Han Xiangzhu tilted his head: 'Well, maybe I heard wrong!'
In the autumn rain, the two of them walked closely together towards the school gate.
Bai Jinglin kept looking at their backs, her eyes gradually becoming sharper. The joints of her hand holding the umbrella handle turned slightly white because of too much force.
After Lu Zixun and Han Xiangzhu walked out of the campus, they walked along the street toward the subway station.
The nearest subway station is about one thousand meters away from Yanzhong.
The autumn wind blew, and Han Xiangzhu couldn't help but sneeze.
Lu Zixun glanced at the milk tea shop on the side of the street, pulled her directly and walked in.
The warm breath and unique sweet aroma of the milk tea shop hit his face. Han Xiangzhu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that they were already standing in the milk tea shop at some point.
"Brother Zixun, aren't we going home?" she asked with some confusion.
Lu Zixun put down the umbrella and raised her hand to wipe away the rain on her forehead. Her eyes were full of fondness: "It's a little cold. It's not too late for me to treat you to a cup of milk tea and something to eat before going home. It's a holiday tomorrow anyway. Let's go back."
It doesn’t matter if it’s a little later.”
After saying that, he took her hand and found a place to sit down.
Han Xiangzhu was a little surprised: "Brother Zixun, don't you like sweets?"
Lu Zixun turned to the counter and bought her a cup of vanilla-flavored hot milk tea and a small chestnut-flavored cake according to Han Xiangzhu's taste.
"I won't eat. This is specially for you." He placed the food he bought in front of her.
His fingers touched the back of her hand and found that her hand was cold, so he naturally held the other person's hand in his.
"It's not winter yet! Why are your hands so cold? What if it's winter?"
As he spoke, he rubbed his small white hands in his palms distressedly.
Han Xiangzhu's face suddenly turned red again. He nervously withdrew his hand, hugged the milk tea cup, lowered his head and gently bit the straw with his teeth.
"Well, it's okay. Most girls are like this. When the weather gets cold, their hands and feet tend to get cold."
Although when she was a child, Brother Zixun often warmed her hands like this. But now that she is seventeen years old, this kind of action is a little too intimate and may be misunderstood by others.
Seeing her lowering her head, her cheeks were slightly red, and she was carefully drinking milk tea, a happy smile overflowed from Lu Zixun's eyebrows.
He raised his hand and naturally tidied the broken hair on her temples. He sighed softly.
It seems that it is too difficult to expect this little confused man to discover his feelings. Should he find a way to express his feelings?
Otherwise, in this little confused heart, his position may always be that of the brother he grew up with as a child!
Thinking of this, he asked: "Xiangzhu, do you have any plans for the long holiday? I checked the weather forecast and it will clear up from the 3rd. We can finish the homework on the 1st and 2nd.
How about the two of us going to Luozhaigou to see the sea of flowers on the 3rd?"
He had already made up his mind to prepare carefully on that day and then confess his love to Xiangzhu.
He wants to stand by her side and protect her as her boyfriend, not as her brother.
"The two of us?" Han Xiangzhu asked after taking a bite of cake.
Lu Zixun nodded: "Yes, it's just the two of us. Big brother and the others should have their own arrangements. You also know that since Ju Nuo's accident, we have never mentioned Luozhaigou at home. This time, we
How about we go quietly without telling anyone? How about leaving only beautiful memories that belong to the two of us?"