To The Lovely You

Luo Yichen’s room was very dull, exactly the same as the owner’s personality. White walls, white desk, white bed with light blue sheets. Everything was neatly arranged, so it didn’t look like a boy’s room at all.

Su Rourou was no stranger to this place. She used to come often and slept with him several times. Of course, that happened when she was young.

Since entering adolescence, she rarely came to his room. She had been here a few times occasionally, and it was all to sneak in through the window in the middle of the night. Those times were because Luo Yichen upset her again, so she messed up his room while he was asleep. For a person like him who is obsessed with cleanliness, messing up his room was the best revenge against him!

Su Rourou dropped his schoolbag on the desk and clapped her hands: “Excuse me, can I go now?”

Luo Yichen continued to wipe his hair without saying a word.

This eccentric guy, if he doesn’t speak, he acquiesces to it! Thinking of this, Su Rourou was about to turn around and leave.

But as her hand touched the doorknob, Luo Yichen held down the handle again.

His big hand was over hers again, and he held her hand tightly.

“Let go!” Su Rourou tried to break free. This guy is addicted to touching her hand, right?

“Won’t let go!” Luo Yichen’s cold voice came from behind.

Su Rourou turned around angrily, raised her head and looked at him: “I have delivered the schoolbag to your room, what more do you want?!”

When she turned around like this, she realized that their postures at the moment was very ambiguous. Luo Yichen supported the door with one hand and the door handle with the other, encircling her between his arms. His hair was still a little wet, a few curls of bangs stuck to his forehead, and there seemed to be moisture floating in a pair of phoenix eyes.

Su Rourou’s heart suddenly jumped. She felt that this posture was extremely awkward, so she slowly squatted down along the door, planning to get under his arm.

But Luo Yichen grew up with her, as long as she blinked, he knew what she wanted to do.

He also squatted down following her, still firmly locked her in his arms.

“You…what are you doing…” Su Rourou asked intermittently. She felt that the expression in his eyes was a bit wrong.

“My books are wet.” Luo Yichen’s eyes flashed, and his throat moved.

“So?” Su Rourou’s gaze fell on his rolling throat unconsciously, and she gulped. She didn’t know why she did it…

“You have to be responsible!” Luo Yichen said flatly.

“How to be responsible?”

“Blow it dry!” Luo Yichen stood up, found a hair dryer from the bathroom, and threw it to her.

Su Rourou felt like black lines appeared above in head: This guy is really hard to serve!

But who let herself have blackmail fall into his hands, she had to resign herself to holding the hair dryer and blowing all the textbooks in his schoolbag dry.

While she was blowing the textbook dry, Luo Yichen took the time to go downstairs.

When Li Juan saw him coming down alone, she was a little puzzled: “What about Rourou? Why didn’t she come down? Isn’t she going back tonight?”

Speaking of this last sentence, her originally puzzled eyes became ambiguous.

Knowing what his mother was thinking, Luo Yichen casually made up a reason: “Isn’t her hair wet, blowing her hair dry in my room!”

“Oh, that’s it.” Li Juan stretched out the ending with disappointment, and handed him the cup of ginger tea in her hand. “This is for Rourou to warm up. It’s not good for girls to catch a cold.”

Luo Yichen looked at her empty hand and raised his eyebrows: “Where’s mine?”

“None.” Li Juan answered naturally, and went on her own way.

Is this really his mother? Luo Yichen’s eyes darkened, and he went upstairs with the cup of ginger tea.