Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 172 My Tinnitus
Qin Zhao gripped the fixed handle inside the cabin tightly, her hands turning white, and she hummed in response.

Shen Yanci put his index finger to his lips and made a shushing gesture.

The moment Qin Zhao's lips parted, a strong gust of air rushed into her throat, and she couldn't help but cough.

Physiological tears flowed directly from her eyes, and for a moment she felt like she was suffocating.

Shen Yanci took her hand and stroked it soothingly.

Qin Zhao opened her eyes to look at him, and he was looking at her too.

The wind blew through their hair, and the booming sound of the main rotor tearing through the air and the high-frequency sound of the tail rotor pounded against their eardrums through noise-canceling headphones.

She stared at him for a while, and Shen Yanci raised an eyebrow. If they weren't on a helicopter, he would have said a few words like a peacock spreading its tail.

He simply smiled, his eyes filled with laughter, and tilted his head slightly in her direction.

Qin Zhao was still looking at him, his gaze unreadable. He instinctively felt something was off, but hadn't yet had time to discern the exact emotion within it.

She has already turned around.

Fireworks shot up from below and exploded, leaving trails of smoke in their wake.

She seemed a little surprised; the fireworks weren't actually that high.

The helicopter landed smoothly, but Qin Zhao still felt a sense of unreality when he stepped on the ground, vaguely feeling the ground undulating and a little dizzy.

Shen Yanci helped her up: "Are you alright?"

The eardrums sounded muffled, as if they were being shy.

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement, waved his hand, and said in a louder voice than usual, "It's nothing."

Shen Yanci smiled, took her hand, and got on the shuttle bus to the lounge.

The night was dark, with the faint chirping of insects.

The people next to them handed them two bottles of ice water. Shen Yanci said, "Hold them in your mouth to lower your tongue temperature."

Qin Zhao took it and drank a sip.

Shen Yanci: "Open your mouth."

Qin Zhao: "..."

She rested her hand on the armrest, pursed her lips, and glanced at him sideways.

There were two more staff members ahead, staring straight ahead without looking to the side.

Qin Zhao turned her head away, giving him a profile view that was almost completely obscured, her attitude quite clear.

Shen Yanci smiled, glanced to the side, and pinched her chin to force her to turn around.

Qin Zhao was truly angry; his brows furrowed.

Shen Yanci held up the spray and looked at her: "Oral spray, doesn't your throat hurt?"

"..."

Qin Zhao took it: "I'll do it myself."

Shen Yanci stared at her for a moment, then let go.

She found the nozzle and was about to spray when Shen Yanci said, "Don't aim at your throat, aim at your palate."

The minty flavor fills the nasal cavity, with a hint of herbal bitterness, and then slowly the honey flavor emerges.

A cool sensation, accompanied by a stinging feeling, touched my cheek.

She hissed silently and blocked his hand.

"Cold gel," Shen Yanci explained. "Does it hurt?"

The wind blew on my face for a while, and it felt like there was a layer of cotton on my face; the coolness seeped in, and then slowly warmed up again. It was a very strange feeling.

She turned her face towards him.

Shen Yanci paused for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing, and continued to help her press and rub the area.

She pursed her lips, and he softened his grip.

Qin Zhao wiped his own neck, while Shen Yanci sprayed himself with facial mist next to him.

The rest area had been cleaned of protective suits, and now also contained electrolyte drinks and artificial tears.

When Qin Zhao applied tear syrup to himself, his hand slipped, and the tears rolled down his face.

She covered her ears.

The buzzing in my ears hasn't stopped yet.

Shen Yanci had also changed his clothes: "What's wrong?"

"fine."

Qin Zhao lowered his hand: "Let's go home."

Shen Yanci wanted to say something, but Qin Zhao had already stood up, so he could only follow her and take her hand.

The greenery here is excellent, and there's not as much light pollution as in the city center; it's very quiet.

Qin Zhao didn't speak, letting him lead her, her eyelids half-closed, her expression not very good. Shen Yanci pulled her back, not letting her go forward.

Qin Zhao then glanced at him.

"Why are you unhappy again?"

Qin Zhao paused for a moment: "I'm not unhappy."

She even smiled at him as she said that.

Shen Yanci didn't know why, but he felt as if there was something between them, which gave him a strange sense of unease.

He covered his ears: "Zhao Zhao, I have tinnitus."

Qin Zhao raised his eyelids slightly: "What?"

"Tinnitus," Shen Yanci said weakly. "A side effect of the helicopter ride."

Qin Zhao's hand clenched slightly, because of the helicopter.

Her expression finally changed, her mouth moved, and she leaned half a foot towards him: "Is it serious?"

It was just a very faint buzzing sound.

Shen Yanci nodded, looking aggrieved, and hummed in agreement: "Do you have tinnitus?"

Qin Zhao lowered his head: "A little."

"Why didn't you say so just now?" Shen Yanci stopped pretending this time.

"You didn't say that either."

Shen Yanci choked up and stopped dwelling on the matter. He completely covered her ears with his palms, his fingers touching the back of her head: "Close your eyes and take three deep breaths through your nose."

She did so.

But when I close my eyes, I feel a sensation of falling backward.

She opened her eyes, still uneasy, and grabbed his arm again.

There was still some artificial tears on her eyelashes, making them wet.

Shen Yanci blinked slightly, and after 20 seconds suddenly let go.

With his ears exposed to the air again, Qin Zhao felt that the buzzing sound had dissipated considerably.

Her eyes lit up.

Shen Yanci lifted his eyelids slightly, and as he made another move, Qin Zhao had already tilted his head back and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

He pressed his palm against her ear, his gaze shifting there for only two seconds before returning to her eyes, the tip of her nose, and her lips.

Qin Zhao felt a sense of relief as the tinnitus subsided.

She looked up and saw Shen Yanci's dark eyes, then blinked.

Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed, and he moistened his lips: "One more time."

Qin Zhao lowered his eyelashes and closed his eyes.

The shadow moved, carrying a faint warmth, and pressed down on her.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she opened them, meeting Shen Yanci's slightly dazed eyes.

His eyes moved slightly as he looked at her with his eyelids half-closed.

The two of them were so close that their noses were almost touching.

The wind rustled through the leaves.

He stopped there, his dark eyes fixed on her.

Qin Zhao closed his eyes.

A hand left her ear and placed behind it.

Warm, moist lips pressed against hers, gently making her lips moist as well.

Pressing my palm against my ear amplifies bone conduction, making my heartbeat feel like it's coming through my jawbone, each pulse vibrating in my mouth. The ringing in my ears, much like the static on an old-fashioned television screen, becomes background noise.

The subtle friction sound of lips touching is amplified by the brain.

Her tailbone tingled from the stimulation, and she hummed in response. She frowned, pushed against his hand, and tilted her head slightly.

Shen Yanci's eyes were still glazed over. He gently rubbed her face with his thumb and asked in a low, husky voice, "What's wrong?"

Qin Zhao pursed his lips and remained silent.

It doesn't seem like they're angry.

A little awkward.

Qin Zhao: Tinnitus is normal.
Yan Cige: She's shy.
No, bro, remember the way she looked at you in the helicopter? You're in for it.

DBQ: The next chapter will be very late, please don't wait, the holidays are too difficult, sorry...

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