Chapter 244 You stepped on my hair

She couldn't help but reach out and gently touch his face, softly comforting him, "It's all in the past, don't blame yourself too much. Those who helped you definitely want you to be well. If you keep feeling guilty, they'll feel sorry for you too."

Lu Fan took a deep breath, and a carefree smile returned to his face, as if he wanted to throw all those unpleasant past events to the winds.

He smiled and said, "Actually, when I think about it carefully, my first half of life wasn't too bad. Although I was poor, my relatives were very good to me, and the friends I made were all very sincere. I didn't encounter any bad people or experience any unpleasant things. I'm already very content."

An Lan was amused by his optimistic and positive attitude towards life and couldn't help but tease him, "You're really easy to please, but that's good too. Simple and happy, without so many worries."

Looking at An Lan's bright smile, Lu Fan's heart stirred, and he said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "I'm basically all alone now. After we leave here, Teacher An, would you be willing to take in a homeless person like me?"

An Lan pretended to think about it for a while, blinked, and said seriously, "It's possible, but it depends on your performance. First of all, you have to know how to do housework like laundry and cooking. Secondly, if I need you, you have to be there immediately. Also, you have to listen to everything I say, and you have to clean the toilet. As for other things... that seems to be all for now. I'll add more when I think of them."

As she spoke, An Lan couldn't help but burst into laughter: "It feels like raising a son."

"I can even warm the bed, Teacher An!"

Lu Fan was so angry when he heard that he was raising a son that his mouth twisted in disbelief. He laughed and shouted as he lightly jumped onto An Lan's kang (a heated brick bed).

"You little rascal, you've got some nerve! I'll teach you a lesson!"

An Lan laughed and retaliated, pretending to hit him, and the two of them laughed and joked around on the kang (a heated brick bed).

The entire shelter was filled with laughter and joy, and the originally hot air was filled with a warm and sweet atmosphere.

The next morning, the soft sunlight, as if carefully held by someone, playfully shone on Lu Fan's face through the narrow gaps of the shelter.

He was soundly asleep.

Suddenly, a voice, tinged with a hint of languor and coquettishness, said, "You're pressing on my hair," like a gentle yet penetrating breeze, instantly waking him from his slumber.

Lu Fan suddenly snapped back to reality, his brain racing.

Then they remembered that they had laughed and played too much last night and were exhausted, so they leaned against the wall to rest. They thought it would only be a short rest, but they ended up falling into a deep sleep.

At this moment, An Lan was like a lazy kitten, curled up comfortably in his arms, her head resting on his hand, fast asleep.

She seemed a little uncomfortable from her tangled hair, and subconsciously reached out to scratch around her head.

Her slender fingers gently brushed through her hair, but she still wasn't fully awake, only letting out a few indistinct mumbles.

Lu Fan didn't dare to breathe loudly, afraid that even the slightest breath would disturb An Lan's sweet dream.

His gaze was drawn to An Lan's face as if by a magnet.

In the soft, veil-like light of the early morning, he began to appreciate it closely.

Anlan's skin was fair and delicate, and under the gentle caress of the sunlight, it seemed to radiate a faint, almost dreamlike glow.

Even in this harsh wilderness, her skin remained in such good condition. Lu Fan guessed that perhaps the herbs she usually tinkered with were playing a magical role.

Her long eyelashes, like two delicate little fans, trembled slightly with her even and soothing breathing, each tremor like a gentle scratch on Lu Fan's heart.

Her pink lips were like ripe cherries, so luscious and tempting that you couldn't help but want to take a bite.

As Lu Fan watched, his heart began to beat faster and faster uncontrollably, as if it wanted to break free from the restraints in his chest.

The more he looked at it, the more he liked it; his eyes were glued to it, and he couldn't look away.

Staring at An Lan's pink lips, a bold and passionate thought instantly flashed through his mind like a flame: to lean in and kiss her.

But reason, like a stern guardian, instantly sounded the alarm, frantically shouting in his ears: "No!"

Thus began a fierce internal struggle within him.

While thinking that since they had already kissed once before and she hadn't been angry then, maybe she wasn't actually against it. Maybe kissing her again wouldn't be a problem.

But on the other side, another calm voice kept reminding him: "One of the three great illusions in life is that she likes you. You've never officially said you want to be together, so you absolutely can't be presumptuous. If you rush in and kiss her, and it upsets her and ruins the relationship, that would be absolutely terrible!"

After agonizing over this for a long time, Lu Fan's expression kept changing, sometimes showing an expectant look, his eyes sparkling with longing.

Then he frowned deeply, as if he was trying to weigh the pros and cons.

It felt as if two little voices were arguing fiercely inside him, one desperately urging him to be brave, while the other earnestly advised him to act cautiously.

Just as he was struggling with what to do, An Lan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

However, Lu Fan, who was still immersed in his inner turmoil, did not notice this subtle change.

After waking up, An Lan quickly surveyed her surroundings and instantly understood her current predicament.

She squinted, secretly observing Lu Fan. She saw that Lu Fan was staring straight at her face, his expression incredibly conflicted, sometimes excited, sometimes full of worry.

She found it somewhat amusing, and with a woman's intuition, she guessed what Lu Fan was thinking at that moment.

Both of them knew the truth perfectly well, yet neither of them was frank enough.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, Lu Fan slowly reached out his hand, his movements as gentle as if he were touching a rare treasure, and gently touched An Lan's face.

His thumb inadvertently touched the corner of her mouth, and that instant sensation made Lu Fan's heart beat faster.

"Alas, I am a gentleman."

Lu Fan murmured to himself, as if encouraging himself or trying to control his inner impulse.

An Lan, who had been squinting, suddenly opened her eyes in anger upon hearing this.

Lu Fan then noticed that An Lan had woken up. His hand recoiled as if it had touched a hot iron, and he blushed with embarrassment as he stammered an explanation.