked Fang Tongtong was still somewhat unwilling to give up and came to find her,
only to be given a severe scolding.

Frankly, Zhao Tao was quite happy, especially knowing that it was all because of him.

What upset him was that after Fang Tongtong drank from it, Meng Xiaohan changed his cup to a small
metal thermos, the kind where you refill it once between breaks and just enough for the next break.

This really made him feel like he was reciting a delicate poem.

Because humanities weren't valued, the class's learning atmosphere was far less intense than the more strictly managed science classes. The teachers
were all new and couldn't really control the more unruly students. Even though the final exams were fast approaching and senior year
was just around the corner, a full third of the students were still absent on Saturday evenings for self-study.

Thanks to his parents' long absences and the fact that his deceased grandmother was a close friend of the head teacher's mother,
he, who had once suffered a migraine, was much freer than most students. He could
leave , just by writing a note to the homeroom teacher.

But because of Meng Xiaohan, he tried his best to maintain perfect attendance throughout the semester.

On the second-to-last Saturday before the exams, Fang Tongtong, who was usually a sure-fire absentee, surprisingly stayed in the classroom.

During the quiet evening study sessions, the seating arrangements were basically chaotic and haphazard. As long as you didn't make
any noise that disturbed others, any arrangement was fine.

Zhao Tao's deskmate had already gone to sit next to her boyfriend, and they chose seats in the back row together. Each of them wore
an earphone and happily enjoyed the melodious love songs on their Walkmans.

At that time, a Taiwanese singer named Jay Chou was just beginning to emerge, and Rene Liu and Stefanie Sun were still
the mainstream among the girls in the class. His Walkman, which always contained cassette tapes of Zheng Zhihua's albums, was basically only listened to by himself.

The bell rang, and he pulled out his earphones, ready to seriously battle his math skills amidst the hoarse, deep voice of that Taiwanese cripple
, lest his final exam results be too dismal and affect the remaining free time of
the summer vacation .

Before he could even take his hands out of his bag, someone plopped down next to him.

Fang Tongtong grinned and pulled a cassette tape from her pocket, pushing it in front of him, saying with a boastful tone,
"Hey, bought from the audio-visual department of Xinhua Bookstore, an original cassette tape, by Zheng Zhihua. Want to listen to it together for a while?"

(IX)

"Don't you have your own Walkman?" He subconsciously shrank back, his tone
becoming .

"I switched to an MP3 player a long time ago, this tape is for you. Don't you like Zheng Zhihua? I went to buy it specifically."
Fang Tongtong turned her face to look at him with a smile, her face full of the boastful expression of a puppy that had retrieved a ball.

His heart couldn't harden any longer, so his tone softened. He took the cassette tape, examined it, and said,
"How did you know I like Zheng Zhihua?"

"Your buddy wasn't very loyal," she said with a grin. "He asked about you a ton of things, and
all

he got was a few bowls of beef noodles." Okay, given the behavior of his usual friends, a girl like Fang Tongtong would be more than willing to help;
buying her noodles would be a waste.

But her standards were way too low. He was a little annoyed, and sullenly pulled out his Walkman, unwrapped the
cassette , and put it in the slot.

"Hey, we agreed to listen together, give me an earphone!" she pouted, giving his elbow a light pinch
.

There are two ways to wear earphones when listening to music together: one is to both wear them on the outer ears, like conjoined twins; the other is to both wear them
on the inner ears, letting the earphone wires separate them like a dividing line.

Fang Tongtong sat on the right. Seeing her reach for the right earphone, Zhao Tao quickly took the other one and handed it to
her, saying defensively, "Here, use this."

Fang Tongtong wrinkled her nose, rolled her eyes at him, and muttered something, but he didn't hear her and
didn't bother to .

After doing some math problems, Fang Tongtong saw the teacher stroll out and chat with a classmate from the next class. She leaned over and
whispered, "Don't you usually read comic books at this time? Why aren't you reading them today?"

He did indeed still have two copies of "Kung Fu Hustle" that he had bought recently in his bag, but he was genuinely planning to review
math tonight to improve his final grades. So he said irritably, "This is evening study hall. It's normal for me to study,
right? Besides… and those are called comics, not picture books. What kind of age are you using such language?"

