To The Lovely You

   When Luo Yichen returned to the room, Su Rou Rou had already blown those textbooks to the end.

   He handed her the **** tea in his hand: "My mother asked me to give it to you."

   "Thank you." Su Rourou took her schoolbag and took a sip, then handed it to Luo Yichen again, "Excuse me, are you satisfied with everything I do?"

  Luo Yichen glanced at the textbooks laid out on the desk, and gave a brief grace.

  Su Rourou saw that he was in a good mood, so she quickly struck while the iron was hot and looked at him pitifully: "Then can you return my love letter to me?"

   "No!" Luo Yichen categorically refused.

   "When will you be willing to give it back to me!" Su Rou Rou shouted in dissatisfaction. If he doesn't return it to her for the rest of his life, won't she be threatened by him for the rest of her life?

   "I'll talk about it when I'm in a better mood." He turned to look out the window, deliberately not looking at her.

  Su Rourou quickly made a face 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 **** tea in his hand. The edge of the cup seems to still have her breath...

   In the living room, Li Juan enthusiastically judoed to Su Rou: "Rou Rou, let Yichen send you off!"

   "No need, godmother! It's just a few steps away..."

   Before Su Rourou finished speaking, Li Juan involuntarily ordered the servant, "Go and call the young master down!"

   After a while, Luo Yichen's figure appeared at the end of the spiral staircase. Holding the handrail of the stairs with one hand and his trouser pocket with the other, he walked down the stairs with slender, straight legs. Those elegant steps and noble temperament are like a male model on the catwalk.

   Everyone present was stunned, including Su Rourou. No wonder the girls in the class said he was handsome, but he was actually a little handsome.

   By the time she came to her senses, he was already in front of her.

   "Let's go!" He led her towards the door.

   "Godmother, I'll go first!" Su Rourou waved at Li Juan.

   "Remember to come for dinner on weekends!" Li Juan reminded again.

  Luo Yichen held up an umbrella for Su Rourou and walked into the rain curtain side by side with her.

  Su Rourou remembered his ill-behaved attitude when he held an umbrella for her just now, and couldn't help but teach him a lesson: "I didn't tell you, do you know how to hold an umbrella for a girl?"

   After she finished speaking, she adjusted the angle of the umbrella handle and made it tilt a little in her direction.

   "See, the handle of an umbrella for a girl must be tilted!"

   "Oh, is that so?" Luo Yichen tilted the umbrella handle in his direction.

  Su Rou Rou immediately felt that cold raindrops got into her collar, she glared at the initiator angrily: "You!"

  Luo Yichen raised his chin, with a calm expression on his face: "You said that the umbrella handle should be tilted, but you didn't say which side to tilt!"

   "You disrespectful man, I hope you can't find a girlfriend in the future!" Su Rourou pulled the umbrella handle forcefully, causing it to tilt a little in her direction.

   "Thank you, I think the first thing you have to worry about is yourself." Luo Yichen's tone was flat, and tilted the umbrella toward him.

   His words hit Su Rourou's sore spot. In fact, she has always had a problem that she couldn't understand: when she was a child, she was obviously very popular with the opposite **** - especially when she was in kindergarten, she was followed by a group of little boys every day. But I don't know what happened later, the "little tail" behind her became shorter and shorter, and finally no boy liked her! Is it because of his disability?

   "Hey, I want you to take care of it!" She snatched the umbrella again.

  In the torrential rain, tall boys and petite girls walked side by side, the umbrellas in their hands sometimes turned to the left, sometimes to the right...

  But in the end, he quietly leaned to the girl's side and never moved.

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