Fully Clothed, She Fell into His Arms

Liu Chang'an originally thought that Qin Peng's message, "Take a closer look at her," was because Qin Peng believed that Liu Chang'an had forgotten what Ye Sijin looked like.

Now, thinking about it more carefully, doesn't Qin Peng believe that Qin Yanan possesses some special quality that Liu Chang'an hasn't noticed?

Aside from looking remarkably like Ye Sijin and having an exceptionally large bust, what's so special about her? At most, she's a beauty that comes along only once in a millennium.

At this moment, looking at her own painting, Bai Hui thought it was Qin Yanan, and she was also in a daze. This made Liu Chang'an wonder if Qin Yanan was Ye Sijin... Ye Sijin did not die, but lost her memory. So Qin Peng sent her to Liu Chang'an's side. After all, he was about to die, and only Liu Chang'an was the most suitable person to take care of such a special Ye Sijin.

Thinking about it this way, it makes a lot of sense, but in reality, it doesn't make sense. After all, Qin Yanan and Ye Sijin are not exactly the same. Otherwise, my first impression of Qin Yanan would have been completely different. Moreover, the most obvious difference is that Qin Yanan's bust size is larger than Ye Sijin's. You can't say that Ye Sijin didn't die and underwent a second growth spurt.

Moreover, Qin Yanan wasn't like Liu Chang'an, whose childhood was witnessed by no one, who suddenly appeared as the teenage Liu Chang'an and went to junior high and high school.

Qin Yanan and Zhu Juntang have known each other for a long time. Qin Yanan is a child who has grown up healthily like a flower of the motherland. She has gone through a lively and lovely infancy, a naive and joyful childhood, a beautiful teenage girl, and now she is a young woman who is about to mature and is ready to nurture the next generation of flowers of the motherland.

So how could Qin Yanan be Ye Sijin?

Or perhaps it's a matter of reincarnation? Liu Chang'an himself had never died, so he had no idea what the afterlife was like. Having lived for so many years, he had seen all sorts of strange things, such as the legend of the dead rising from their coffins, the yellow-toothed child gently touching his father's forehead and saying, "I am your father," and the widow suddenly bursting into tears in the night, splashing dog blood to reveal the ghost messengers... There were countless such things, but Liu Chang'an had never personally seen Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Judge Yama, let alone the gods and Buddhas of heaven.

If reincarnation truly exists, there's a high possibility that Qin Yanan is Ye Sijin. However, since reincarnation is possible, one must sever ties with the previous life and cannot mistake Qin Yanan for Ye Sijin... In Liu Chang'an's view, a person's identity cannot be severed from their life's memories.

Besides, how could Qin Peng know that Qin Yanan was the reincarnation of Ye Sijin? Was it just because they looked alike? Or was it a dream he received from her?

Liu Chang'an closed his notebook and began to rest with his eyes closed.

A piece of chalk was thrown at him. Liu Chang'an turned his head to avoid it, then calmly opened his book and began to look at the blackboard intently.

"Liu Chang'an, how many times have you fallen into a trance during my class?" the math teacher said irritably.

"I'm sorry, I forgot I was in class." Liu Chang'an apologized sincerely.

The class erupted in laughter. The math teacher patted the podium and continued explaining the problem.

Liu Chang'an still made plans to have lunch with An Nuan, so Bai Hui decided that she would never ask Liu Chang'an to lunch again. Don't girls understand the importance of modesty? Once is never enough.

Liu Chang'an and An Nuan have always been eating at every small restaurant and eatery near the Affiliated High School high school. Today they ate braised pork trotters.

After lunch, the two strolled around the nearby pedestrian street, walking all the way to the deserted third floor, where they saw a couple embracing and kissing passionately.

An Nuan glanced at him and quickened her pace. After a few steps, she noticed Liu Chang'an standing there watching, so she ran back and pulled Liu Chang'an away.

"Why are you staring at them? It would be so embarrassing if you got caught," An Nuan said somewhat shyly, her eyes darting around. This feeling was similar to watching a novel or movie together and getting caught up in a passionate scene—awkward and wanting to turn the page or fast-forward, but also feeling that doing so would seem deliberate and affected.

"It's just the touch of the lips, yet the friction generates subtle bioelectricity. The saliva being exchanged is mixed with sloughed cells, enzymes, and food residue from the upper mouth. The tongue is covered with tiny taste buds, as if two brushes are brushing each other. Why do men and women become so obsessed with this?" Liu Chang'an said with some emotion.

"You should just recite poetry instead of saying such disgusting things. It's awful." An Nuan walked behind Liu Chang'an, punching him with her little fist and urging him to leave quickly.

"The scientific advancements of the last one or two hundred years have changed people's long-held perceptions of the macroscopic and microscopic worlds," Liu Chang'an smiled. "In the past, if such a scene were described in poetry or prose, it would be considered erotic and vulgar, with Ouyang Xiu being a master of it..."

