You'll listen, right...?
It was his own body; she didn't believe Shen Yan would harm his own body.
He is a smart man.
Can……
Meng Qingluan stopped in her tracks.
The young master Yu, who was walking beside her, noticed that she had stopped, so he stopped as well and turned to ask her a question.
"What's wrong?"
Meng Qingluan turned her head, then glanced past his figure at the tea beside him, and suddenly asked.
"Is one umbrella enough for you and him?"
Young Master Yu was taken aback by her question, but still nodded with a smile, "That's enough. Do you want to carry an umbrella by yourself?"
What a greedy woman.
Meng Qingluan took the umbrella and took out a small silver ingot from her bosom, placing it in his palm.
He explained apologetically, "I'm sorry, I have something to do today and I'm afraid I can't go. Consider this umbrella a loan from me; it's a deposit."
Young Master Yu's smile froze on his face, and he hurriedly grabbed Meng Qingluan's hand.
In his excitement, Young Master Yu uncontrollably tightened his grip, causing Meng Qingluan to furrow her brow.
The arm struggled slightly.
Young Master Yu realized his lapse in composure, quickly released his grip, and took two steps back.
"I'm sorry, Madam Meng. May I ask what urgent matter prevents you from going?"
Meng Qingluan readily admitted it.
"Chen Yan didn't bring an umbrella, I need to go pick him up."
"..."
Young Master Yu smiled stiffly and bid farewell with a gentle smile.
His smile was gentle and kind, but the moment Meng Qingluan turned to leave, his expression suddenly darkened and his smile vanished.
Looking down at his palm, he realized he hadn't been able to control himself and had grabbed that woman...
Young Master Yu's face was somewhat pale, and the skin contact caused him to feel a discomfort in his stomach.
Qingcha spoke with concern.
"Master, are you alright?"
Young Master Yu shook his head. "I underestimated her."
"It's just a tactic of playing hard to get; don't the ladies in the palace often use this method?"
Young Master Yu frowned and murmured, "That would be best..."
He didn't want to admit it, but he had to—Meng Qingluan had really changed.
At least she won't throw herself at him with such satisfaction anymore.
After the sense of crisis, a strange sense of loss rose in my heart.
After explaining, Meng Qingluan turned and ran towards the academy.
Before Meng Qingluan even reached the academy, she spotted a familiar figure walking on a street corner not far from the academy.
The streets were deserted, and the ground was covered with a layer of snow.
Shen Yan walked alone, a layer of snow already covering his head, his head hanging low, aimlessly.
Meng Qingluan's eyes stung with tears. Ignoring her legs, which were weak from running, she rushed to his side with her umbrella in one breath.
"Isn't that stupid?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Shen Yan turned his head to look. Only then did Meng Qingluan see his current appearance: his long eyelashes were covered with snow, the tip of his nose was red, and his lips were pale because of the cold.
Meng Qingluan was both angry and heartbroken, and looked at him with displeasure.
"Didn't I tell you? If it snows, just stay in the academy to avoid the snow. I'll come pick you up."
Shen Yan looked at her, but didn't answer. Instead, he asked her a question.
"Didn't you go out to eat with your friends?"
Meng Qingluan tightened her grip on the umbrella and said irritably.
"If I actually go to eat, you'll probably freeze into an ice sculpture."
As Meng Qingluan spoke, she gave him a disappointed look and reached out to touch his sleeve.
Everything was wet, and my shoes were probably filled with snow.
"It's so cold. I've told you so many times to take care of yourself. What if you get sick?"
Shen Yan didn't speak, his eyelashes drooping as he let her hands grope haphazardly over his body.
After a long pause, he suddenly spoke up.
"No one in the academy likes me, and I don't want to get in their way..."
Meng Qingluan's hand froze, and she clenched her fist tightly around the umbrella handle.
She desperately wanted Shen Yan to have his own social circle, but she forgot how arrogant those people were!
Chen Yan spoke again, in a low voice.
"I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble again."
His tone carried a hint of humble pleading, yet also a touch of ingratiation.
Meng Qingluan held the umbrella up to his arm in an annoyed manner.
"I'll give you a chance to make amends."
Shen Yan looked up at her, bewildered.
Meng Qingluan: "Hold up the umbrella! You're so tall, my arm is getting sore."
Shen Yan obediently took the umbrella, and the warmth from the handle made him rub it a few times.
Meng Qingluan wanted to find an inn to stay in, as it was getting dark.
Shen Yan looked at the vast sky and said, "If we go back tonight, the road will probably be blocked. And there's no one to take care of such a beautiful girl."
Upon hearing this, Meng Qingluan immediately panicked.
The pigsty is drafty; the two pigs will probably freeze to death overnight.
Even though they were as beautiful as flowers, she had raised them herself, watching them grow from skinny to plump and healthy.
Some feelings did develop...
I didn't care, but Chen Yan's clothes were completely soaked...
Seeing her worry, Shen Yan took the initiative to open the umbrella and spoke.
“My clothes are fine, and my undergarments aren’t wet. The village isn’t far from the town. I’m not that fragile; I can hold on.”
After thinking it over, Meng Qingluan decided to head back with Shen Yan.
The umbrella was a bit small, and it was quite crowded for two people to squeeze into the same umbrella.
Shen Yan subtly moved his right hand towards Meng Qingluan, completely covering the girl while leaving most of his own shoulder exposed, where a layer of snow quickly fell.
Young Master Yu did not return to Nanfeng Pavilion, but instead headed towards the Academy.
At the corner of the alley around the academy, several children were running in the snow under an umbrella.
Young Master Yu stood quietly not far away.
That umbrella was something he had specifically left for Chen Yan...
Qingcha also noticed and glanced at Young Master Yu.
"Young master, isn't he being a bit too arrogant?"
Young Master Yu gave Qingcha a sharp look, and Qingcha immediately bowed.
"I know I was wrong, and I will go back and accept my punishment."
Young Master Yu withdrew his gaze, raised his arm, and extended his fair hand out from under the umbrella, a cool sensation emanating from his palm.
Snowflakes landed on his fingertips, quickly melting away with the warmth of his fingertips.
A very soft, cold laugh suddenly rang out.
"No need to be punished. I understand you didn't mean it this time. Hurry up and get on with your business."
Qingcha nodded and whispered something in his ear.
Young Master Yu frowned deeply upon hearing this; it was truly not a good sign…
Meng Qingluan and Shen Yan walked halfway when the snow started to fall harder and harder.
The two saw a temple on the mountain and, after discussing it, decided to go inside to take shelter from the wind and snow.
"Knock knock—"
Meng Qingluan gently knocked on the temple door.
The temple gate was quickly opened from the inside, and a young monk dressed in gray robes opened the door.
Young monk: "Two benefactors?"
Meng Qingluan clasped her hands together and explained, "We originally intended to travel home before dark, but the snow has become so heavy. We wonder if we could take shelter from the snow in the temple?"
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