"Okay, okay, comics, comics. If you're not going to read them, can I borrow one?" She still looked at him with a smile
, showing no sign of anger.

The lyrics to "the feeling of bitter sand blowing across my face" were playing in his headphones,
strangely . He sighed and pulled out a book from under the table, shoving it at her. "Here, take a look. I'll have
more after you finish this."

He scoffed inwardly; the level of inappropriateness for girls in a manga like *Kung Fu Cyclone* was probably second only to *City
Hunter *—the uncensored version of Ryo Saeba. He figured it would be good if she disliked him for a bit.

Sure enough, after flipping through a few pages, Fang Tongtong saw the female protagonist's torn and
naked body , and the male protagonist's lewd expression. She grinned and leaned closer, whispering, "Isn't this
your favorite artist, An-something-chō, drawn by him?"

"An...tōchō, not An-something-chō." He pulled *Kung Fu Cyclone* back, a little embarrassed
to tease her further. If she got angry and told the teacher, he'd be in big trouble.

His good buddy Sun Bo's copy of "I Love My Neighbor" was still in his drawer. He pulled out two copies and handed them to her, "Here,
this is it. This one is more suitable for girls to read."

Whether Fang Tongtong did it on purpose or not, when handing over the books, she suddenly grasped Zhao Tao's hand.

Her fingers were cool and smooth; compared to her, Zhao Tao's hand was like sandpaper.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly straightened his head, turning his gaze back
to the mathematical symbols that were making him dizzy.

"Do you guys all like reading those kinds of books?" Fang Tongtong flipped through a few pages and leaned closer again,
this time even closer. When she spoke, her warm breath hit his ear, which was covered in headphones, making him
involuntarily shrink back.

"I like them all, they're all pretty good," he replied perfunctorily, shifting to the left as if fleeing. He had imagined countless times being this close to a girl, but he never expected that this day would actually come, and instead, he felt so nervous

that he wanted to run away. 　　It must be because the roles are wrong. If it were Meng Xiaohan, he would definitely be happy to wear the headphones on the outside and huddle together to read any comics she likes... Well, Meng Xiaohan... never reads comics. 　　"This is similar to the little girls' picture books that Yu Bei likes to read..." Fang Tongtong flipped through half of one and muttered, "Why do you like reading this kind of thing?" 　　"I like reading plenty of other things, it's none of your business." He shook his head, and the lyrics of a song from his youth were playing in his headphones— "If you like someone, you'll cling to them relentlessly / That's something you do when you're seventeen or eighteen. 　　" Is this... being clung to? He grabbed his hair hard, feeling like his head had swelled up. 　　After that, Fang Tongtong didn't do anything out of line. After the teacher returned to the classroom, she quietly listened to Zheng Zhihua, whom she wasn't interested in, and started reading Adachi Mitsuru, whom she had never heard of before. 　　After the first evening self-study session, Fang Tongtong stuffed the half-finished comic "I Love My Neighbor" into her drawer, grabbed Zhao Tao who was getting up to go to the bathroom , and said somewhat angrily, "What's with this An Chong? Why did he kill off Kazuya?" 　　It was rare for a girl to discuss comics with him, so he unconsciously sat back down and explained, " Didn't you notice? Actually, Minami likes…" 　　"I know, Minami likes Tatsuya, but isn't it unfair that Kazuya died?" Fang Tongtong said seriously. "You have to fight for the person you like to be rightful. If he dies, even if Tatsuya ends up dating Minami, people will say he's taking advantage of a dead person. How infuriating!" 　　Her eyes sparkled, and she said with a touch of determination, "If I were to draw it, Tatsuya would definitely beat that guy fair and square, and then everyone would be convinced that he should marry Minami."

"Fang Tongtong, you're reading comics now? That's rare!" Yu Bei, sitting diagonally behind him, peeked out and looked over with her
current deskmate, Huang Jiao.

Both of them were avid comic book readers among the girls. If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Tao wasn't really
interested in shoujo manga, this would have been a shortcut to finding common ground with Yu Bei.

