After finishing the exam, my mind still felt a little foggy. I checked the time; it was still early. I turned on my computer and clicked on that familiar icon—League of Legends.
LOL, let's go!
"Hello? Can you hear me?" He put on his headphones, turned the microphone up to the maximum, and immediately started speaking in a cheeky tone.
"I can hear you! Enter voice chat!" A familiar voice came through the earpiece; it was Huang Minghao.
"Hurry up! Let's play the Rift! Carry me to the top this game!" another voice shouted. It was Li Xiang, my gaming buddy from class.
"Here it comes! Let's get started!" I quickly clicked match, the ID was "Qingyuan_Shadow Hunter".
They instantly plunged into the battle in Summoner's Rift.
He picked Lee Sin as his jungler and started giving instructions in a rapid-fire manner.
"Haozi! Go! Get him! Do him! Great! Nice!"
"Li Xiang, where's your ADC positioning?! Flashing to get hooked? Are you some kind of bait?"
"Holy crap! He stole my red buff?! Get him!"
The keyboard and mouse clicked away, and his mouth was also busy, criticizing his teammates and praising himself (mainly praising himself), immersed in the adrenaline rush of pushing towers, taking dragons, and making a last-minute comeback.
Those romantic thoughts from just now were temporarily overshadowed by the clash of swords.
Two games with a huge lead, one a hard-fought comeback, a stellar performance with a KDA all in the green. Right in the crucial mid-game team fight of the fourth game, our team initiated a perfect team fight, achieving a 0-for-3 exchange, and we were preparing to push onto the high ground—
"Click".
The crisp sound of a door lock turning came from the living room. Immediately followed by the clanging of keys being tossed onto the shoe cabinet in the entryway.
Mom's back?
My headphones had good noise isolation, and the team fight was so loud that I couldn't hear the specific sounds outside. I was only focused on the high ground tower in front of me: "Charge! Charge! Tower! Kill! Kill! Damn, that Thresh!"
Just then, it seemed like I heard... another rather deep male voice?
We flattened the high ground, the crystal exploded, and the word "Victory" popped up. I quickly switched out of the game, turned off the voice chat, and took off my headphones. Only then could I clearly hear voices coming from outside.
"...I'm exhausted. Huixin, where are you putting this dress?" It was her father, Shen Hongwen's voice!
Hold!
Dad's back too?!
Didn't we agree to meet tomorrow?
Zhou Huixin's slightly tired but clear voice rang out: "Put it in my bedroom's walk-in closet... Hey, where's Youyi? Where's Momo?... Momo! Youyi!"
"Coming, coming!" I quickly replied, "Dad, I was playing games in my room! I just finished!"
He shouted as he quickly saved and exited the game. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and stretched his stiff shoulders.
I pushed open the bedroom door and walked into the living room.
Sure enough, Zhou Huixin, the mother, was putting down her bag. She looked travel-worn from her business trip, her face showing signs of fatigue but her eyes were bright.
Shen Hongwen, the father, stood beside him, carrying a duffel bag and wearing a shirt and trousers. He had obviously just gotten off a plane or taken a long-distance bus.
"Dad, Mom, why did you come back together?" I tried to keep my expression natural.
"Old Shen's project ended early, and we just happened to take the high-speed train back. I'm exhausted..." Mom rubbed her temples. "Where's Youyi?"
"Maybe he's sleeping?" I replied guiltily.
My mom knocked on Shen Youyi's door, but there was no response. I quickly said, "I'll go call her." I turned around and slipped to Shen Youyi's door, turning the doorknob.
The room was dark, with the lights off and the curtains drawn.
Shen Youyi was curled up in bed, still wrapped in a blanket, sleeping soundly, her cheeks flushed.
I went over, squatted down by the bed, and gently shook her shoulder: "Youyou, wake up, Dad and Mom are back."
She groggily opened her eyes, and when she saw it was me, her eyes instantly welled up with that familiar, watery, and unreserved affection, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile: "Brother..."
Her voice was soft, husky, and sweet, as if she had just woken up.
"Get up quickly, Mom and Dad are back, it's time to eat." I deliberately lowered my voice.
She seemed to only then realize that there was someone else in the house, and said "Oh" before propping herself up to sit up.
The blanket slipped off, revealing her upper body, which was wearing a shirt.
She was still a little sleepy, but when she saw me, she couldn't help but want to lean against me again.
"Get ready and come out quickly." I patted her head, got up, and went out first.
