"Unfilial Son! I'll pretend I never had a son like you! Mm, ah!~~"
By the lakeside of the prefectural academy, Shen Qinglan released the hand wrapped around Chen An's waist and took the initiative to break their connection. She even smacked her lips, as though savoring the taste of their intimacy just now.
"So this is kissing?!"
"It doesn't feel half bad!"
"Not bad, Little An. From now on, you belong to this young lady!"
"Don't worry, this young lady will take responsibility for you, hehehe!!~~"
"Alright, this young lady has things to do today. I'll come find you tomorrow!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Qinglan glanced at Chen An with crimson-red ears, then turned and left without the slightest hesitation.
"Wh-what was that?!"
"Is that even right?!"
Watching Shen Qinglan stride away, Chen An's mouth twitched slightly.
Still carrying a few lingering ripples in his heart, Chen An froze where he stood. He raised a hand to touch his lips, his face caught between laughter and tears.
He had imagined the girl lowering her head shyly, coyly reproaching him, or running away with a flushed face—but he had never expected Shen Qinglan to be so open and forthright, turning the tables and taking the lead.
Clearly, when he had ambushed her just moments ago, she had let out a soft, tender cry of surprise. Yet in the next breath, she put on the imposing air of someone who had "taken the other party down," even shamelessly declaring that she would take responsibility for him.
Shaking his head slightly, Chen An suppressed the tangled emotions in his heart, though a gentle smile still unconsciously rippled through his eyes.
Ever since they were little, Shen Qinglan had always been this lively and straightforward—daring to love, daring to hate. Now,