Terrace Talk

The spacious campus of No.4 Middle School was empty.

Jiang Ning rode one-handed, parked his e-bike in the shed, then walked with Geng Lu toward the roadside where the buses were parked, ice cream cones in hand.

Though Jiang Ning usually understood Geng Lu's figure, that was only through Spiritual Sense.

Not like today, when she was wearing such pretty clothes.

Her simple white shirt was stretched snugly over her body, sweeping down from her slender collarbones and neck in broad, undulating curves.

Below that, she wore straight-cut jeans that showcased the benefits of her long-term yoga practice—full of a high school girl's youthful vitality, yet hiding a captivating charm.

Light yet full, she made Jiang Ning glance at her twice more.

Geng Lu walked with brisk steps, her eyes brimming with joy.

Partly because the ice cream was delicious, and partly because she was happy to be with him.

Jiang Ning asked, "Did you bring that ID?"

Geng Lu froze for a moment. "What ID?"

She did not quite understand what Jiang Ning meant.

"The one you use to prove your identity." Jiang Ning said with a grin.

Hearing that, Geng Lu's cheeks flushed. Her heart grew bashful. Is he really that impatient?

She lowered her face shyly and gently licked her ice cream. The blush on her cheeks deepened.

Especially the ripples in her eyes, which held both shyness and a curiosity about a new world.

The breeze blowing toward them scattered her hair. No.4 Middle School, a place full of scholarly atmosphere, suddenly became romantic and ambiguous at that moment.

Geng Lu spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "Mm, I brought it."

Seeing her expression, Jiang Ning laughed. "Good. Guanlan Huafu requires an invitation as proof, or they won't let you in."

Geng