The people in the cafeteria looked at the rapidly fleeing figures with puzzled gazes. Leng Youlan was completely immersed in her own world. Her heart ached, ached to the point of almost not being able to breathe, ached to the point where only she existed in the world. She was also angry. What was she angry about? She suddenly didn’t know why she was angry. Was it because Yi was on a date with the school flower? Was it because Yi didn’t drop the beauty to have lunch with her? Thinking about it, she found herself ridiculous. She had no necessity, no right to interfere with anyone, right?
Leng Youlan took a deep breath, adjusting her complex emotions, quickly hiding them behind her coldness. Because she knew someone was already walking towards her.
In the cafeteria, it was as silent as a windless lake at night, with attractive gazes locked on that tall figure. “I want you to be my woman.” The slightly raised corner of his mouth showed arrogance, staring at Leng Youlan, his narrowed eyes shooting out the excited light of a hunter pursuing prey. “Okay, according to the game rules,” her indifferent tone had no change in pitch.
Ignoring his burning following gaze and the crowd’s surprised gasps, Leng Youlan calmly walked out of the cafeteria. Now, she needed to think calmly.
“Hmph! Cold and aloof woman, I want you to show me everything.”
Leng Youlan retracted her deep black gaze from the window, her cold expression revealing no emotional ripples. She walked out of the already empty classroom.
“Why are you still not going home so late?” Lei Tianyi’s deep, dark eyes flashed with anger, glaring at the petite figure, his coldness devilish and frightening.
“The sunset is infinitely beautiful, just near dusk,” Leng Youlan glanced at the figure behind her. She suddenly thought the poem was beautifully desolate.
“What nonsense are you talking about? I’m asking why you’re not going home after school?” His eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
Leng Youlan looked at the figure that had just appeared, stopped walking, and raised her hand to smooth his furrowed brow. The fist immediately loosened, grasping her delicate hand.