Seeing the girls chatting, he quickly seized the opportunity to get up and practically ran to the restroom.

On the way, he ran into Sun Bo and a few other guys walking back. The tall, burly guy walked straight up to him, put his arm around him,
and chuckled in a low voice, "What kind of sweet talk did you give Fang Tongtong? Now the whole grade is talking about it. The class beauty of Class
3 is blinded by filth. She rejected all the other handsome guys and has her eyes only on you."

A surge of anger rose within him. He shrugged and pushed Sun Bo's arm away, deliberately puffing out his chest,
and said, "Maybe I'm just her type. But you, you sold your buddy out with just a bowl of noodles?"

"Ouch, ouch," Sun Bo pretended to beg for mercy, casually blocking the weak punch.
"We're just trying to help you. Someone like Fang Tongtong is chasing after you. Do you think we'd trip you up? If you
two get together, remember to treat us to a meal. And it can't just be noodles, it has to be at least Jin Hans. Got it?"

"Get lost." With that angry reply, the bell rang for the next evening self-study session.

(10)

During the second evening self-study session, Fang Tongtong patiently read "I Love My Neighbor" for almost an hour. When the bell rang,
she finally took off her headphones, returned the book to Zhao Tao, and said somewhat discontentedly, "You usually
chat a lot with Sun Bo when you sit together, so why are you ignoring me?"

Zhao Tao rolled his eyes and listlessly put away his math reference book, which was almost at zero progress. "I don't
know what to talk to you about, okay? After we were divided into different classes, we didn't exchange more than five words in the first semester combined. How am I supposed to
know what to talk to you about?"

As if deliberately picking a topic, Fang Tongtong angrily pointed to the cover of "I Love My Neighbor" and said, "I
don't like Xiao Nan. Do all you boys like girls who are so indecisive?"

"So indecisive?" In Zhao Tao's mind, Koga Haruka and Asakura Minami were definitely
the top two manga goddesses. This was a fact that wouldn't change no matter how many times he masturbated to the girls drawn by manga artists like Yuto and Yuto Shiki.
He immediately and instinctively retorted, "Who told you Minami is indecisive! It's normal that you don't like girls
like Who told her to be an all-rounder with good grades, good interpersonal skills, and good looks?
You can't compare to her in any way. You're just jealous."

"Pah, why would I be jealous of a little manga artist?" she said indignantly. "Tell me, does she like Tatsuya
?"

"Of course she does, they both..."

Before he could finish, Fang Tongtong immediately said, "Isn't that indecisive? All you do is play riddles. If you like her, just say so . If you
like her, just go for it. Look at Nitta-chan."

"If everyone were like you, we guys wouldn't be able to live like this." He casually complained, grabbing his backpack and stuffing
in the things he needed for tonight.

Seeing that most of her classmates had already left, with only a few boarding students from the county remaining, preparing
for an extra self-study session, Fang Tongtong puffed out her cheeks and suddenly said, "What's wrong with me? I also want
someone to pursue me, but I don't like any of the boys who pursue me. Am I supposed to just wait and watch the boys I like go after other people?
Why should I?"

Zhao Tao didn't know how to reply. The sudden stares from the remaining classmates made him
uncomfortable . He grabbed his backpack and threw his books behind him, tossing out, "I'm going home," and headed straight for the back door.

Before leaving, he glanced back. Fang Tongtong was sitting there, staring blankly at the empty seat he had left behind.

What to do? What should he do now? He pedaled his bike. The advantage of leaving later was that the roads were
much , which allowed him to calm his feverish mind. He wasn't the type to be tough on girls at all. He
could feel the aversion he'd been deliberately maintaining fading rapidly. A voice inside him even whispered, "
Date her. She's already been cursed anyway. At least she's a fun-loving girl; maybe I can even
lose my virginity this way.

" Such a beautiful, living female classmate—wasn't that better than a sweaty slap?

Ugh…so annoying! He scratched his short hair, completely caught in
the battle .

