( ) Chapter 1079: A Single Grasp of Rivalry On his first move, Land Yun didn’t see Wang Shiyu displaying any resistance or expressions of anger or dissatisfaction—this only reinforced his conviction. Though she had been sharp with him lately, during the time he and Zhao Feiyan were together today, she had shown a clear mix of envy, jealousy, and a hint of longing, which now, under the current circumstances, fully confirmed that Wang Shiyu genuinely liked him—not merely that they were each other’s adversaries, constantly bickering and making jokes at one another’s expense. In fact, since Wang Shiyu had transferred to the school, she had never seemed to have held any unfavorable impressions of Land Yun. It was only when Land Yun, before developing a deeper connection with her, had made advances on her—on her pure, innocent young girl—that she had begun to feel resentment. Hm, actually, Land Yun hadn’t done much for her before—just a few gentle presses with his body against her back, and a few paper balls thrown at her elastic, bouncy cotton-ball-like figure. But today, to physically grasp her, to feel the softness and suppleness of her flesh directly, as she Of course not. But at this moment, Wang Shiyu could hardly muster any resistance—her mind was filled only with bashfulness. Lu Yun’s fingers gently squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh, and the previously imagined tingling sensation, like electric currents spreading through her body, surged forth now in a roaring, tidal wave. Never had a boy touched her body so intimately—let alone her most cherished area. Now, Wang Shiyu was so flustered that she wanted to shout at Lu Yun, yet feared drawing the attention of teachers and classmates. She even considered kicking him right out the window with her foot, only to worry that her sudden movement might tear his clothes apart, thus not just gaining an advantage, but also exposing herself to the entire class. If her clothes were torn, then the boys who had always watched her with wolfish eyes would surely be treated to a spectacle. Suddenly, a rather absurd thought struck her: she now found herself rather displeased with her breasts—how large they were! If they were more modest, perhaps Lu Yun wouldn’t have taken such an interest in her, and wouldn’t have transferred to this small-town middle school. Despite her frustration, as Lu Yun’s grip on her arms grew more dynamic, Wang Sh Lu Yun had the energy to tease Wang Shiyu at this moment, unaware that at some earlier point, Wang Shiyu had nearly choked him to death. Facing such an awkward question, not only was the current Wang Shiyu, who had already lost her sense of self, completely at a loss—she even doubted she could answer it, even when fully conscious. Ah, well—seemingly, Wang Shiyu had regained her awareness the moment Lu Yun’s hands slipped into her clothes, yet she still hadn’t managed to muster any resistance. What on earth? Now, Wang Shiyu found herself thinking, “Hold on to you,”—why on earth had she developed this thought?