My mom worked quickly, changing into her pajamas and starting to cook. There weren't many ingredients at home, so she simply stir-fried some tomatoes and eggs, and some garlic-flavored greens. She also chopped up the braised meat she'd brought back and put it on the table.
Shen Youyi also came out of the room rubbing her eyes, with red marks on her face, and her hair was slightly combed.
The four of them sat down around the small dining table.
Dad took a sip of water, put down the cup, and glanced at me with a smile: "Momo, your mom said on the phone that you made great progress in this mock exam? Top 50 in the grade? Not bad, kid!" His voice was loud and clear, full of joy.
I was a little absent-minded, picking at my vegetables: "Hmm...it's alright, just testing my knowledge..."
"How's Youyi? How's she doing in her first year of high school? Is she keeping up?" Dad asked again.
Shen Youyi ate her rice, her eyes sparkling, glancing at me every now and then, and answered in a crisp voice, "He's a great dad!" without going into details.
My mom put food on our plates: "Focus on your studies, everyone. Especially Momo, keep up the good work! Don't fall back down again."
I mumbled a reply, "Okay, Mom," but my mind was already elsewhere.
Because it's under the table...
A small, cool foot in white socks silently reached out from the opposite side! It slipped right into my trouser leg! Then it traveled up my calf!
It was her calf! Then her knee! Through the thin fabric of her pants, that little foot was rubbing back and forth restlessly!
Damn! I froze! I looked up at the other side of the table. Shen Youyi was looking down, taking small bites of rice, her cheeks flushed, her long eyelashes drooping, as if she knew nothing.
However, that foot continued upwards, its slippery sole pressing gently yet firmly against the center of my crotch through the fabric of my school trousers—the part that had just been summoned and was beginning to rise and become engorged!
Her big toe even began to bend, and with her rounded toe pad, like a kitten kneading, she pressed and rubbed the bulge rhythmically through the fabric!
The pressure was applied with exceptional precision, a little itchy, a little numb, carrying a strong suggestive provocation!
Instantly, I felt a rush of blood to my lower abdomen!
I almost hummed aloud at the dinner table!
It's hard!
That little devil!
I forced myself to stay calm, instinctively squeezing my legs together, and mumbled a "hmm" in response to my mother's words.
Sensing the tension in my muscles and the hardness through the fabric, that little foot moved even more brazenly!
The soft soles of my feet moved back and forth, almost like stroking, caressing the sensitive area under my pants!
Each friction generates a subtle yet stimulating electric current!
"By the way, Dad," I quickly changed the subject, trying to distract myself from my lower body and also to block my dad's gaze from looking over, "was the project completed ahead of schedule?"
Dad didn't notice anything amiss and enthusiastically talked about his work. Mom also chatted about what she had seen and heard at the teaching and research meeting.
I could only pretend to listen attentively while enduring Shen Youyi's mischievous foot under the table.
I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles during the meal, and beads of sweat even appeared on my forehead. After finally finishing the meal, my parents suggested watching a movie to relax.
Shen Youyi immediately chimed in, "Okay!" and even winked at me secretly.
After they finished showering, the four of us snuggled up on the sofa and watched a movie—Avengers: Infinity War. I had already seen it, but they hadn't.
The living room lights were off, and only the screen's light flickered.
Shen Youyi casually sat down next to me.
Not long after the movie started, her icy little hand quietly reached out from the sofa crack on her side and placed it directly on my thigh. Then, with a clear purpose, through the fabric of my pants, she gently covered the hard, erect bulge that had been completely aroused by her toes!
Soft fingers began to gently knead and caress...
In the dimly lit living room, only the flickering screen showed Thanos wreaking havoc on planets one by one, with sound effects so powerful they made your heart tremble.
I had half my buttocks sunk into the soft cushions on the far left of the sofa, while Shen Youyi was pressed tightly against me on the right—her body heat seeped through my thin pajamas, carrying a hint of gardenia fragrance and the sweetness unique to passion.
My parents were right next to me.
My mother, Zhou Huixin, was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the sofa, her body slightly turned to the side, which blocked most of my view.
She wore a silk robe, her profile reflecting the changing light of the screen, highlighting her full waist and hips.
Dad, Shen Hongwen, sat on the far right, arms crossed, watching intently, occasionally pointing at the screen: "Tsk, Thanos's really ruthless..." Mom responded quietly: "Who's that green-skinned guy? The one in full armor? Looks pretty tough..."
There was enough space between us and our parents for one person to sit, which became a safe buffer zone at this moment.