To The Lovely You

When Luo Yichen returned to the room, Su Rourou had already blown dry all the textbooks.

He handed her the ginger tea in his hand: “My mother asked me to give it to you.”

“Thank you.” Su Rourou put her schoolbag on her back and took a sip, then handed it to Luo Yichen again. “Excuse me, are you satisfied with everything I did?”

Luo Yichen glanced at the textbooks laid out on the desk and gave a brief gracious nod.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Su Rourou hurriedly hit the iron while it was hot, and looked at him pitifully: “Can you give me my love letter, then?”

“No!” Luo Yichen categorically refused.

“When on earth will you be willing to give it back to me?!” Su Rourou yelled dissatisfiedly. If he didn’t return it to her for a lifetime, wouldn’t she be threatened by him for a lifetime?

“Wait until I feel better one day.” He turned to look out the window, deliberately not looking at her.

Su Rourou quickly made a grimace at him, then ran downstairs without looking at him again.

Luo Yichen leaned against the desk, looked at her back, took a sip of the ginger tea in his hand. On the edge of the cup, her breath still seemed to remain…

In the living room, Li Juan enthusiastically said to her: “Rourou, let Yichen send you home!”

“No need, godmother! Just a few steps away…”

Before Su Rourou finished speaking, Li Juan couldn’t help but instruct the servant: “Go and call the young master down!”

After a while, Luo Yichen’s figure appeared at the top of the spiral staircase. He held the handrails of the stairs with one hand and his trouser pocket with the other, walking down the stairs with his long, straight legs. The elegant pace and noble temperament were like a male model on the catwalk.

Everyone present was dumbfounded, including Su Rourou. No wonder the girls in the class say that he is handsome, but he is actually a little handsome.

When she recovered, he was already in front of her.

“Let’s go!” He led her towards the door.

“Godmother, I’m leaving first!” Su Rourou waved at Li Juan.

“Remember to come for dinner on the weekend!” Li Juan reminded again.

Luo Yichen held up an umbrella for Su Rourou and walked into the rain alongside her.

Su Rourou remembered his improper attitude when he was holding an umbrella for her earlier, and couldn’t help but to instruct him: “It’s not that I’m telling you, but do you know how to hold an umbrella for a girl?”

After speaking, she adjusted the angle of the umbrella handle and tilted it a bit in her direction.

“You see, the umbrella handle for the girl must be tilted!”

“Oh, is it?” Luo Yichen tilted the umbrella handle in his direction for a few minutes.

Su Rourou immediately felt cold raindrops get into her collar, and she stared at the initiator angrily: “You!”

Luo Yichen raised his chin with a calm expression on his face: “You said the umbrella handle should be tilted, but you didn’t say which way to tilt it!”

“You rude boy, I hope you won’t find a girlfriend in the future!” Su Rourou pulled the umbrella handle vigorously, causing it to lean towards her.

“Thank you, but I think the first thing you have to worry about is yourself.” Luo Yichen’s tone was flat, tilting the umbrella to his side.

His words hit Su Rourou’s sore spot. In fact, she had always had a problem that she couldn’t understand: when she was a child, she was obviously very popular with the opposite sex-especially when she was in kindergarten, a group of little boys followed every day. She didn’t know what happened later, the “little tail” behind her became shorter and shorter, and in the end no boy liked her! Was there something wrong with her?

“Humph, you need to take care of it!” She grabbed the umbrella again.

In the torrential rain, the tall boy and the petite girl walked side by side, the umbrella in their hands turned to the left for a while, and then to the right…

But in the end, he quietly leaned it to the girl’s side and didn’t move it anymore.

The left half of the boy’s body was wet, dripping with water…