Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âOkay, Luo Sang said.
Class was ending in 15 minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. This was because the man standing outside was maintaining the same posture, staring intently at her.
Everyone in the classroom was whispering:
âLook at the way heâs looking at her. Heâs mesmerized.
âHeâs so patient. Itâs as if Luo Sang has him under a spell.
âMy boyfriend has never treated me this way.
âAll of a sudden, I feel like my boyfriend has never even loved me before.
Luo Sang felt her entire body flush with warmth. She discreetly sent him a text saying, âEveryoneâs talking about me. Go downstairs and wait for me.
Nian Junting looked down at his phone before casually tucking it away in his pocket. He continued to stare at her.
Luo Sang was speechless.
Finally, class ended. Luo Sang was seated in the middle of class, not far from the door. Following her group of classmates as they left, she noticed that many of them had secretly checked Nian Junting out as they walked past. It seemed like they were catching a glimpse of something rare.
It was only when he saw her that his cold, expressionless gaze became warm. Being a woman, Luo Sang could not help but feel proud.
âWhatâs with the wound on your face? As she approached, Nian Juntingâs tone sharpened. âTang Ning only said that she fought with you. She didnât mention anything about you being wounded. I thought you had claimed an absolute victory.
âDid you think you were the one who fought with her instead? How do you even know about it? Luo Sang was confused. âDonât tell me you have insiders at school.
Nian Junting stayed silent. He just looked at her wound. The fair skin on her cheeks had only been slightly disturbed by two superficial scratches, but it made his blood boil. âThat Tang Ning only received a few slaps, whereas your wounds are so serious. It must be that she is jealous of your beauty. Had I known earlier, I would not have let her go.
Luo Sang could not think of what to say. âHow is my wound even serious? I only have a light abrasion. Tang Ning is the one who has a swollen face. I think her lips were even bleeding.
âIn my eyes, it would be an injury if even a single hair of yours dropped. Nian Junting sighed.
â...
Although she felt helpless, Luo Sang still felt a warm feeling within her heart. It was as if she were being cradled like a princess in his arms. âAlright, letâs not talk here. Letâs talk when weâre downstairs. Luo Sang grabbed his elbow.
As they turned, someone hollered from behind, âHuang Qingyang, youâve forgotten your phone.
Nian Juntingâs long legs stopped moving. He turned to see a skinny young man stopping in his tracks. He had a few pimples on his face, but his features were still decent. Luo Sang noticed, too, and impatiently rolled her eyes.
As they walked down the stairs, Nian Junting said, âI didnât know that Huang Qingyang looked like a weasel.
âNo way.
âA weasel never has good intentions paying a visit to a chicken. Looks are derived from the heart, Nian Junting said, expressing his thoughts. âStay away from him in the future.
âIâve never interacted with him, alright? Luo Sang snapped. âWhy did you see Tang Ning this morning? Now that I think about it, I havenât seen her all afternoon. Donât tell me that you took her bungee jumping, too.
âWhy would I take such an ugly woman bungee jumping? I took Ye Chuen bungee jumping because weâre relatives. Nian Junting sneered.
â... As if bungee jumping with you was like going on a date at an amusement park, Luo Sang thought. What a nightmare that must be for a woman.
âI took her to Fenglin to make her tell my grandmother about all the lies she spun about you in school, so that my grandmother could see Chuenâs true colors. Nian Junting patted her hand regretfully. âAt first I was intending to have the school expel her, but after thinking about it, if youâre going to marry me, I canât always have my grandparents be mistaken about you. I even invited my mother along as a witness. They no longer object to us dating now.