Even through her blouse, he could still feel the softness of her body . . .

Her waist is so slender, the kind that you can easily wrap your hand around .

She has a pleasant scent, and it smells just like her too—a little milky, a little sweet . . .

As these thoughts flickered past Lin Jiage's mind, he couldn't help but look at s.h.i.+ Yao's waist once more .

Due to her walking movement, her hips were constantly swaying .

Lin Jiage's gaze followed the motion of her hips intently, and as he looked on and on, his ears began to burn up . . .

And to his astonishment, he actually started wondering if her waist would feel even softer and more supple if she weren't wearing clothes instead!

Just how did such a dirty thought pop up in his mind? In fact, he even had the urge to try how it felt for himself . . . Was this what Song Chaoxi meant by 'wanting to sleep with her'?

. . .

s.h.i.+ Yao brought Lin Jiage to a mala stir-fry pot store that was part of a chain store located in a shopping mall not too far away from their school .

It was currently lunchtime, so there were quite a number of people around . They had to queue for a while before they managed to get a seat .

s.h.i.+ Yao was the one who placed their orders, and when the attendant asked how spicy the food should be, s.h.i.+ Yao turned to Lin Jiage and asked, "Are you fine with extremely spicy?"

Even a little spicy is hard for me to accept, much less extremely spicy . . .

Despite thinking this in his head, Lin Jiage nodded with a perfectly composed expression, as if he'd be fine with anything at all, "Sure . "

Then, he pondered for a brief moment before turning to the attendant and saying, "Add another bowl of white rice to the order . "

The attendant quickly jotted down the order before taking his leave . In less than twenty minutes later, the dishes they ordered were served to the table .

Lin Jiage stared in horror at the pot filled entirely with red chili before him . Under s.h.i.+ Yao's pa.s.sionate invitation, he picked up a slice of pork belly with dread and placed it into his rice bowl . He rolled it back and forth on his rice for quite a while, and after removing a huge chunk of the chili from the slice, only then did he finally put it into his mouth .

But with just a single bite, Lin Jiage immediately froze from the explosion of flavor in his mouth .

He didn't want s.h.i.+ Yao to notice his reaction, so he forcefully controlled the expression on his face as he slowly chewed on the meat . It was a long moment of agony before he finally managed to swallow that small slice of pork belly .

He lifted his head to look at the young lady in front of him, and she seemed to be relis.h.i.+ng in the dish, as if they weren't eating from the same pot at all .

She sure is good at eating spicy food . . .

It seemed like he'd have to learn how to eat spicy food to maintain the harmony of their future life together . . . Un . . . Next week, the menu for Room 501 shall be: Steamed Fish Head with Chili Pepper, Mala Tofu, Water-boiled Beef Slices, Duck Blood Curd, Stir-fried Chili Chicken . . .

However, Lin Jiage didn't spend too much time pondering over food because he recalled another matter that was even more important—the issue concerning Soft Bun and Big White Chubby .

He spent the entire night yesterday twisting and turning around, barely catching a wink of sleep, all the way until daybreak . But even so, he still couldn't find an answer to his dilemma .

It was just like Lu Benlai had said; the reason why he took care of Yao Loves Ice Cream in the game was because she was a girl . He felt that the girl he liked should be able to understand him this much . . .

Or maybe, should he ask Soft Bun to see what she thought about this matter?

Lin Jiage lowered his gaze as he contemplated deeply for a short moment before he raised his head and called out, "s.h.i.+ Yao . "

s.h.i.+ Yao was still delightedly tackling the mala stir-fried pot before her when she heard Lin Jiage's call, so she tilted her head up and asked, "Hm?"

Lin Jiage: "There's something I'd like to hear your opinion on, is that okay?"

s.h.i.+ Yao nodded vigorously, "Sure, ask me anything you like . "

Lin Jiage took a brief moment to organize his thoughts and words before continuing, "I…"

Just after speaking that single word, he suddenly paused .

It didn't seem like a good idea for him to admit that he was the person in question . . .

So, after two seconds of hesitation, Lin Jiage continued, " . . . have a friend who recently got to know two girls . "In mala stir-fry pot, the customer chooses the ingredients they would like in the dish—usually meat, eggplant, sausage, bamboo shoot, lotus root, seaweed, vegetable, enoki mushroom, etc . —before deciding on how 'spicy' they want the dish to be . Basically, there's a little spicy, moderate spicy, big spicy, and extremely spicy . After which, based on the customer's request, the cook will stir fry the ingredients together with an appropriate amount of chili and spices . Also, I would like to say that the Chinese takes their spices very seriously . Extremely spicy is really at that extent where even those who are decently fine with eating chili will start breathing fire .

