In order to cover up his smile, Lu Zixun coughed twice and pointed to the seat next to him: "It's good that you know you're wrong. Come and sit down!"
Hearing that his voice seemed to have softened a lot, Han Xiangzhu hurried over and sat next to him like a good baby: "Brother Zixun, aren't you angry anymore?"
Lu Zixun glanced at her pink cheeks. The traces of nails pricked on them had long since disappeared: "Well, I'm still a little unhappy. You have to do something for me. In this case, I might be in a better mood.
It will get better."
"What's going on?" Han Xiangzhu looked curious.
Lu Zixun took out a bunch of keys from his backpack, took a beautiful nail scissor from it, and put it into Han Xiangzhu's hand.
Then he stretched out his slender palm.
Han Xiangzhu looked confused: "Why did you give me a nail clipper?"
Lu Zixun closed his eyes and sighed silently: "Xiangzhu, I really doubt how you got good grades in other subjects. Of course I will give you nail clippers to ask you to clip my nails."
"Oh, oh, that's it! I'm sorry! Brother Zixun, I didn't expect it just now."
As she said that, she quickly grasped Lu Zixun's palm. The eighteen-year-old boy's white palm was broad, slender, and had well-defined joints. Her hand looked even thinner against the backdrop of this big hand.
She lowered her head, carefully grasped one of his fingers, gently pinched the nail scissors, and slowly cut off the excess nails.
His movements were very careful and his expression was very serious. It was like he was carving a piece of art or pruning a precious flower.
Lu Zixun leaned back on the chair and stared at her silently. At this time, they were the only two people left in the huge study room.
The last ray of the sunset has faded, the lights in the study room are brightly lit, and time seems to have stood still at this moment.
After about five minutes, Han Xiangzhu finally succeeded in cutting Lu Zixun's ten fingers.
She breathed a heavy sigh of relief: "Brother Zixun, this is okay! Let's—"
As soon as she raised her head, she fell unprepared into a pair of pure eyes that were like a deep pool. She clearly saw her figure in the pure pool.
For no reason, a feeling that I had never felt before welled up in my heart. It was crisp and tingling, like clear spring water flowing slowly, or like flowers blown by the warm wind.
It wasn't until Lu Zixun's hand gently touched her cheek that she suddenly recovered from this inexplicable emotion.
He took a step back suddenly and asked with blushing cheeks: "Brother Zixun, what are you going to do?"
She deliberately raised her voice, trying to cover up her inner emotions.
Lu Zixun laughed fondly, and then stretched out his palm in front of her: "Xiangzhu, look at how you cut your fingernails? This is too ugly!"
Han Xiangzhu glared at him angrily: "You are a big boy, why do you want your fingernails to be so beautiful? You don't have a girlfriend!"
Lu Zixun had already stood up and walked side by side with her, and the two of them were going to the restaurant for dinner.
After listening to her words, he turned his head and looked at her deeply: "How do you know that I don't have a girlfriend?"
Han Xiangzhu's eyes widened in surprise: "Brother Zixun, you don't really have someone you like! Are you going to fall in love behind Aunt Xiaodie's back?"
Lu Zixun stared at her helplessly, raised his hand and lightly poked her forehead: "What are you thinking about in your little head all day long? I am almost eighteen years old, and I will go to college soon. No.
It’s considered puppy love.”
Han Xiangzhu tilted his head and stared at him, asking curiously: "So you really have someone you like? Who is she? Do I know her?"
"She -" Seeing her dull client with a gossipy expression on his face, Lu Zixun felt helpless and directly held her hand.