Nalan Ye Jue gazed at Qin Xin calmly and said, "Miss Qin, do you mind if I continue wearing this shirt?"
Qin Xin was caught off guard, her heart in turmoil from his words.
She only thought about returning borrowed items and quickly finishing the ga to stop the man from going to her room. She didn’t even consider whether a man could continue wearing clothes she had worn.
This question is too fatal!
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she hurriedly sought a redy: "I’ll buy you a new one. This set... better return it to !"
Saying so, she reached out to take it.
However, the man gently stroked the well-washed white shirt and, with a smirk, said, "No need to be polite, after all, thriftiness is a traditional virtue of the empire. This set is fine. Lu Yi, help hang it up."
His slender fingers brushed past the shirt’s collar, just like stroking Qin Xin’s little neck.
It made people’s hearts flutter involuntarily.
Lu Yi held back a laugh as he stepped forward.
He never expected his Young Master to have such a secretly flirtatious side—to talk about thrift and traditional virtues with a girl—just to keep the white shirt she had worn.
Seeing that if she didn’t grab it, the shirt would indeed be taken away by the man’s secretary, Qin Xin dashed forward to Nalan Ye Jue’s wheelchair, decisively grabbing the shirt and trousers with the speed of a dissecting knife.
She used a little force to pull the clothes towards her.
She clearly rembered the man’s hands were quite strong, especially powerful.
So, she also used extra strength.
Who would have thought...
This ti, the man didn’t use any strength!
As she snatched, she easily took the clothes back.
It’s just that... um, she used a bit too much force, and under the influence of inertia, she embarrassingly fell backward.
Good heavens, falling because of grabbing clothes, that’s too embarrassing. Qin Xin hadn’t been this embarrassed in two lifetis.
In an instant, Nalan Ye Jue’s arm swiftly wrapped around her shoulder!
Steadily supporting her whole body!
Yet, with such a forceful pull, her baseball cap uncontrollably slipped off...
Her hair slightly tousled.
Floating mid-air.
Nalan Ye Jue was montarily lost in thought.
Qin Xin’s mind went blank for a mont too.
The next second, she imdiately reacted, disentangled from his arm, and stood up holding the clothes: "I apologize for the embarrassnt, Mr. Nalan. As for the clothes, let’s go with my suggestion—I’ll replace them with a brand-new identical set."
Nalan Ye Jue didn’t oppose her suggestion again.
He gave a faint "Hmm," his eyes still sowhat dazed, scanning her fallen baseball cap and her fluffy and stylish short hair.
Indeed, it was very clean-cut beautiful short hair.
Not like Lan Qingxin’s gentle long hair.
Qin Xin put on her hat: "If you don’t need anything else, Mr. Nalan, I’ll head back to class."
Nalan Ye Jue felt a plethora of mixed emotions in his heart, and despite wanting to ask her many questions, he rely said, "Alright. Classes are more important."
He handed the carefully selected lavender pot and chocolates to Qin Xin: "Picked up on the way."
Lu Yi covered his face again: Young Master, who gifts like this!
The phrase ’picked up on the way’ really backfires ahhhh.
However, the certain romance-failing Mr. Emperor seed oblivious to how serious his wording was.
Until he left the girls’ dorm, his mind still lingered on the scene where Qin Xin’s cap fell off.
It was short hair.
Genuine short hair.
Under the green cap, was a different person with a different face.
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