Chapter 55: Lun Sang High School (7)
"Ning-Ning, where did you go? Why were you gone so long?" After playing badminton for a while, Jia Shuang's face was already flushed, and she asked Ji Ning while panting lightly.
Ji Ning pointed toward the restrooms and concealed the truth: "I went to the bathroom." She had indeed gone to the restroom, but only to touch up her lipstick.
Although Jia Shuang was just an NPC, spending time with her made Ji Ning feel as if she were a good friend from her own school days. Having stood her up, she felt rather embarrassed and proactively asked, "Shuangshuang, sorry I was gone so long. Do you still want to play?"
Jia Shuang put down her racket, took the racket from Ji Ning's hand and placed it on the ground as well, then linked arms with her and walked toward the basketball court. "No more, no more. Let's go watch the excitement."
"What's going on?" Ji Ning saw that quite a crowd had gathered around the basketball court, and she couldn't see Song Weiyang anywhere. She guessed that he must be one of the people being surrounded and watched.
Jia Shuang explained, "It seems the boys in our class made some kind of bet, and the Campus Heartthrob and the others lost. They're being punished with 100 sit-ups."
The two girls squeezed into the crowd and immediately saw Song Weiyang and a few of his close male friends standing by the mats, stretching their waists and legs.
Ji Ning's gaze swept past, then came back and stopped on the mat next to Song Weiyang. Her breath caught.
On that mat, there was still a small puddle of liquid and scattered traces, even carrying the lingering warmth of lovemaking.
Song Weiyang seemed not to notice. He sat on the mat and lay back, his head resting right beside the wet spot.
When he saw Ji Ning coming, his eyes lit up and he sat up, waving her over. "Pretty Ji, come hold my legs for me."
Ji Ning was still a bit flustered by the marks on the mat. Seeing everyone's gazes dart toward her because of Song Weiyang's words, she didn't dare drag things out or make a scene. She quickly walked over to him, crouched down, and knelt on his limited-edition sneakers to hold his legs steady.
"This is so inconvenient for you. Just sit on my shoes," Song Weiyang said, afraid of bruising Ji Ning's legs. He didn't want her to end up with black and blue marks on her legs because of him.
But Ji Ning immediately shook her head. "No, no, I'm fine like this."
Her underwear was too wet to wear, so she was currently forced to go commando. The school uniform skirt wasn't long to begin with, only reaching a hand's width above her knees. If she sat on Song Weiyang's shoes, she would definitely flash everyone.
She insisted, so Song Weiyang had no choice but to go along with it.
To make exercising easier, he unbuttoned a few buttons at the hem, pulled his shirt off over his head to go bare-chested, and handed the shirt to Ji Ning.
The crowd immediately stirred. The girls let out quiet shrieks, while the guys laughed and cursed Song Weiyang for being a show-off.
Song Weiyang had very good skin—smooth and fair. The line of hair under his armpits and trailing down his abdomen was thick, giving him a vigorous, youthful air.
In the sunlight, his rising and falling chest and abdominal muscles were as white as raised chunks of cheese, making mouths dry and tongues parched, tempting one to lick and see if he tasted sweet.
Ji Ning was the closest to him, her vision filled with his face and body. In broad daylight and under the watchful eyes of everyone, she was starting to feel a little embarrassed.
Song Weiyang placed his hands behind his head, looked at Ji Ning, and slowly lay back, spreading out flat before her like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Just then, he caught a scent that was indescribably familiar—a faint sweetness, yet barely there. The smell seemed to travel from his nostrils down to his lower body, stirring a heat in his lower abdomen.
He wanted to turn his head and sniff again, to find where it was coming from, but his companions beside him had already started, so he had no choice but to begin moving as well.
As Song Weiyang lay down and sat up repeatedly, his abdominal muscles alternately relaxed and tensed, squeezing together, making it hard to look away.
Almost all the girls were watching him, and by extension, envying Ji Ning who was holding his legs. Their gazes focused on her back as if they could bore a hole right through her.
And the female lead under all those gazes was now a bit flustered.
Song Weiyang was very strong and did the sit-ups with vigorous, wide movements. Ji Ning couldn't quite hold him down, so she had to press her body weight against him and tightly hug his legs.
Her chest was pressed against his legs, and as Song Weiyang moved, his legs rubbed up and down against her breasts, making her both comfortable and unbearably restless.
Watching Ji Ning's cheeks gradually turn pink with his own eyes, Song Weiyang was in an excellent mood.
But as he continued moving up and down, he finally figured out where that scent was coming from.
Since he could only smell it when he lay down, Song Weiyang suspected it was coming from the mat.
After finishing the hundred sit-ups, Song Weiyang immediately leaned over and sniffed the now almost-dry wet spot. Up close, the fragrance was even stronger.
After he searched his memory for a similar scent, the smile on his face slowly faded.
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