Just then, there was a knock at the door, followed by Xu Meng’s voice, “Xiao Chen, your mom just sent over some daily necessities. I hung the bag on the doorknob. Come get it later!”

Startled, Lin Zichen instinctively took his hand off Shen Qinghan’s leg.

But he quickly realized—he and Shen Qinghan were made for each other and both families supported them. What was wrong with touching her leg?

So he set his hand back on her little black-silk-clad foot and replied while gently stroking, “Okay, got it, Aunt Meng!”

Compared to touching her leg, he found touching her foot more interesting—he could hold the whole foot in his hand.

After Xu Meng left, Lin Zichen got out of bed, opened the door and brought the bag in.

Thinking of the awkward scene from the last time Shen Qinghan stayed over, he opened the bag and rummaged through it—sure enough, he found an ultrathin XX condom inside.

He shook his head, tossed it back in and pretended not to see it.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go all the way—it was just too soon.

They hadn’t even kissed yet. What was the rush?

Jumping straight to the end would be dull. It was better to savor slowly getting closer.

“Aunt Xin already brought the stuff. Why don’t you sleep here tonight?”

Then Shen Qinghan added, “Ever since primary school, you haven’t slept in my bed again. It’s always been me sleeping in yours. That’s so unfair.”

“Then I’ll sleep here more often,” Lin Zichen said with a smile.

“Hmph. You’ve got a lot to make up for. You’ll need to sleep here at least a few hundred times to balance the count,” she said.

“You counted?”

“Of course!”

“Then since you’ve peed my bed so many times, should I pee in yours too?” he joked.

Shen Qinghan pouted, “That’s not the same. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“But I’m teasing you on purpose.”

“You’re awful!” she said, tossing a pillow at him.

He caught it and tossed it back with a laugh.

They went on like that, throwing the pillow back and forth, bantering playfully.

Unnoticed, time slipped to 1 a.m.

Seeing how late it was, Lin Zichen said, “It’s really late. Let’s sleep. Staying up is bad for a girl’s skin.”

“It’s already 1 a.m.?”

Shen Qinghan checked the time and realized how late it was. She usually went to bed before midnight.

“No way, I need to brush my teeth and wash my face and get to sleep.”

She quickly took off the stockings, slipped on her shoes and went to the bathroom.

Lin Zichen picked up the stockings on the bed and examined them.

The quality really was good—well worth the thousands.

Good legs deserved good stockings.

Even so, he thought he’d buy a few cheaper pairs later—lower quality, single-use and toss them after ripping them for fun.

* * *

About ten minutes later, Shen Qinghan finished washing up and came back. Then Lin Zichen went to wash up.

Five minutes after that, he returned.

By then, Shen Qinghan had changed into pajamas and was sitting on the bed, waiting to sleep together.

Seeing this, he walked unhurriedly to the light switch and said, “I’m turning the light off.”

“Go ahead.”

Click.

The room went dark.

Then Shen Qinghan remembered she hadn’t put on a diaper and said quickly, “Xiao Chen, turn the light back on—I forgot my diaper.”

Click.

Lin Zichen turned the light on again.

Shen Qinghan got out of bed, opened a drawer and took out a diaper.

She didn’t go to the bathroom and didn’t ask Lin Zichen to leave—she only asked him to turn around.

Then she took off her pants in the room and put the diaper on with practiced ease—she wasn’t shy with Lin Zichen at all.

“Okay, you can turn back.”

“I’m turning the light off.”

“Go ahead.”

Click.

The room went dark again.

They got into bed quickly, sharing the same quilt and even the same pillow. Their bodies were close enough to hear each other’s heartbeats.

As he settled in, Lin Zichen noticed her bed had a light, pleasant fragrance. It was very comfortable.

Curious, he asked, “Hanhan, why does your bed smell nice? Did you put something on it?”

“Nope, that’s my body scent. Sleep in the bed long enough and it smells like me,” she said.

“Body scent?”

He was puzzled, “But it doesn’t match your usual scent.”

Turning to face him, she said firmly, “It really is my body scent. If you don’t believe me, smell me now.”

“Then I’ll try.”

He shifted closer and sniffed at her chest.

After a careful moment, it still didn’t match.

Just as he was about to ask again, he caught sight of an aroma diffuser hanging at the headboard out of the corner of his eye and realized he’d been tricked.

“Oh, so that aroma diffuser at the headboard is your ‘body scent,’ huh?”

“But I really do have a body scent,” she said playfully, refusing to admit it and teasing him on purpose.

He was about to speak when he suddenly felt the warmth of her breath on his face and realized their faces were very close.

Looking at her rosy, moist cherry lips, a desire to kiss them welled up inside him.

Sensing the romantic mood, Shen Qinghan’s eyes grew hazy.

After a few seconds of gazing at each other, Lin Zichen slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

Feeling the warmth of his lips, Shen Qinghan shivered as if shocked by electricity.

Her whole body went weak and soft, as if she were melting.

Lin Zichen didn’t kiss for long—after savoring the softness of her lips for a moment, he drew back.

For the next half a minute, neither spoke. They simply savored that brief, beautiful moment.

When two people are in love, a first kiss feels truly wonderful—addictive, even.

Suddenly, Shen Qinghan broke the silence.

She lifted the quilt, put on her shoes and headed for the door.

“What’s wrong?”

“I peed…” she said, mortified.

Just a kiss from Lin Zichen had made her heart race and her body heat up—and then she couldn’t control it and peed.

Hearing those words, Lin Zichen sensed something and immediately sat up, “Was it when we kissed just now?”

“Mm.” Shen Qinghan answered, cheeks burning.

Just peeing from a kiss—there was nothing glorious about that. It was mortifying.

He asked again, “What did you feel just then? Was your mental state surging?”

“My heart sped up. It felt like a rush. And my body suddenly got hot—then I peed…” she said awkwardly, “And yes—my mental state fluctuated a lot.”

After thinking for a moment, Lin Zichen shared his guess, “I suspect that your unknown superpower might be related to spiritual power and controlled by it. If your spiritual power is strong enough, you might be able to fully develop and control this superpower.”