I saved the paranoid after wearing the book

Chapter 113 The Tsundere Hedgehog Online
Shen Yuanzhou didn't speak, his slender fingers landed on the top of her head, gently patting the snowflakes off her hair.

Realizing his intention, Zhuang Sining obediently didn't move, and even lowered his head in cooperation to make it easier for Shen Yuanzhou to move.

"All right."

Shen Yuanzhou withdrew his hand, looked at Zhuang Sining's well-behaved appearance, his eyes flickered with light, and a faint smile curled his lips.

"You have it on your head too."

Zhuang Sining looked up at Shen Yuanzhou, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and clap. Let's go back quickly, or it won't be long before we stand here and it will be covered with snow."

"Ah."

Back in the classroom, Zhuang Sining felt her frozen body warm up a bit.

"Are your hands cold?"

Seeing that Shen Yuanzhou came back after pouring a cup of hot water, his earlobes were a little red, Zhuang Sining couldn't help asking him.

"It's okay." Shen Yuanzhou handed the water to Zhuang Sining, his eyes flicked across the other's flushed cheeks, he narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Warm your hands."

Zhuang Sining was so warmed by Shen Yuanzhou's thoughtfulness, she took the water glass with a smile, and held it carefully through the sleeve of her school uniform.

"By the way, you haven't finished the physics problem you assigned me yet."

"Don't worry, it won't be too late to write when your hands are not cold."

As a third year student in high school, Zhuang Sining still felt guilty for delaying her studies by playing with snow.

When her hand got better, she put down the cup, took out the exercise book, and said with full of fighting spirit, "I can do it."

Shen Yuanzhou looked at her alive and well, with lively eyebrows and eyes, like a little sun, he couldn't help but smiled with his lips curled up, his narrow and long eyes focused on Zhuang Sining, dark and dark like ripples on a lake under the moonlight, with tiny halos flashing.

"Damn, my hands are still stiff and I haven't recovered yet, writing is all wooden."

Zhuang Sining hadn't started to write a few words, but the words she wrote were ugly. She put down the pen and shook her right hand, sighing softly.

Feeling that there is still no warmth in the palm, and the cool blood is not circulating very well, Zhuang Sining habitually covered her hand with her lips and let out a breath of hot air.

"give me."

After taking a breath, Zhuang Sining felt a little better. As soon as she put it down, her right wrist was grasped by a warm and generous palm, and then her entire palm fell into warmth.

"Is this any better?"

Shen Yuanzhou wrapped his hands with cold and soft fingertips in his palm, and the heat was continuously conveyed. He opened his eyelids and looked at Zhuang Sining.

"...it's better."

Zhuang Sining did not expect that Shen Yuanzhou would suddenly grab her hand, her eyelashes flickered, her arms were slightly stiff, and she always felt that the current contact was a bit too intimate...

She narrowed the expression in her eyes, pursed her lips for a moment, and moved her hand to withdraw it.

But at this moment, a big warm hand grabbed her wrist and lifted it up. Immediately after, the scorching temperature ran down the palm, separating her fingertips, crossing them and falling into the gap, and holding her ten fingers together!

Zhuang Sining's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart seemed to be lightly brushed by a feather, causing layers of ripples and beating quickly.

She struggled subconsciously, but not only did she not shake it off, but instead made the palm grip even tighter.

Zhuang Sining: ...

The scorching heat that didn't belong to him was tightly attached to the skin, and the scorching breath seemed to seep through the fingertips along the blood vessels and into the atrium, making Zhuang Sining's breathing a little messed up.

Zhuang Sining managed to suppress the strangeness in her heart, raised her eyes to look at Shen Yuanzhou, the culprit, and said with a helpless smile, "Why are you holding me like this?"

"Ok?"

Shen Yuanzhou's gray-green eyes stared fixedly at her, and Zhuang Sining was clearly reflected in his pupils.That delicate, almost thick face was full of innocence.

