Chapter 4: A case of taking offense
The flashing laser lights, the water spilled across the table, the faintly heated breaths-in this setting, Su Can finally realized where that soft sensation he had just touched had come from.
The best way to handle something like this was to pretend nothing had happened. Alternatively, he could act a little roguish, like the bar regulars in later years, and say, "I'll take responsibility." It would lighten the mood, and some bar-going girls might even take a liking to his cheek, earning him a reputation as a ladies' man in those circles.
Yet now, in this innocent, awkward age, all those ingrained habits from later years seemed to be gradually eroding and crumbling beneath Tang Wu's hazy, embarrassed, reproachful gaze, then disappearing from Su Can's character.
The Motorola phone in Tang Wu's hand rang. She hurriedly lowered her head and flipped it open to read the message, giving Su Can the chance to breathe a profound sigh of relief. Even with two lifetimes of ups and downs behind him, being stared at by Tang Wu left him feeling an ache in his lower back. This girl was only fifteen or sixteen, yet the large eyes on her pointed, oval face already packed considerable destructive power.
Holding the phone, she pressed its keys with her long, slender fingers, her knuckles moving rhythmically, the pale skin flushing and paling. Tang Wu focused on the screen with a red face and a slight frown. Su Can asked quietly, "Is your family asking you to hurry home?"
Two messages had just arrived. Needless to say, they were inquiries from Tang Wu's family. Clearly, her upbringing was strict; otherwise, she would not have developed this temperament.
"Want to go outside and call home? We can get some fresh