After hanging up the phone, she looked up to see Mu Xingfeng standing at the kitchen door with a cup of brown sugar water, his deep, dark eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.
Oh no, did he hear the conversation I just had with Xiao Xiao?
Feeling a bit guilty, An Ran diverted her gaze and began looking through the call logs on her phone.
Mu Xingfeng, acting as if nothing was wrong, walked over with the brown sugar water and placed it on the coffee table in front of her: "Drink this while it’s hot. I’ll go to the canteen to get dinner. Stay here at ho like a good girl."
He finished speaking and didn’t wait for An Ran’s response, heading straight to the kitchen, grabbing the lunchbox, and walking out.
At the mont he closed the door and turned around, a cold aura emanated from Mu Xingfeng.
An Ran’s words, he heard them all. She really is so intimidated by the age gap; three years is a generational gap, five years is a chasm—does that really hold true?
No, the information Lin Junyang gave him indicated that the girl is clearly twenty years old. How could three years be a generational gap and five years a chasm? Could Lin Junyang’s information be wrong, and he is actually eight years older than her?
For the first ti in his twenty-six years, Mu Xingfeng felt insecure, and this insecurity was beyond his control.
Seeing Mu Xingfeng leave, An Ran felt a complete sense of relief. She sipped the brown sugar water while continuing to look at her phone.
To her surprise, she found the sweetness and temperature of the brown sugar water just right, but she had no idea how Mu Xingfeng managed to make it so perfect.
There were twenty-six missed calls on her phone. Besides Xiao Xiao, there were also two calls from another person, without any notes indicating who it was, likely not a close acquaintance.
An Ran dialed back the number, and after a brief ring, a gentle voice answered the phone: "An Ran, it’s Lu Yi. I heard you fainted. How are you now?"
An Ran didn’t expect the call to be from Lu Yi. Did her fainting cause the whole class to lose their ranking? Thinking this way, An Ran felt quite guilty.
So An Ran quickly admitted her mistake: "I’m sorry, class monitor. It’s my fault that everyone was affected."
Lu Yi heard this and knew An Ran had misunderstood, he chuckled softly. The sound of his laughter ca through the receiver like spring water flowing in the mountains, bringing a touch of coolness to the scorching sumr.
An Ran couldn’t help but think, it’s said that a pleasant voice can make ears feel pregnant. Turns out, such voices really exist. Listening to Lu Yi’s voice, she felt like her ears were indeed going to get pregnant.
She couldn’t help but think of Mu Xingfeng. Mu Xingfeng’s voice was also very pleasant, with that unique deep and sexy tone of a mature man, especially on the training field, carrying that distinctive iron-blooded flavor of a team captain.
Ugh, why am I thinking about him? An Ran shook her head, trying to shake off these inexplicable thoughts, and continued: "Class monitor, can you tell everyone that I honestly can’t afford Shengbaiwei? Could we go to a more ordinary restaurant? I can treat everyone to a al.
I had already assured Guo Xinyi and Sun Beibei that if anything went wrong, I’d cover it. I thought nothing would happen, but who knew I’d faint thanks to my period. It’s really embarrassing.
Since I promised it, I’ll fulfill it, even if it makes cry. I can’t start school by leaving everyone with a bad impression, right? As for money, a more modest restaurant should only cost a few thousand. If I need to, I can always take on another part-ti job later.
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