Jingyi's back gate connects to Maoshan behind the school, and no matter when or where, there are always security guards diligently standing at the gate.

The security guard at the back gate has seen more of the world than the one at the main gate. He's seen everything: spoiled rich kids skipping school to race cars, lovey-dovey couples going to hotels, teachers and students having after-school tutoring sessions in the woods, and best buddies who love-hate each other but end up stuck in the gap between the railings.

So the security guard felt that nothing could move his indifferent, dedicated, and detached heart.

Until now.

He saw a silver sports car driving towards him from afar. In the blink of an eye, the sports car was in front of him, accompanied by increasingly loud sirens.

The police car following behind seemed to be provoked and accelerated towards the security guard.

50 meters...30 meters...10 meters...not slowing down at all.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

The sight of death finally made the security guard's face change drastically. He stumbled down from the watchtower and, just as he left, Rambo screeched to a halt, skimming past the platform post and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Come on, driver, get out of the car!"

"You're racing the police, huh!"

"And they're so smug, beeping every time."

"So you were the one driving, weren't you?!"

The boy in the passenger seat stepped out of the car, and the security guard immediately recognized him as the male student who often stood on the podium at school.

With the aim of protecting the students, the security guard mustered his courage and went up to them, saying, "Hey, police, is there some misunderstanding?"

"No misunderstanding, I wasn't driving." Shi Youxi glanced at his phone indifferently, then kicked the car door with his heel. "I'm calling you, driver."

From the driver's seat, Shi Si: "......."

He is now filled with regret, deep regret!

I shouldn't have driven my own car today; I should have driven that beat-up SUV with the flower-arm!

Shi Youxi looked at the little red dot on his phone. His sister was already in the teaching building. He quickened his pace and was about to run in when he stopped in his tracks next to the security guard who was standing there dumbfounded. "How do I look, Uncle?"

Security guard: "Huh?" He looked at the boy suspiciously. His school uniform was neat and tidy, and he was wearing a coat. With that face, no one could find fault with him.

"Very...very good."

Shi Youxi smiled, thanked him politely and obediently, and then strode into the back door, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The closer Shi Youxi got to the teaching building, the faster his heart pounded. He had only been separated from his sister for less than 10 hours, but it already made him extremely sad. He used fighting to vent his urgent and violent feelings of missing her.

All the emotional turmoil and heart palpitations vanished the moment I heard her voice, only to be replaced by a greater sense of dissatisfaction.

I want to see her, I want to see my sister.

Shi Youxi walked around the small garden and immediately saw that slender figure, but the figure he longed for was leaning against the boy next to him!

His eyes seemed to be churning with tension, his jaw was taut, he pulled away the person who was trying to touch his sister, and snatched Mu Yiran's arm, which belonged only to him, from Guan Shiyan's grasp. Her soft, fragrant body returned to his embrace.

Shi Youxi grasped Mu Yiran's slender waist and lifted her up in his arms.

"Ah! Shi Youxi... Xiaoxi, you don't need to be carried!"

Mu Yiran had never been hugged like this before, and the weightlessness of being suspended in the air made her unconsciously hug Shi Youxi's neck tightly.

Her soft, gentle breaths were right next to him; Shi Youxi could even smell the fragrance emanating from Mu Yiran's collar.

The boy's body stiffened, his Adam's apple bobbed, and there it was again—that burning, unbearable feeling, like being on fire... He stared straight ahead as he walked toward the infirmary.

"Are you sure you can handle this? Auntie might be a bit heavy. Why don't you put me down? I can still walk." Mu Yiran thought Shi Youxi was exaggerating. Her feet weren't hurting that much, so there was no need to carry her like this.

And it's at school...

But Shi Youxi didn't let go at all, walking steadily. When she heard Mu Yiran speak, she didn't look at her, but her ears turned red.

Mu Yiran thought she had pulled on him, so she patted the boy's broad shoulder and said, "You're squeezing me, put me down. I know I'm heavy, don't try to be strong!"

Although the original owner looked thin, she should have weighed around 90 pounds. There are few male stars in the entertainment industry who could lift her up at that weight.

Shi Youxi was only 16 years old, and Mu Yiran could tell from his reddened neck that he had reached his limit.

The boy carried her into a white, high-tech building. Before they entered through the automatic doors, Shi Youxi, who had expected to remain silent, spoke up in a low voice.

The boy's voice was deep, completely different from his excited tone on the phone, "I'm all grown up now, I can hold you all the time without any problem."

"......"

Upon hearing this, Mu Yiran looked up at Shi Youxi's profile. In an instant, the young man in front of her had a kind of oppression and sharpness that she was unfamiliar with and had never felt from Shi Youxi before.

Jingyi's clinic is comparable to a small private hospital. As soon as Shi Youxi entered, nurses surrounded him.

"What's wrong, classmate? Come on, let's put him on the hospital bed first."

"Sprain." Shi Youxi said, his lips pursed, uttering each word carefully.

Mu Yiran was wearing RV square-buckle stilettos today. She shouldn't have worn them this morning; with heels like that, it's no wonder she twisted her ankle.

"Hey! No, no, I can do it myself." Before Mu Yiran could stop her, Shi Youxi grabbed her heel and took off her shoes.

The delicate toes curled uncomfortably, and Shi Youxi unconsciously tightened his grip on the woman's ankle.

So detailed...

It looked like he could break it with a single squeeze.

If it really breaks, will my sister be unable to walk anymore, and will she only be able to stay in bed and be held by him...?

Where did you sprain your ankle?

A male doctor in a white coat walked in. After seeing Mu Yiran on the bed, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and then he walked over with a smirk.

"My ankle, it doesn't hurt much." Mu Yiran rubbed her ankle bone, but didn't get a response. She looked up and saw the male doctor looking at her with an ambiguous smile.

Mu Yiran: "......"

What's going on? Damn it, this feels like a bad omen. She glanced at the name tag on the other person's chest.

What, Andrei? Or is it an English name?

"Let me see how you twisted it?" The male doctor was about to touch Mu Yiran's ankle when Shi Youxi slapped him away.

"?"

Shi Youxi's eyes were gloomy, as if he were holding some precious treasure and not letting others see it. He wrapped his whole hand around the woman's ankle.

Don't touch it.