Fang Tongtong was definitely doing it on purpose; she must have washed her hair beforehand. Sitting next to him, she kept wafting that faint orange scent into his
nose , making him distracted and unable to concentrate on anything.

The night breeze had been blowing all the way, and he was still hot and restless. Looks like he'd have to make love at
least twice tonight.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned onto the hillside near the entrance to the residential compound.

Unexpectedly, just as he parked his bike and locked the small house door, he saw Fang Tongtong standing in front of him, panting, holding onto a red
multi-speed bike.

"You...you're riding too fast! I...I can't keep up." She pouted, looking at
the old residential building next to them. "Which unit do you live in? What floor?"

"Why are you following me here? Your home...isn't in this direction?" Zhao Tao gripped his backpack strap, his breathing
becoming rapid again—the summer school uniform was made of very thin fabric, and Fang Tongtong happened to be standing
in front of the light hanging on the small house in the yard, the light almost completely revealing the outline of her beautiful waist, casting it into his
eyes.

"Let me see where you live. I can come visit you during holidays, right?" Fang Tongtong
said with a grin. "Your aunt and uncle will be gone for months at a time. What will you eat on Sundays?"

He frowned, a little unhappy, but still answered, "If I want something cheap, I'll go
to my aunt's for a couple of meals. If I'm too lazy, I'll eat out. Anyway, I'll be out playing StarCraft with my buddies, I can always find a place to eat."

"When I come to visit you, you're not allowed to go out. I can cook, I guarantee it'll be delicious," Fang Tongtong said proudly
, as if she had come all this way just to show him she was a capable wife and mother.

He sighed, looking at the glistening sweat on her forehead, and finally softened. He went over to help her steady
the bike. "Wipe your sweat. My house is over there, right? Unit 2, No. 6. Third floor, left side."

Fang Tongtong chuckled, took out a handkerchief and wiped her face. "Okay, this trip wasn't in vain, I'm so tired..."
" You're such a fool, at least you still have some conscience."

"Alright, if that's all you wanted to know, you know now. Go home quickly. It's so late, don't let anything
happen." He took out his keys, turned around and opened the small room again, pulling out his bike.

"What? You're going out so late?" Fang Tongtong was stunned for a moment, asking curiously.

"To take you home. It's already ten o'clock. If something happens to you riding your bike home by yourself,
I'll regret it to death." He locked his backpack in the small room, straddled the bike seat, "Slow down a bit, my old bike isn't as
easy to ride as yours."

Fang Tongtong's eyes smiled into two crescent moons, and she said happily, "You don't need to take me home, I'll tell you
where I live, it's in Building 3, Room 401, XX Community, don't get it wrong."

"I'm just taking you home." He said helplessly, "Why are you so annoying?"

"Oh, let's go then." He

pedaled up to Fang Tongtong and rode off alongside her.

This was the first time he had spent so much time alone with a girl. There wasn't a single person he knew around.
The roadside trees and streetlights flashed by on either side, and the cool breeze temporarily chased away the summer heat. Everything felt as comfortable as
a dream.

Most importantly, every time he turned to look at Fang Tongtong beside him, he would find her smiling back
at him.

He had dreamed countless times that when he secretly glanced at Meng Xiaohan, she would turn around and meet his
gaze, which he thought was that of a lovesick girl.

And now, being the one being hoped for filled his heart with an indescribable, mysterious
joy.

He spoke in a string of words, chatting with Fang Tongtong as if they were childhood sweethearts.

And a smile had already crept onto his lips.

(XI)

"Is there no one at your house either?" Following Fang Tongtong's pointing finger, Zhao Tao was surprised to see
a house that was dark, just like hers.

"Of course not at this hour. The housekeeper we hired cooks the food, puts it on the table, and then goes home. Even if my mom gets home, it's past
midnight . It's Saturday, so she probably won't be back," Fang Tongtong said nonchalantly. "Why don't you come up for a bit?
Our housekeeper is an amazing cook, her food is delicious. I'll heat it up for you, and we can have a late-night snack together?
How about it?"

His mind uncontrollably conjured up
fantasies of the two of them having a good time, getting intimate, and then being caught by her mother, leading to a huge scene. He shook his head, a little nervously saying, "No, it's too late. It wouldn't be good if
your neighbors saw us."