"Warm your hands."

As he spoke, he shook his hands vigorously again, his dark pupils looked like a deep pool that could not be seen to the bottom, and they looked straight at Zhuang Sining's clear almond eyes.

He tilted his head slightly and smiled, pulled his lips, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you often warm my hands like this when I was young? What's wrong?"

Zhuang Sining: ...

I didn't know how to refute.

She wanted to explain that they were children when they were young, and there was nothing wrong with simply shaking hands.But now that I'm older, it feels a bit weird to interlock my fingers...

But she couldn't tell where the blame was.

Maybe she was thinking too much?
Thinking of this, Zhuang Sining's eyes flickered, and his opened mouth closed again.

Rou Yi didn't break away, Shen Yuanzhou's gray-green pupils deepened, the smile on his lips widened, and the joy faded from the bottom of his eyes.

The school bell rang soon.

Zhuang Sining's hands were warmed up, so he tugged at his wrists.

"Almost, you can relax."

Shen Yuanzhou's eyelids trembled, but without moving, he grabbed the delicate flesh in Zhuang Sining's palm and squeezed it.

Gee.

It also pinched her like plasticine.

Zhuang Sining frowned helplessly and smiled, "My palms are sweating. Let go, or I won't be able to write."

Shen Yuanzhou's thin lips were pressed down for a moment, he lowered his head, his eyes fell on the desk, his expression was indistinct.

After a long pause, he felt Zhuang Sining's slight struggle, and then he suppressed the unhappiness in his chest, and let go of the opponent's hand.

Zhuang Sining breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the class was over, Shen Yuanzhou stretched out his slender hand, grabbing her wrist and was about to interlock her fingers.

Zhuang Sining quickly withdrew her hand.

"My hands are getting hot, so I don't need to warm them up."

Shen Yuanzhou's eyes fell on Zhuang Sining's clenched fist and resting his right hand on his chest, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, his jaw line pursed his lips, and he lowered his gaze.

Zhuang Sining was keenly aware of the change in Shen Yuanzhou's mood. She leaned over and whispered, "What's the matter? Sudden upset."

Shen Yuanzhou ignored her, didn't even give her a look, and lay down on the desk directly, as if he wanted to sleep.

Zhuang Sining: ...

Then, he suddenly turned into a ruthless little hedgehog again.

There is really nothing to do with him.

Zhuang Sining sighed, raised his lips, moved closer to Shen Yuanzhou, and handed over his right hand: "Hey, I'll pinch your hand."

Shen Yuanzhou didn't move.

Zhuang Sining: "No? Then I take it back."

After saying that, Shen Yuanzhou still lay on the desk without looking up.

Zhuang Sining raised her eyebrows, and took back the hand that was extended.

The result was not halfway through, when a slender, powerful hand with well-defined knuckles suddenly stretched out from under the desk, grabbed her firmly, and pulled her in the direction of the other party.

Her hand was instantly pulled to the side.

Zhuang Sining looked at Shen Yuanzhou's duplicity reaction, smiled helplessly, a doting look unconsciously flashed across his eyes, and he leaned his body over there as if accepting his fate.

Thanks to her good temper, Shen Yuanzhou is getting more and more insatiable...

However, Shen Yuanzhou, who was lying on the seat, did not sleep. After achieving his goal, he turned his head to look at the person next to him, with a pair of beautiful upturned eyes, and a satisfied smile inside.

Heart swelled and softened.

He looked at Zhuang Sining fixedly, and couldn't help pinching the tender flesh in his palm with his fingers.

"Oh, don't pinch, it's itchy." Zhuang Sining tilted his head and gave Shen Yuanzhou a look, but he didn't withdraw his hand.

Shen Yuanzhou's eyes were completely bent down, his gray-green pupils were dazzlingly bright like the sparkling lake surface under the starry sky.

Zhuang Sining stared blankly, and soon her mood improved, revealing the dimple on her lips.

(End of this chapter)