"I love Zhu Shuzhen's innocent charm, unafraid of being guessed, falling asleep fully clothed in someone's arms..." An Nuan said with some emotion. Most girls are easily moved by what they see and hear. Zhu Shuzhen's poem describes a girl and a boy walking hand in hand along a lotus-lined riverside path, only to be caught in a light drizzle. The annoying, drifting rain soaked their clothes, so they had to find shelter to enjoy some peace and quiet. The girl exclaimed, "Oh dear, my clothes are all wet! I'm so cold! My legs are so sore, I can't stand up straight!" So she used this excuse to snuggle into the boy's arms, thinking that he was just cold and sleepy, which was why he buried his face in his clothes.

"Would you like to try this girlish, girlish feeling?" Liu Chang'an asked.

"Huh?" An Nuan looked at him with a strange sense of anticipation, her cheeks flushed.

"Come, come into my arms." Liu Chang'an opened his arms.

An Nuan sat there absentmindedly, glancing around nervously. Liu Chang'an's smile did resemble the expectant expression and affectionate look of the boy in Zhu Shuzhen's poem, who seemed to be joking with a hint of infatuation towards her. But was he just joking?

"Ah!"

An Nuan was pushed from behind and involuntarily fell into Liu Chang'an's arms. Her body leaned forward, and her cheek brushed against Liu Chang'an's. She immediately felt a hot friction, as if an electric current was passing between them. An Nuan's body burned as if on fire, her knees buckled, and she quickly pushed Liu Chang'an away. Her cheeks were burning as she turned around, but the stroller that came out from around the corner did not notice An Nuan.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the worker pushing the cart apologized repeatedly.

Despite feeling a slight pain in her lower back, An Nuan waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

"It's all your fault!" After that person left, An Nuan blamed all the mistakes on Liu Chang'an without hesitation.

"It's my fault. I was watching you the whole time, otherwise I should have reacted quickly enough to pull you away." Liu Chang'an pulled An Nuan down to sit. "Did you hurt your lower back?"

"It hurts a little, but it should be fine."

"Let me see."

"No!" An Nuan said shyly. Today she was wearing black athletic shorts and a white summer school Affiliated High School short-sleeved shirt with a white tank top underneath. She was too embarrassed to pull up her clothes to show him.

Liu Chang'an rubbed his hands together for a while, then pressed them against An Nuan's waist through her clothes.

"Waaah..."

A brief and unexpected groan came to an abrupt end. After humming twice, An Nuan let out a soft humming sound from her nose, a comfortable yet strange and embarrassing feeling.

"Why are your hands so hot?" An Nuan felt as if her ears had been burned, the heat spreading to her neck.

"Friction generates heat, which then draws blood to the palms, making the heat last longer," Liu Chang'an explained. "It'll be fine in a moment."

An Nuan calmed down and looked at Liu Chang'an squatting beside her. Although their daily interactions were more intimate than those between ordinary men and women, they were not too inappropriate. She had long been used to many of their touches. But today, seeing that couple kissing, An Nuan suddenly had a feeling that perhaps she didn't need to deliberately pursue it. Perhaps one day, that scene would naturally be replaced by her and some clueless guy.

Thinking of this, An Nuan clenched her fists on her thighs and gently pounded Liu Chang'an's shoulder with one hand. At this moment, she understood even more the feelings Zhu Shuzhen had when she wrote "Qing Ping Le". It turned out that in some situations, the feeling of wanting to rush into someone's arms was really too hard to control.

"Get on," An Nuan suddenly ordered Liu Chang'an loudly.

"Then I..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" An Nuan quickly said, afraid that Liu Chang would start spouting nonsense again, and that he would make her lose all her courage for a moment.

Liu Chang'an had no choice but to sit down next to An Nuan. An Nuan bit her lip and leaned on Liu Chang'an's shoulder, closing her eyes and saying, "My back hurts, this feels more comfortable."

Liu Chang'an reached out and put his arm around her shoulder.

An Nuan remained motionless, her heart pounding. She turned her head to the side, her cheeks rubbing against Liu Chang'an's shoulder with a soft, rustling sound, like a small animal hiding in the grass. She glanced at him quickly, their eyes met, and then she looked away again.

Unfortunately, Liu Chang'an didn't make any extra moves. He just quietly held An Nuan in his arms, and the two of them sat on a bench on the third floor of the deserted pedestrian street for a very long time.

An Nuan's body was soft and fragrant. Liu Chang'an took a deep breath. "There are stories about being with you in 'A Thousand Reasons for Being Late in High School,' which is really nice."

Both of them were late in the afternoon because by the time they arrived at school, the sun was already high in the sky, its rays almost touching Mount Lu.