"This poem was written for you." How could Xu Ran fail to see what Han Xue was thinking? He had only meant to plagiarize a poem, but unexpectedly, Han Xue had read more into it herself. Still, he could take the offered donkey and ride it down the slope.
"Why would you write it for me?" Han Xue stamped her foot in feigned annoyance, knitting her delicate brows and pretending to be unhappy. But no amount of outward concealment could hide the flash of delight and bashfulness in her eyes.
"I think you're a girl unlike any other." As Xu Ran spoke, he reached for Han Xue's hand.
"Heh. You've probably said that more than once, haven't you?" Han Xue shook his hand off and spoke in vexation. She had come to her senses now, too, and shot Xu Ran a fierce glare.
The slightest lapse, and that bastard Xu Ran would bewitch me.
Hah!
How am I any different from anyone else?
When a man suddenly says something so pleasing, there must be a trick.
Still, Xu Ran's poem really did tickle her heart. A poem so rich in flavor, so pleasing to recite, yet so full of meaning that its aftertaste lingered endlessly was undoubtedly a masterpiece. Even if Xu Ran was insincere, a poem like this was still extremely precious.
And since this poem's creation had something to do with her, perhaps it would even give rise to some literary allusion in the future.
"Then give me your appraisal. Is this poem of mine to your satisfaction?" Xu Ran smiled as well. He wanted to see how this girl would wriggle out of it when the time came. Even reneging required a suitable excuse, but Xu Ran would not give Han Xue anything to seize on.
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