The boy with the umbrella is from their class.
Song Nuan, a classmate, generally doesn’t socialize much in the class and spends her ti solving problems.
This ti, asking her was just him testing his luck; after all, Song Nuan is genuinely beautiful.
Her delicate face, clear almond eyes, the whole aura is fresh and tender.
Who would’ve thought that she raised her face, her almond eyes forming a lovely curve, and said, "Sure, thank you."
She agreed. This left the boy stunned; it was beyond his expectations.
Seeing him speechless, Song Nuan smiled and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"No, nothing," the boy said, smiling as he held the umbrella, "Shall we go eat sothing first?"
He seized the opportunity.
"Hmm," Song Nuan pondered for a second, "sure, I’m just a bit hungry."
She lowered her head, preparing to text Song Yi that she wouldn’t be ho for dinner tonight.
The next mont, a pair of black Martin boots appeared in her line of sight, rainwater pattering down nearby, leaving droplets on the shoes.
She paused, dazedly looking up, her gaze trailing upward until she saw the man’s defined hand gripping the umbrella handle, making her heart inexplicably race.
Finally, her gaze landed on his face; his features were refined yet carried a sense of sharpness, and a natural air of aloofness and indifference.
The man stood in the rain holding the umbrella, his deep black eyes fixed on Song Nuan, then shifted to the boy.
Sothing caught in his throat; he didn’t know what to say.
His thin lips moved several tis before he hoarsely uttered, "Didn’t you say you’d treat to a al?"
"Oh, yes," Song Nuan realized, "You waited for to get out of school just for a al?"
Lu Yan’s lips twitched slightly.
A al?
This little girl truly has a way with words.
He nodded slightly, a hint of indifference in his eyes, "Let’s just say I ca for a al."
Song Nuan thought for a mont, "But I’ve already agreed to have a al with him."
Moreover, Lu Yan wasn’t anyone special to her.
Lu Yan’s expression darkened.
This was the girl who not long ago suggested dating him.
The speed at which she shifted her affections was astonishingly swift.
Lu Yan: "That should’ve been my invitation first."
"Uncle," the boy spoke up at this point, "You look considerably older, how do you have the nerve to ask us students to treat you to dinner?"
"And what common topics would we have for dinner?" the boy smirked, "There’s a generational gap between us, Song Nuan doesn’t want to, so don’t force it, besides, who are you to her?"
"Does she need to treat you to dinner?"
Lu Yan: "..."
Taking a deep breath, for the first ti he felt that these teenagers were truly hard to handle.
"I’m her guardian, how co? You plan to have a al with my Song Nuan?" As he spoke, his eyes squinted, "Do you want ’Uncle’ to talk to your teacher about your desire to date early?"
The boy heard that and had a montary fear in his heart, looking towards Song Nuan.
She didn’t say he was her guardian; what kind of guardian speaks like this?
One word about telling the teacher, he really did seem just like a guardian.
The boy hesitantly spoke, "What’s wrong with having a al, revolutionary friendship, how is that early dating, it’s your dirty mind that makes you think that way."
"Song Nuan, who is he to you?" The boy asked boldly, looking towards Song Nuan for an answer.
Song Nuan not expressing an opinion made the boy unwilling to back down.
Lu Yan squinted his eyes, impatiently prodding his back teeth with his tongue.
Damn.
The next second, the man reached out and unceremoniously pulled the young girl from beside the boy under his umbrella.
The sound of rain pounded against the umbrella, her heartbeat also sped up.
The sll in the air was the crisp scent belonging to a mature man.
This was a flavor no young boy could have, a calm ford by life’s experiences.
The man hooked an arm around Song Nuan’s shoulder, "Let’s go ho."
Finishing his sentence, without looking at the boy, he tucked Song Nuan into his embrace, stepping into the rain, leaving.
Tall and short, he protected her well, the umbrella tilted more to her side.
Boy: "..."
Song Nuan held by him didn’t refuse, her small head lowered, watching their steps.
She instinctively matched his stride, stepping left with him, then right.
Seeing their synchronized steps, the young girl’s lips curled into a faint smile.
Lu Yan’s mind, however, was occupied with sothing else.
This was indeed a bit dangerous, if he hadn’t co later today or didn’t co at all, what would Song Nuan do with that boy? No need to even think.
The more he thought, the more he felt a bit frustrated inside, unsure why.
Tang Si was really right, Song Nuan’s thoughts were quite risky, she couldn’t just be allowed to go astray.
A little girl.
Lu Yan unintentionally glanced at her, her little face carrying a faint, contented smile.
Seeing this inexplicably cald the flare of rage in his heart.
Her face seed to symbolize all things pure and good.
Alright then.
Lu Yan slightly tightened his grip on the young girl’s shoulder, temporarily sacrificing his ti for finding a girlfriend to take care of her.
The two walked all the way to the car.
Song Nuan sitting in the passenger seat said, "You ca to pick up, just for a al?"
Lu Yan fastening the seatbelt replied, "...It’s for dinner."
The term ’al’, it made him sound like a beggar.
Song Nuan showed no concern, shrugged her shoulders, "You just disrupted my date earlier."
"You have to compensate ."
Lu Yan took a deep breath as he finished fastening the seatbelt, he turned to look at Song Nuan, contemplated for quite a while, his Adam’s apple shifting slightly before he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, "Dating requires exclusivity, you asked to be your boyfriend, so you can’t seek out anyone else for a while."
After managing to say this, Lu Yan’s gaze wavered a bit; feeling sowhat uncertain inside.
For crying out loud... only eighteen years old.
Uttering these words made him feel sowhat predatory.
In his life, Lu Yan had never been this timid, entering burning rooms, going on rescues, he never faltered.
Defeated by a little girl.
If word got out, how could he still face it?
Lu Yan rubbed his temples; even before formally speaking, it had co to this.
He licked his lips, gazing at the rain outside the window, thinking thick-skinned — he really needed to get better at it like Tang Si.
Song Nuan looked at his profile, montarily stunned, "But you clearly didn’t agree."
Lu Yan instantly turned back, his dark pupils reflecting her image, "What else do you think I ca looking for you for?"
...
For a few seconds, the air remained silent.
Song Nuan’s clear eyes blinked, her gaze soft and tender, "Boyfriend?"
Lu Yan gritted his teeth hard.
Why was it so embarrassing?
Extrely awkward, he spat out a word, "Yes."
Just as he spoke, he was suddenly taken aback.
The young girl’s small hand, both tender and slender, took his large hand.
It carried warmth.
The feel caused his heart to skip, so that’s what the hand of a young girl felt like...
The next second, Song Nuan leaned towards Lu Yan —
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