Feeling the familiar temperature of his palm, Su Rourou's heart beat violently, her fair face was unknowingly stained with a touch of pink, and even her neck was a little red.
For a moment, it seemed that all the noise around them had gone away, as if there were only the two of them left here. Su Rourou didn't look back, but stared blankly at the big hand covering her little hand, and countless beautiful memories flooded her heart at this moment.
In her freshman year, she often came to the library to pretend to be a literary youth, read novels and drink coffee. And every time, Luo Yichen would quietly hold her hand and accompany her. How many sunny afternoons, they just sat quietly on the bench by the window, snuggled up to each other and basked in the sun. They didn't need too many words, but they could feel each other's most real heartbeat.
At that time, time seemed to be wasted. They could sit quietly like this for a whole afternoon, and they didn't leave holding hands until the library closed.
Afternoon sunlight in spring shines through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the library and shines on the rows of bookshelves, casting shadows on the ground one after another. I don't know how long it took before Su Rourou finally got out of the memory, trying to get her own hand out of his.
But Luo Yichen's grip was so tight that she couldn't move at all.
Sensing her resistance, Luo Yichen put his other hand on the bookshelf, trapping her inside, leaving her nowhere to escape.
"Rou Rou..." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, his warm breath blowing over her neck.
Hearing these two most familiar words, Su Rourou's nose suddenly became sour, and her chest ached again.
Time seems to be slowly flowing backwards at that moment with the sound of "Rou Rou"...
Seeing that she didn't resist anymore, Luo Yichen's lips gently rubbed against her ear, and moved closer to her cheek little by little.
At the same time, the hand he had originally placed on her held her face, making it turn slightly towards him at an angle...
Just like that, his lips were getting closer and closer to hers... He could even feel her sweet breath lingering at the end of his nose.
However, in the next second, he only felt a sharp pain in his feet, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. He jumped back a few steps, and his back hit the bookshelf straight.
It turned out that Su Rourou stomped on him hard when he closed his eyes and wanted to kiss her!
Looking at Luo Yichen who was leaning against the bookshelf unexpectedly, his face full of pain, Su Rourou's mouth curled into a triumphant smile, and then left with a cold snort.
This idiot is really getting smarter and smarter now, and it's getting harder and harder to deceive. Luo Yichen sighed in frustration, his pair of deep phoenix eyes darkened first, then brightened again...
It wasn't until the sunset that Su Rourou left the library. Holding a dozen books she just borrowed in her hand, she walked slowly on the path by the lake.
The spring breeze blew across the lake, blowing her long hair hanging around her side, and also blowing her heart that had been frozen for many years...
With a fresh and sweet temperament, coupled with a few "spiritual food" in her arms, the image of a literary and artistic young woman she created has successfully attracted a large number of boys.
It was only a short ten-minute walk from the library to the school gate, and 22 boys successively came to strike up a conversation with her.