Chapter 19: Yang Mi: Zhang Li's Phone—Why Did Shi Answer? (New Book, Please Follow)

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Liu Shishi opened her eyes and met Zhang Li’s clear gaze. Instinctively, she wanted to stand up and flee. But the next moment, she felt her arm being grasped. Following that, a large, firm hand pressed against her back. With his strength, she was pulled directly into Zhang Li’s embrace, chest against chest. She could even feel his hot breath, sending tingles all over her body.

“What... what do you want!?” Liu Shishi half-shyly, half-annoyed, whispered, her voice soft as a spring.

“It’s not what I want,” Zhang Li smiled gently, lowering his gaze. “It’s what you want to do to me, Shishi.”

“You were awake just now!?” Liu Shishi’s eyes widened in surprise. She clearly remembered pushing him hard, but he hadn’t reacted at all.

Seeming to see through her thoughts, Zhang Li replied, “Of course, I was pretending to sleep.”

“Why would you pretend?” she tried to break free, only to find his hold tightening.

“Several mornings I’ve woken up with lipstick marks on my face, which puzzled me,” Zhang Li teased with a mischievous glint. “Surely you don’t sneak a kiss every time after your massage, do you?”

“Nonsense!” Liu Shishi’s mind flustered, instinctively denying it. “I always shower first, never put on lipstick, so how could there be any marks?”

“Never even once?” Zhang Li lowered his voice. “Maybe you forgot once, or wanted to look better when seeing me, so you put some on?”

“Absolutely not!” she insisted firmly.

After sneaking kisses more and more often, her lips had become more beautiful in shape, color, and texture. She didn’t like wearing lipstick or gloss—it felt unnecessary.

“Fine, if not,” Zhang Li looked into her eyes for a moment, then suddenly laughed. “It doesn’t really matter, as long as you admit you often sneak kisses when I’m asleep.”

“You, you...” Liu Shishi’s expression stiffened.

Only now did she realize Zhang Li had cleverly trapped her—she hadn’t denied the sneaky kisses.

“What’s wrong with that?” Zhang Li leaned closer. “I’m not accusing you. Or are you going to argue?”

“I, I...” Liu Shishi’s eyes darted nervously, searching for an excuse.

“No buts—you can’t deny kissing me just now,” Zhang Li teased.

She placed one hand on her chest, the other instinctively bracing herself. But as she exerted force, her hand slid across Zhang Li’s well-defined abs.

The sensation was electric.

Seeing his sly smile and those persuasive lips, her heart suddenly hardened.

“Mmph!”

Instead of struggling, Liu Shishi forcefully pinned Zhang Li down and kissed him—this time not a gentle peck, but deep and intense.

The touch of his lips startled Zhang Li briefly before he responded.

She felt a burning warmth invade her, her teeth giving way quickly.

“Mm~”

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A strange sensation spread through her body, growing hotter by the moment.

Liu Shishi felt lightheaded; her mind seemed to lose all ability to think.

Her clumsy yet somewhat practiced kissing replied in kind, as if her body was melting under the sensation.

Unconsciously, Zhang Li had shifted their positions, pressing her beneath him.

Then suddenly, she felt a chill around her.

By now, she knew Zhang Li wouldn’t let her go.

Her heart was willing; she didn’t resist, cooperating awkwardly.

“Leaving it to you isn’t so bad!”

“Shh~ be gentle!”

At this moment, she barely had the energy to focus on the voice in her mind.

[You and Zhang Li have been together once: Constitution +1 / Resilience +1 / Detox & Beauty +1]

[You and Zhang Li have been together three times: Constitution +1 / Resilience +1 / Detox & Beauty +1]

[You and Zhang Li have been together seven times: Constitution +1 / Resilience +1 / Detox & Beauty +1]

The time moved to 7 a.m. the next morning.

Zhang Li’s phone rang, waking them both groggily.

“So noisy!”

Liu Shishi instinctively grabbed the phone, still half-asleep, and saw the caller ID: “Misfortune for Life.”

Seeing “Yang Guo Misfortune for Life,” she knew it was Zhang Li’s contact name for Yang Mi.

Because of this nickname, Yang Mi had often pressured Zhang Li to change it.

“So it’s Mi calling.”

Still fuzzy-headed, Liu Shishi answered the call.

“Master Changqing, stinky junior, Ah Li, it’s already 7:30. Why aren’t you here yet? You have a flight to catch,” Yang Mi’s clear, slightly nasal voice came immediately.

“Mi, you dialed wrong,” Liu Shishi replied.

“Eh, Shishi?” Yang Mi paused, glanced at her phone from a distance. “No, I was calling Ah Li.”

“!” Liu Shishi was instantly alert.

Memories from last night flooded back like a tide.

The ache beneath her abdomen confirmed she hadn’t been dreaming.

Her first experience of forbidden fruit had erased all barriers between them. They had gone on late into the night.

No, Zhang Li—the beast—had found the taste irresistible and showed no mercy.

If she hadn’t trained in dance since childhood at the Northern Dance Academy, with flexibility and stamina, plus her enhanced constitution, she wouldn’t have lasted at all.

She definitely didn’t like this kind of thing, absolutely not...

“Smack!”

Liu Shishi lightly slapped Zhang Li’s arm.

Her delicate face flushed pink, her eyes shimmering with moisture.

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“You said you took the wrong phone last night, now come swap with me,” Zhang Li whispered in Liu Shishi’s ear, suggesting quietly.

He had actually woken a few minutes before the ringtone.

But waking to find Liu Shishi beside him, with skin as white and smooth as jade and delicate features, how could he not admire?

“Oh my, how did Ah Li’s phone end up with me?”

Liu Shishi gave him a side glance and explained immediately, “Must have been after the massage last night—I took the wrong phone.”

“Mi, I’ll go swap phones for Ah Li now. He’ll call you back soon.”

Hearing this, Yang Mi didn’t suspect anything and cheerfully agreed, “Then hurry him up; he needs to get to the airport.”

“Alright, I’ll help you beat him up,” Liu Shishi said, glaring at Zhang Li.

That bastard’s hands were up to no good again.

“Smack!”

After hanging up, Liu Shishi lightly slapped the back of Zhang Li’s hand, feigning anger. “Behave yourself; last night wasn’t enough.”

“How can it ever be enough?” Zhang Li hugged her. “A lifetime isn’t enough.”

Blushing deeply, Liu Shishi took a deep breath. “Get up quickly; Mi might come looking.”

“Let her come—we’re not hiding our relationship,” Zhang Li said casually.

This pleased Liu Shishi, but her reason prevailed. “I don’t want to be teased on set later.”

“If people find out, it might affect both our careers. We’re still young; better keep it secret for now.”

“If Sister K knew I was tricked by you, she’d be even more furious.”

Liu Shishi felt Zhang Li, only eighteen, wasn’t as mature in thought as she was.

She appreciated his openness but knew their special professions required discretion.

Of course, she could gradually confide in a few trustworthy friends.

No official announcement, but not completely underground either.

“Do you want to keep me hidden away like a treasure?” Zhang Li frowned.

“No, listen,” Liu Shishi, as the older sister, began to explain.

Zhang Li listened but looked displeased. “Sounds reasonable, but kind of like a cheater’s excuse. Are you trying to hide me away?”

Liu Shishi: !

She suddenly threw off the covers, pointing at Meihua. “Who are you calling a cheater?”

Zhang Li: “...”

Oops, she’d gone too far this time.