Chapter 8 – “Being Over 100 Isn’t Because You’re Tall”

Although the person beneath her was thin, Shen Baizhou could feel that his chest muscles were well-developed! People like this were usually very strong. Shen Baizhou didn’t dare to let go; he slowly lowered his head to observe…

In the darkness, he was shocked to realize that the person beneath him was wearing a white outfit. The fabric was thick, and he could feel it just by touch… Luckily, he remembered clearly that Su Hongdou wore a red silk pajama set. It wasn’t her… wait. He looked again, paying closer attention to the white clothing… it seemed to be a taekwondo uniform??

“This…” Shen Baizhou froze. He let go… and slowly lifted the large pillow that had fallen onto the other person’s face.

“Su… Miss Su?” he heard himself ask in a trembling voice.

There were heavy, rapid breaths.

“Ah, ah…” a familiar sweet voice moaned from beneath him.

It was her. It was really Su Hongdou…

The person beneath him moved constantly, rubbing against him, her heavy breaths hitting his face. His arms pressed down hard on her arms… his legs tightly entangled with hers… his body pressed firmly against her soft form…

They were so close that Shen Baizhou could even clearly feel Su Hongdou’s abdominal muscles…

So what he thought were chest muscles earlier… no wonder he could touch them just by lifting his upper body—oh, he should have realized!

Shen Baizhou broke out in cold sweat. Who had chest muscles that tall—and soft!?

“F-first of all, I want to make it clear that I’m not weaker than you!” Su Hongdou panted indignantly beneath him.

“You just took advantage of a sneak attack…”

“Y-yes, yes!” Shen Baizhou jumped up like he had been shocked by electricity, fumbling and apologizing nervously: “I-I’m sorry, Miss Su! I didn’t realize it was you, I thought it was a criminal…”

As he spoke, he turned on the light. But the moment the light came on, his words stopped, as if caught in his throat…

Under the light, Su Hongdou’s long hair was messy, floating around as she panted heavily. One of her slippers was nowhere to be seen, the other hung awkwardly on her foot. Her bare foot had nowhere to rest, the delicate white toes twitching slightly…

Of course, that wasn’t the point. The point was the black belt that symbolized supreme rank—it had already come undone… Without the belt, her uniform top had completely opened… revealing a smooth, snow-white stomach.

And the messy light pink bra could barely contain her ample chest. With Su Hongdou’s heavy breathing, her chest heaved up and down… wave after wave…

The scene was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Shen Baizhou suddenly sat up, bent over, and blocked his view as best as he could… He thought it wasn’t his fault—the body was still too young.

“Miss Su… why are you in the kitchen?” he asked, thinking quickly, saying the first thing that came to mind.

Then he noticed the traces of oil on her mouth and the bowl of Yangzhou fried rice on the table, which had been partially eaten…

Rumble.

It was Su Hongdou’s stomach growling. She turned pale, fixed her clothes, and clutched her stomach tightly.

“You’re hungry?”

“Mm,” Su Hongdou nodded glumly. “I was too hungry to sleep…”

“Then… why didn’t you eat the fried rice I made earlier?”

“Good girls shouldn’t weigh over a hundred,” Su Hongdou’s pretty face twisted with hunger.

“I’m already over a hundred pounds. I’m not a good girl anymore; I can’t eat…” Shen Baizhou wiped the sweat off his forehead. So it was all a misunderstanding?

Su Hongdou looked frustrated. She had gone upstairs to change into her uniform, eagerly waiting for Shen Baizhou, the pervert, to come upstairs so she could heroically subdue him… But the longer she waited, the hungrier she got. Shen Baizhou hadn’t shown up at all, and she couldn’t sleep because of hunger…

Usually, she could endure being hungry at night, but today she had practiced taekwondo for a while and helped Shen Baizhou carry boxes. She was absolutely starving…

After a mental struggle, she decided to go downstairs to eat an apple. Just an apple!

But when she opened the fridge, she saw Shen Baizhou’s fried rice. Poor thing—she had been tormented by the smell all evening and could no longer resist. She tore off the plastic wrap and dug in!

Delicious! But so shameful—this was someone else’s food, and she was supposed to be dieting.

“Mm, tastes really good… but it’s a bit cold…”

Delicious, shameful, cold—all sorts of conflicting feelings swirled in Su Hongdou’s mind. She forgot to turn on the light while eating.

She was enjoying it when suddenly, a strong gust hit her from behind. Something soft slammed into her face, and she was pressed down!

At that moment, Su Hongdou realized this was the practical combat experience she had waited over ten years for.

“Great,” Su Hongdou thought excitedly. “Time to show real skills!”

But reality was a bit crueler than she imagined…

Her inward spinning move failed. Her high kick failed. Her spinning kick couldn’t be executed.

She was pinned under Shen Baizhou, completely powerless to retaliate…

“Have you practiced combat?” she asked indignantly while fixing her clothes, thinking this guy was stronger than a special forces soldier.

“Combat? Never learned it…” Shen Baizhou replied.

Seeing Su Hongdou’s expression, he quickly corrected himself:

“No, wait, I have… I did practice combat…”

After all, he had learned military-style martial arts during college training…

By now, he realized that this goddess wasn’t the icy, untouchable queen he imagined. She seemed… a bit naïve? For example, she wasn’t upset about being pressed against him and having him see her—she was only worried about losing the fight.

“She’s definitely read too many online novels,” Shen Baizhou thought. Many authors set up heroines who practice martial arts from a young age and can easily subdue men. Shen Baizhou always wanted to roll his eyes at that…

Apparently, their heroines were all like Zhang Weili? Looks like Miss Su Hongdou was another victim of online fiction…

“I mainly won because it was a sneak attack,” he quickly said to soothe her. “Also, my weight helped—you’re too light.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” Su Hongdou nodded in agreement, her expression improving. But then she frowned: “But I’m already over a hundred pounds…”

“You didn’t account for your height!” Shen Baizhou blurted out, hoping to get past this awkward moment.

“Good girls shouldn’t weigh over a hundred” is meant for girls who are 160 cm. How tall are you?”

“173 cm.”

“There you go! So your ideal weight should be 173 times 100 divided by 160…” He did a quick calculation: “108 pounds!”

“Really!” Su Hongdou’s eyes lit up. “So I’m not fat!”

“Of course not!” Shen Baizhou thought. Even while you were wriggling beneath me, I was uncomfortable… You’re over 100 pounds not because you’re tall, but because you’re so curvy! That size—how could you be under a hundred?