My Girlfriend is the Cutest in the World

She looked up.

    From this angle, his face was a little blurred. She could only vaguely make out his lips moving.

    He said, “You stand up.”

The voice was deep and somewhat gentle amidst the sound of the rain. She suddenly remembered that when he used his normal voice to speak French at that time, she felt overwhelmed and her ears tingled.

To say nothing of its impact at this moment.

    Lu Yuanyuan had just been scared and her mind was empty.

    Without thinking about anything else, she, as if compelled, raised her hand and put it on his hand, borrowing his strength to stand up.

    After getting up.

    He did not immediately let go.

The palms of their hands were almost completely pressed against the other.

His hand was cool, a little smooth, and it felt nice holding his hand. From the moment of contact, a faint tingling sensation was transmitted directly from her hand to every inch of her body.

It wasn’t obvious, wasn’t in-her-face, but it made her body stiffen and her face start to warm up.

    She forgot to struggle free when, instead, Su Lin took the initiative in releasing her hand.

    He stood directly in front of her, obstructing most of the view behind him. In her peripheral vision, the sky suddenly lit up with several bright lights, bolts of lightning coming one after another, the thunder yet to arrive.

    But it should come soon-

    Before she could nervously prepare herself mentally, two gentle, cool touches pressed against her ears.

    Lu Yuanyuan froze.

    Then realized that it was his hands.

She could feel that his hands were slightly arched, not pressing too hard against her ears. The thunder that came immediately after his hands acted as suppression was insignificant as it fell on her ears.

After this burst of thunder, he removed his hands from her ears.

    Maybe because the feeling was so comfortable, she even had a thought of not wanting to let his hands go.

    But it was only for a moment.

    Lu Yuanyuan was somewhat glad that it was dusk; the redness on her face could not be seen, “Thank you, Senior.”

    Su Lin hummed, “It was nothing.”    

She don’t know if it was because she tilted her head to look at him for too long, but Lu Yuanyuan felt some pain in her hair again. Frowning, she reached out and adjusted the hair tie that tied her hair, deciding to never to use this to tie her hair again.

A few.”, or maybe a dozen, seconds later.

    Su Lin did not move his position, but he slightly lowered his head and leaned forward a bit. It just so happened that the light from the supermarket behind him hit his face, and the outline of his features appeared in her field of vision.

    The hand he had just released lifted again and circled the side of her face—

    Reaching to the ponytail at the back of her head.

    His hand fixed her hair tie.

    Her eyes widened.

    Watching as his pale lips opened and closed, “If it’s like this… is it still uncomfortable?”

    The magnetic voice was mixed with the sound of rain, as if blending with the vapor.

    Lu Yuanyuan nodded mechanically.

    He suddenly smiled.

    The laugh lines were shallow on his cheeks, one side higher than the other. He lowered his head again, and her eyes crashed straight into his eyes.

    The lights in the supermarket behind him were bright.

    All the light was reflected in his pupils, ringed with endless warmth.

    She felt relief in her head.

    Like a person who had gotten a load off their shoulders, her roots that were uncomfortable a mere moment ago were screaming for comfort.

    Lu Yuanyuan involuntarily let out an “ah’.

    He seemed to be amused by her reaction once again.

    The difference was that his laugh lines were deeper this time, his narrow eyes curving into an arc. He said in a lowered voice: “If you’re uncomfortable, untie it.”

    “……”

    His hand was still on the back of her head. His fingers moved slightly, ruffling her hair a few times. His next words out carried a suppressed laugh, and, if she heard correctly, a little bit of helplessness.

    “Isn’t that silly.”