Liu Zheng's mouth was wide open, and Luo Wen was not much better than him, he stood there frozen as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Uncle? So he's your uncle. I didn't know—Hey, look at me! I'm so sorry, uncle—"
"Senior, my cousin has been a policeman for a long time, and everyone looks like a bad guy to him. I'm sorry--!"
After saying that, Qingshan carried the stiff Luo Wenyuan on his arm and left.
After walking more than fifty meters, away from the school gate, Luo Wenyuan finally came to his senses from the deafening cry of "cousin". He broke free from Qingshan's hold, his face gloomy as if water could be squeezed out of it:
"Who's your cousin? Am I that old?"
Qingshan chuckled, "You're not old, you're childish, scaring a child with a fake ID!"
"Who said it's fake? That's Qilin's ID. It's more useful in the capital than a police officer's ID. No one below the bureau level can see it. Showing it to him is a big deal!"
Luo Wenyuan looked around, as if he didn't understand how he got to this direction. He took Qingshan's hand and walked towards the parking lot. Luo Wenyuan took two steps and stopped again. He rubbed Qingshan's hand and put it in his trouser pocket, saying in an unhappy tone:
"Why are your hands so cold? It's November, and you're still wearing so little. What are you trying to show off?"
“…”
Luo Wenyuan opened the car door, shoved Qingshan inside, and slid into the driver's seat. The dark-tinted windows blocked out any prying eyes, leaving them alone in their little world. Luo Wenyuan started the car, turned on the heater, and took his jacket from the back seat and draped it over Qingshan's legs.
Luo Wenyuan was full of anger when he came here, but after seeing Qingshan, all his unhappiness disappeared. He looked at Qingshan's rosy face and felt regretful:
What's wrong with me? Isn't it just that I can't contact this little bastard? Why am I so uneasy and worried that I have to come and see her? She's pretty, and it's understandable that boys at school like her. What does it have to do with me? Why should I be angry? Could it be... I really have fallen in love with her like Leng Xing said? How is that possible? It's not like I haven't seen girls prettier than her... cough cough, it's not like I haven't seen girls with better figures than her... cough cough, ugh! I just think she's young and I'm afraid she'll be deceived!
The more Luo Wenyuan thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He couldn't make sense of it and felt that he was deceiving himself. So he simply stopped thinking about it and began to question Chen Qingshan.
"Why can't I get through to your phone?"
Qingshan's face sank, and he slapped his forehead. "I forgot! I put my phone in my space, no signal!" No wonder Zhang Meiling had been calling her on the dorm landline lately!
"Uh, no, no battery, hehehe!"
Seeing Luo Wenyuan squinting his eyes, with an expression that said, "I don't believe your nonsense," Qingshan quickly stroked his fur:
"Wen Yuan, your eyes are okay now! Wow, your eyelashes are so long! When I went out today, I heard several girls say there was a super handsome guy at the door. So it was you! Hearing about him is worse than meeting him in person. He is really handsome! Handsome guy, are you here to see me? How did you know I would come out?"
"Nonsense, who else should I look for if not you? You're so smooth-talking, who did you learn that from? If you don't come out, I won't go in and look for you, right? Idiot!"
When Luo Wenyuan heard Qingshan praising his handsomeness, he was very nice, but he couldn't hold back the happy expression on his face.
Aoyama: ...Did I give him face?
"What do you want from me? Are your eyes uncomfortable? Or is someone else sick?"
Luo Wenyuan saw that she had just slapped herself and now had a red spot on her forehead. He made a sound of "tut" and reached out to rub it for her.
"Am I sick because I'm looking for you?"
After saying this, Colonel Luo really wanted to slap himself in the face. He didn't know whether others were sick or not, but he, Luo Wenyuan, was definitely sick, lovesick.
"Ahem, I have something else to ask you. My grandfather loved the medicinal wine you gave me last time, and I wanted to ask if you have any more."
Luo Wenyuan has fire-attributed abilities and his body temperature is naturally high. Qingshan felt that his hand on his head was like a hot pack, and he was sweating from the heat. He shook his head left and right a few times to shake Luo Wenyuan's hand off.
"No, but I made the medicinal wine with Chinese herbs and supernatural water. It's quick to make. When do you want it?"
Luo Wenyuan withdrew his hand and secretly rubbed his fingers, savoring the smooth and delicate touch just now, "Tomorrow?"
"Okay, come get it from me tomorrow."
"Then I'll pick you up tomorrow!"
"Oh, huh? Pick me up? What?"
Luo Wenyuan saw that her peach blossom eyes were widened into peaches in surprise. He felt itchy in his heart and couldn't help but touch her face again. His movements were so gentle that it seemed like a breeze. Even Qingshan didn't feel it. He thought it was his hair brushing against her face, so he reached out and scratched it.
"My grandfather knows you cured my eyes, so he wants to meet you and treat you to a home-cooked meal. Tomorrow is the weekend, and I have time, so let's go back together."
Qingshan smiled bitterly: "...Brother, before you invite me to dinner, don't you ask me if I have time first?"
"Are you free tomorrow?"
"Can I live without it?"
"You haven't even tried one!"
“…” He’s rebelling! ┗|｀O′|┛
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