Even through her blouse, he could still feel the softness of her body . Her waist is so slender, the kind that you can easily wrap your hand around . She has a pleasant scent, and it smells just like her too—a little milky, a little sweet . As these thoughts flickered past Lin Jiages mind, he couldnt help but look at s.h.i.+ Yaos waist once more . Due to her walking movement, her hips were constantly swaying . Lin Jiages gaze followed the motion of her hips intently, and as he looked on and on, his ears began to burn up . And to his astonishment, he actually started wondering if her waist would feel even softer and more supple if she werent wearing clothes instead! Just how did such a dirty thought pop up in his mind? In fact, he even had the urge to try how it felt for himself . Was this what Song Chaoxi meant by wanting to sleep with her? . s.h.i.+ Yao brought Lin Jiage to a mala stir-fry pot store that was part of a chain store located in a shopping mall not too far away from their school . It was currently lunchtime, so there were quite a number of people around . They had to queue for a while before they managed to get a seat . s.h.i.+ Yao was the one who placed their orders, and when the attendant asked how spicy the food should be, s.h.i.+ Yao turned to Lin Jiage and asked, Are you fine with extremely spicy? Even a little spicy is hard for me to accept, much less extremely spicy . Despite thinking this in his head, Lin Jiage nodded with a perfectly composed expression, as if hed be fine with anything at all, Sure . Then, he pondered for a brief moment before turning to the attendant and saying, Add another bowl of white rice to the order . The attendant quickly jotted down the order before taking his leave . In less than twenty minutes later, the dishes they ordered were served to the table . Lin Jiage stared in horror at the pot filled entirely with red chili before him . Under s.h.i.+ Yaos pa.s.sionate invitation, he picked up a slice of pork belly with dread and placed it into his rice bowl . He rolled it back and forth on his rice for quite a while, and after removing a huge chunk of the chili from the slice, only then did he finally put it into his mouth . But with just a single bite, Lin Jiage immediately froze from the explosion of flavor in his mouth . He didnt want s.h.i.+ Yao to notice his reaction, so he forcefully controlled the expression on his face as he slowly chewed on the meat . It was a long moment of agony before he finally managed to swallow that small slice of pork belly . He lifted his head to look at the young lady in front of him, and she seemed to be relis.h.i.+ng in the dish, as if they werent eating from the same pot at all . She sure is good at eating spicy food . It seemed like hed have to learn how to eat spicy food to maintain the harmony of their future life together . Un . Next week, the menu for Room 501 shall be: Steamed Fish Head with Chili Pepper, Mala Tofu, Water-boiled Beef Slices, Duck Blood Curd, Stir-fried Chili Chicken However, Lin Jiage didnt spend too much time pondering over food because he recalled another matter that was even more important—the issue concerning Soft Bun and Big White Chubby . He spent the entire night yesterday twisting and turning around, barely catching a wink of sleep, all the way until daybreak . But even so, he still couldnt find an answer to his dilemma . It was just like Lu Benlai had said; the reason why he took care of Yao Loves Ice Cream in the game was because she was a girl . He felt that the girl he liked should be able to understand him this much . Or maybe, should he ask Soft Bun to see what she thought about this matter? Lin Jiage lowered his gaze as he contemplated deeply for a short moment before he raised his head and called out, s.h.i.+ Yao . s.h.i.+ Yao was still delightedly tackling the mala stir-fried pot before her when she heard Lin Jiages call, so she tilted her head up and asked, Hm? Lin Jiage: Theres something Id like to hear your opinion on, is that okay? s.h.i.+ Yao nodded vigorously, Sure, ask me anything you like . Lin Jiage took a brief moment to organize his thoughts and words before continuing, I… Just after speaking that single word, he suddenly paused . It didnt seem like a good idea for him to admit that he was the person in question . So, after two seconds of hesitation, Lin Jiage continued, . have a friend who recently got to know two girls . In mala stir-fry pot, the customer chooses the ingredients they would like in the dish—usually meat, eggplant, sausage, bamboo shoot, lotus root, seaweed, vegetable, enoki mushroom, etc . —before deciding on how spicy they want the dish to be . Basically, theres a little spicy, moderate spicy, big spicy, and extremely spicy . After which, based on the customers request, the cook will stir fry the ingredients together with an appropriate amount of chili and spices . Also, I would like to say that the Chinese takes their spices very seriously . Extremely spicy is really at that extent where even those who are decently fine with eating chili will start breathing fire .