“I’ll come pick you up at your dorm at six-thirty.” Her half-year of ardent pursuit had become known throughout the school, and some malicious people often made sarcastic remarks, hoping to make her a laughingstock.
Yet she remained unfazed, never complaining about the ridicule she faced in front of him, nor ever gossiping about others.
He had always appreciated her straightforward and genuine personality. Over the past half year, she had gradually seeped into his heart like water wearing away stone, occupying an important corner.
However, he did not intend to let her know that he had already fallen for her, because watching her passionately pursue him was quite entertaining.
Shi Xuan instinctively responded, “No need to be so troublesome. Let’s just meet at the entrance.”
An Zhang shook his head, “No, wait for me in your dorm. I’ll come pick you up.” His lazy voice carried an undeniable insistence.
Such a naive girl, didn’t she understand his intention?
He wanted to silence those girls who mocked her yesterday, saying she was a shrimp dreaming of swan meat, with his actions.
“Okay then,” she nodded. Realizing she had been holding his arm the whole time, she felt embarrassed and wanted to let go, but was somewhat reluctant.
Stealing a glance at his reaction and seeing he didn’t seem to mind, she boldly slid her hand down, quietly intertwining her fingers with his.
She had long noticed his fingers were slender and beautiful. In comparison, her honey-colored skin seemed a bit darker, and her already short fingers looked even shorter.
Shi Xuan wrinkled her nose, focusing on the magical sensation of his soft palm pressing against hers. His hand felt smooth as silk.
“Do you play the piano?” she asked, unconsciously playing with his fingers.
“I learned before,” An Zhang smiled, allowing her to fiddle with his hand.
“No wonder your hands are so long and beautiful,” she praised, daringly interlocking her fingers with his.
Seeing he didn’t refuse, she excitedly looked up, gazing into his smiling eyes. Her cheeks blushed, hearing her own rapidly beating heart.
He suddenly raised his other hand. She was startled, but he gently brushed a leaf from her hair, speaking with a hint of indulgence, “Would you like to hear me play?”
Ah! She was stunned with joy, then passionately responded, “Yes, yes, yes. I really want to!”
