Translator: Yunyi
âWhat?â
Tang Xinrou really had to give in to An Feiranâs calm temper. She felt that it didnât make sense to talk to him.
âGet out of the way, Iâm... Iâm leaving!â
Her surroundings were quiet. The smell of the boyâs body filled her nose. The light scent of pine was obviously very faint, but it silently drilled into every pore of Tang Xinrouâs body.
It was extremely overbearing.
She was trapped in a small space, her back against the wall.
An Feiran was approaching.
At this moment, the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground suddenly came from the empty corridor. It was especially clear.
Tang Xinrou reacted instinctively. She pushed An Feiran away and tidied up her slightly messy clothes.
The sound stopped not far away.
She raised her head and looked over. When she saw a delicate and beautiful little face looking at them, Tang Xinrouâs pupils constricted.
Her face instantly turned red. She said embarrassedly, âYaoyao... Y-you havenât left yet?â
She actually didnât notice that she was still around.
Song Yaoyao raised her beautiful eyebrows and raised her hand to indicate that she understood everything.
âI received a call, so I was delayed for a while. Did I disturb you guys?â She took another step forward and quickly walked past Tang Xinrou, smiling like a little fox. âSorry, you guys continue...â
âHey, Yaoyao! Wait for me!â
Tang Xinrou was furious. She glared at An Feiran and chased after her.
But before she even took two steps, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
By the time Tang Xinrou reacted, she had already been grabbed by the boy. Her hands were held above her head, and she was pushed against the wall.
The faint smell of pine grew stronger and closer.
Tang Xinrouâs breathing trembled. What was she nervous about?
âA-An Feiran, you... Donât mess around...mm...â
The words âmess aroundâ were blocked.
Tang Xinrou was angry and frustrated. Her face was so red that it almost looked like blood. Like red clouds in the sky, no one knew whether she was angry or embarrassed.
âB*stard!â
Just as she was about to run out of oxygen, Tang Xinrou bit him with hatred. As she separated from him, An Feiranâs calf was kicked.
âI knew you werenât a good person. You usually act innocent and harmless, but youâre just pretending!â
Blood seeped out from the corner of An Feiranâs lips, and he reached out to wipe it away.
He looked at Tang Xinrou seriously. âNow weâre even.â
Tang Xinrou didnât know why, but when she heard this, her heart hurt. The hot air made her eyes bulge. She sneered. âFine! Letâs call it even! Donât talk to me in the future! Iâve finally seen through you, you scumbag!â
She angrily picked up her bag from the ground and rushed downstairs without looking back.
An Feiran quietly watched. Just as her figure was about to disappear, he suddenly said, âTang Tang, letâs date.â
The girlâs figure paused and then sped up.
âBah! Only a ghost would like you! Youâre Dreaming!â
An Feiran sighed and rubbed the corner of his sore lips in frustration.
She was so fierce...
The entire corridor was quiet. There was no one left in the school.
An Feiran lowered his head. Just as he stepped off the first floor, a figure suddenly pounced on him with a delicate fragrance. The voice was fierce. âDonât move! Youâre being kidnapped by a ghost!â
An Feiran blinked. There was an advantage to having a slow reaction.
For example, the surprise was like an endless tide that swept towards him in waves.
It lasted for a long time.
He grinned, his smile clear and bright.
âAm I dreaming?â
A moment later, his cheeks were pinched mercilessly.
But what was transmitted to him was not pain, but joy.
âDoes it hurt?â
An Feiran shook his head.
Tang Xinrouâs face was burning so badly that it was about to smoke.. She rolled her eyes. âThen, congratulations, youâve encountered a ghost!â