"Who cares about them? My house isn't like those old residential compounds full of gossipy old women.
They won't bother with us unless we offend the neighbors. Wait for me, I'll be right there after I park my car." Fang Tongtong pushed
the car into the stairwell and, using the motion-activated light, carried it down to the basement.

A moment later, she rushed back up as if afraid Zhao Tao would escape, smoothing her slightly messy hair.
A little embarrassed, she said, "Why don't you come upstairs and just stay here and talk for a bit?"

Going back would only mean reading a book, masturbating
a , and stood with her in the shade between the flowerbeds at the stairwell entrance. "Let's chat a little longer then."

Looking at her watch, Fang Tongtong exclaimed in disappointment, "We can't talk much longer...
it's almost 10:30. You won't get back until 11."

She turned her head slyly, staring at him, and said, "How about I come to visit you tomorrow? I heard from Sun Bo that
you have several game consoles at home, and even my MP3 player is from the same factory. Teach me how to play, okay?"

His cousin would come over to play from time to time, so many of the pirated DVDs in his collection were
games that could be played with girls. Unfortunately, the only time he could use them was to appease his unruly and chubby
cousin. "

Okay. When are you coming?" He gritted his teeth, deciding to stand up his
classmates who were supposed to play StarCraft with him tomorrow. To be honest, once he overcame his initial hesitation,
playing checkers with a girl like Fang Tongtong would be more worthwhile than playing any game with his friends.

"I'll call you." Her eyes sparkled; she looked incredibly beautiful at that moment.

"Oh, okay, my home phone number is..."

"No need, I already found out. I was just too shy to call before. Your old face makes me
a little afraid of you." Fang Tongtong pouted, deliberately making an exaggeratedly aggrieved expression.

"Alright, I'm going back now." "Fang Tongtong, your house is really in a remote area..." He glanced at the moon and
jokingly complained, "You're really carefree when you go to evening self-study, you didn't even ask your mom to hire a bodyguard for you."

"How about you be my bodyguard?" Fang Tongtong laughed and tugged at his school uniform, "
Can you take me home after evening self-study?"

With her popularity, if the boys mentioned needing a bodyguard, her cars
would .

This gave him an uncontrollable sense of superiority, while also making him slightly admire
the handsome guy in the next class who could maintain his composure and focus solely on his girlfriend despite such advances.

"Will you pay me?" He joked casually, already deciding to add an
extra .

"Giving money is no fun, you want something else. Like... I'll cook for you, anything is fine."
Fang Tongtong smiled and shook her head, her long ponytail swaying behind her.

A bold idea suddenly popped into his head. He mustered his courage and whispered, "How about... you
hold my hand?" As

soon as the words left his mouth, he angrily cursed himself inwardly. He had meant to ask her to kiss him
to test the power of the talisman, but in the end, it came down to holding hands.

Given Fang Tongtong's personality, there was probably nothing to be ashamed of about asking for a hand.

Fang Tongtong paused for a moment, then chuckled, her face slightly flushed, and said, "Just like that? I
thought you'd be like that Kōtarō guy, only making lewd requests. Well... close your eyes and
hold out your right hand."

"Close my eyes?" He frowned in confusion, but still obediently held out his hand and closed his eyes.

Well, holding hands is fine. It's a huge leap for him anyway—
the last time he'd ever truly held a girl's hand intimately was during a game in elementary school gym class when the teacher made them pair up.

Immediately, a soft, cool, slightly sweaty palm trembled and grasped
his.

Not a polite handshake, but a gentle pinch of his three fingers with the thumb and palm.

His arm tensed with excitement, savoring the soft touch.

Unexpectedly, something warm, much softer than her palm,
pressed firmly against his cheek.

He opened his eyes and saw Fang Tongtong standing there, holding his hand, her face flushed.

That night, unusually, he didn't masturbate. He tossed and turned in bed until the sky began to lighten, finally
drifting off to sleep.

Even before falling asleep, the cheek where he'd been kissed felt faintly hot,

as if branded .

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