Amidst the piercing screams, Xi Luting gasped for breath, finally ending that earth-shattering kiss.
When she lifted her head and gazed at Han Lie, her eyes sparkled as if reflecting a galaxy.
"Hey, are you scared?"
She curved her lips into a smile; a natural, cool, yet fragile mischievousness radiated from her delicate face.
What on earth is this sense of fragility? It's essentially a special, fleeting state of vulnerability and beauty that you know cannot last.
Like Xi Luting at this mont: proud, playful, wise, and vivacious, but only for this instant. Once the mont passed, she would return to her usual self, don her mask again, and lose the arresting impact born from these special circumstances.
Still beautiful, but no longer so poignant.
Han Lie sighed and firmly supported her bottom with his large hand.
Then, he squeezed her even closer into his embrace.
"Scared of what?"
The scoundrel adopted a lazy deanor and, with a nonchalant smile, said, "As long as you dare to do it, I dare to accept anything."
"Then carry to the car!"
Queen Ting Ting suddenly dropped her queenly deanor and seized the chance to act coquettishly!
Han Lie couldn't help but chuckle, nodded gently, said, "Alright," then genuinely carried her toward the parking lot.
As they passed Duan Xiaoyi, he casually tossed the crumpled, upside-down bouquet he was holding back to him and said calmly, "Clean up this trash."
He then left without giving Duan Xiaoyi a second glance.
Duan Xiaoyi looked down at the fiery red roses at his feet, then lifted his head to watch Han Lie's departing figure before turning to gauge the reactions of Chen Ping, Jin Xin, the sycophant Tie Shupi, and the others. He was completely dumbfounded.
It wasn't the kind of dumbfoundedness born of anger and confusion, but rather the dazed stupor of a mind gone completely blank.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I here to do?
Getting into a direct confrontation with Han Lie was sothing Duan Xiaoyi truly didn't dare to do, but the scene before him was too devastating a blow.
The larger the crowd that had gathered for the spectacle, the more intense his public shaming felt.
Those gazes, each laden with deep aning, felt like being stripped bare and left to bake under a scorching sun.
He looked to his dorm brothers for help.
But whether it was Berserker Chen Ping, who feared nothing; Jin Xin, who would do anything for money; or the sycophant Tie Shupi—all of them avoided his pleading gaze.
Not only them, but even the onlooking classmates from their program stayed far away, as if avoiding a plague god.
Xia Hongjuan, usually kind, crossed her arms and mocked coldly, "Duan Xiaoyi, you really have audacious dreams, and even more audacious actions..."
Many, including Duan Xiaoyi himself, didn't understand what she ant.
No, what's wrong with pursuing Fang Feifei? Who knew she and Xi Luting had that kind of relationship?
Suddenly, a few student council mbers squeezed out from the crowd. They were sophomores and juniors from the School of International Relations and surrounded Duan Xiaoyi with unfriendly expressions.
"Classmate, clean up the ground, and then co with us!"
Duan Xiaoyi's face turned pale with fear. Nearly in tears, he asked, "What did I do? Can't I just clean up now?"
Deputy Secretary-General Chen Dao replied sternly, "Don't you know open flas are forbidden on campus? Clean up quickly, then co with us to explain the situation!"
The other upperclassn exchanged glances, rubbing their hands together and sneering through clenched teeth.
Kid, you've got guts! Daring to hit on the big boss's girl, huh? You're really sothing! We were just wondering how to show our loyalty, and well, here you are!
In the bone-chilling wind, Duan Xiaoyi trembled, his hands shaking as he began to clean up the ss, his heart as cold as ice.
Damn it! All I did was confess my feelings, right? How did it turn out like this?!
...
Han Lie carried Xi Luting all the way to the RS7's door before she finally, contentedly, allowed him to set her down.
She opened the car door, glanced at Fang Feifei cowering in the passenger seat, then pushed Han Lie to the back before sliding into the driver's seat herself.
"VROOOM!"
The engine roared violently, scattering a few curious girls standing up front.
Then she slamd her foot on the accelerator, rocketing out of the school gates with her boyfriend and girlfriend in tow.
Fierce and cool, an absolute thrill.
"Um... where are we going?"
It was Fang Feifei who asked, her voice tinged with anxiety, yet also a hint of indescribable anticipation.
Xi Luting glanced at her and replied icily, "My husband and I are going to get a room. As for you... you'll attend to , clean up, help bathe, and give a massage. Any objections?"
She was clearly angry, likely because Fang Feifei had accepted Duan Xiaoyi's invitation.
Fang Feifei flinched. "N-no... no problem..."
After her timid reply, she pressed her lips together tightly, struggling to suppress a smile.
Wow, could it really be this good?!
From his position behind the driver's seat, Han Lie could see the corner of Fang Feifei's mouth. He was the first to notice her lips curling into a smile and was instantly dumbfounded.
Holy crap! This is damn exciting!
Xi Luting was ruthless, truly treating Fang Feifei like a handmaiden. But Fang Feifei was even more ruthless—she was actually snickering!
Han Lie found this incredibly amusing and decided to egg Fang Feifei on. "What are you afraid of her for? Be brave! I can help you demand justice!"
Fang Feifei didn't even dare to turn her head, muttering, "N-no need... I'm not afraid of Ting Ting. I just... I just..."
She never managed to articulate what that "just" was.
In Han Lie's opinion, Fang Feifei from his past life clearly had significant issues. Perhaps it was childhood trauma stemming from family problems, or so other reason, that led to her underdeveloped personality.
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