Encroachment chapter 30 and chapter 31

 30 Childhood Sweethearts

During a tense moment, he furrowed his brow and spoke solemnly, “Let me check on you first.”

He knew exactly when to do what, and his thoughts were well-organized.

She became anxious, “Check on me? I’m fine…”

Only, there was still a slight ache in her private area. When she went to the restroom, she noticed faint traces of pink on the tissue.

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“Regardless of whether there is or isn’t anything wrong, let me have a look,” Wei Shi resolutely demanded.

His authoritative and domineering manner triggered Shen Shuman’s anger. She glared at him indignantly, tightly pursing her lips, and her jaw tensed. “No!”

It was the first time he had seen her so annoyed.

Taking a moment to consider her shy and reserved personality, like a sensitive plant that closes up at the slightest touch, he softened his tone and gently coaxed, “Shen Shuman, I’m your husband and also a doctor. I’m concerned about you and worried you might get hurt. That’s why I want to check on you.”

“But I still don’t want to!” She resembled a hedgehog raising all its thorns, trying to break free from his grasp and curling herself into a ball.

Seeing her struggle so fiercely, Wei Shi decided not to touch her and let her timidly protect herself.

How could he comfort her emotions now? Wei Shi found himself at a loss.

“Sigh…” He sighed, suppressing the emerging desire within him and replacing it with helplessness towards her situation.

“Go to sleep early, good night.” He turned off the light and lay down beside her, trying to maintain some distance, afraid of causing her any more distress.

In order to avoid being woken up by the glaring sunlight early in the morning, Shen Shuman had already drawn the curtains of the balcony sliding door.

The tranquil moonlight cast a hazy glow, seeping through the gaps into the room, leaving a silver ribbon on the wooden floor.

They slept back to back, and Wei Shi gazed at that melancholic moonlight, his thoughts wandering endlessly.

When did he start noticing Shen Shuman?

Was it when they were seven years old, and he happened to turn around, finding her pouting like a cute little goldfish, etching her image into his mind?

Or was it after passing by the art studio several times, noticing her uniquely unattractive paintings, so he started to pay attention to her?

Or perhaps it was when they were ten years old, watching her dance gracefully like an elegant and pure little swan on the stage, that his heart suddenly started pounding?

Time had blurred his memory, and he couldn’t recall anymore.

He only remembered that she often followed him carefully, using her fox-like eyes, filled with joy, resentment, or pity, to gaze at him with admiration.

Coincidentally, he admired her too.

They were supposed to be childhood sweethearts, deeply in love and completely innocent.

Why did it take so many years before they officially crossed paths?

He regretted the time that had inexplicably passed.

Shen Shuman believed that she was the only one who cared so diligently about him.

In reality, he also knew quite a bit about her.

He knew she was attractive, catching the eyes of many, and that boys often teased and confessed to her.

She always avoided those boys who confessed to her, and over time, he noticed her unusually strong aversion to contact with the opposite sex. If he guessed correctly, she might have androphobia.

The failed confessions of those boys served as a cautionary tale for him, leading him to set boundaries with her, keeping a careful distance and not daring to get too close.

Even though he knew that she probably had feelings for him too.

But who could guarantee that she wouldn’t be scared away by his confession if he took the initiative? Who could assure that after he confessed, she would still feel the same way about him? Not even she herself could be certain.

Stars are beautiful precisely because they are beyond anyone’s reach.

If one day a star fell from the sky and came rushing towards you, would you catch it willingly, or would you quickly run away?

Wei Shi knew that he could only wait, wait with longing, for her to approach him on her own, willingly falling into the trap he had set.

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31. Taking a Bite

In truth, Shen Shuman was unaware that he had privately warned those ill-intentioned boys to stay away from her.

Some boys would heed his warning and behave more reservedly.

However, some boys had a violent temper and refused to listen to advice.

Dealing with these unyielding individuals, Wei Shi’s methods were always straightforward and rough – a good beating would make them behave.

Speaking of which, there was an incident that happened back then –

That year, he was fourteen years old and in his third year at Huan High School. To save commuting time, he chose to stay in the school dormitory.

Once, on a rare occasion, the school granted the senior students a double weekend break. He happened to run into Shen Shuman when he returned home after school.

In the same neighborhood, on the same street, she was walking ahead, and he was following behind.

Suddenly, a little boy rushed out and bumped into her. She took two steps back, while the boy landed on his bottom, using his hands to support himself. His phone fell out of his pocket.

She quickly helped him up, expressed her concern, checked his injuries, and picked up his phone, returning it to him.

After a while, the little boy left.

It was just a minor incident, and Wei Shi didn’t pay much attention to it.

Later, it was said that a girl in their class caught a boy who was often sent by troublemakers to secretly take photos of girls’ private parts.

The boy’s photos spread throughout the whole grade, and it turned out that quite a few girls had fallen victim to him.

When Wei Shi saw that boy’s photo, his mind went blank, and he suddenly thought of Shen Shuman.

A male student in the class learned that his girlfriend had been secretly photographed, so he immediately organized a few male classmates to teach those troublemakers a lesson.

Upon learning this, Wei Shi joined the battle filled with righteous indignation.

Although he was only 14 years old, he had good genes for height and long legs. Coupled with his training in taekwondo and jujutsu since childhood, his punches were precise and ruthless, leaving no room for hesitation.

Even though there were around twenty to thirty people involved in the street fight late at night, Wei Shi stood out too much and instantly became the target of the group attack.

With his bare hands, he broke through the encirclement like a valiant general clad in radiance, bloodthirsty and fierce. His cold and proud gaze, along with his serious and intimidating expression, made him imposing and untouchable.

The scene was deeply memorable, and all the male classmates present collectively dubbed him the “War God.”

However, Wei Shi scoffed at this somewhat pretentious title. He was there to retrieve the photos.

The troublemakers were smart enough to hand over the items.

Wei Shi took a quick glance at the phone, found Shen Shuman’s pictures, and his eyes darkened. He secretly transferred them to his own phone.

Afterward, he formatted the mobile phone.

Following this incident, the boys in the class looked at him with a touch of admiration and respect, not to mention the girls who already had a favorable impression of him.

Ugh, all this admiration and respect, only he knew what he really had in mind—

He just wanted to get Shen Shuman’s photos.

Thirteen-year-old Shen Shuman had already begun developing.

A pair of approximately B-cup, still tender and delicate mounds, stood perky, the milky white flesh overflowing from the non-wired bra of a young girl.

Her breast shape was very good, full and round, with distinct contours, forming a semi-spherical shape. The distance between her mounds was neither too wide nor too narrow, and one could faintly see a hint of cleavage.

It’s not hard to imagine how alluring she would be after full development.

As for the other photo, the angle was not good enough to capture her skirt’s scenery, but it did capture her legs, which was fascinating and made people’s imagination wander.

The concept of “partially hidden like holding a pipa” always attracts more than a straightforward approach.

That section of her thigh was well-proportioned, smooth, and fair, making him wish he could take a bite.

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