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She said, there’s only Zhang Lurang.
— Zhang Lurang
Although he said that, the grip on her hand didn’t loosen at all.
Su Zaizai didn’t notice; her thoughts were completely overwhelmed by his cold expression.
She immediately backed down, and all thoughts of acting shy were instantly forgotten.
Zhang Lurang turned his gaze away, looking at the small lake not far away.
Silver streams poured down, casting a faint glow on the curves of his profile.
The prominent Adam’s apple on his neck slowly moved, especially noticeable under the streetlight.
Su Zaizai didn’t know what to say.
Once the lustful thoughts arose, without thinking through the consequences, she blurted out such vulgar words.
Could this be considered verbal harassment...
How could she let her inner desires cloud her judgment and heed her roommate’s advice...
Zhang Lurang was different from other men! What kind of playful banter would this be for him?
Would he...
Recalling Zhang Lurang’s previous words, Su Zaizai suddenly became a bit afraid.
That fear was like strands of thread, forming a net that tightly gripped her heart.
— “This method might make it easier to chase you.”
— “I might call the police.”
Call… call the police…
She instinctively let go of Zhang Lurang’s hand and lowered her head to explain: “I… I was just joking with you…”
Zhang Lurang turned his head back, lowering his gaze to look at her, waiting for her next words.
His face showed no emotion, making it impossible to tell if he was angry or not.
The next second, Su Zaizai’s words caused cracks to appear in his icy expression.
“Don’t call the police, waaah…”
He was somewhat at a loss for words: “Who taught you these things?”
Su Zaizai’s eyes brimmed with tears, wavering for a moment before firmly deciding not to betray her roommate.
Her mind raced furiously.
Su Zaizai licked her lips, tugged on the strings of Zhang Lurang’s hoodie, and directly leaned in to kiss him.
She really didn’t know how to respond!
Blocking his mouth in this simple, brutal, yet satisfying way made her happiest.
However, Zhang Lurang didn’t react in time.
He instinctively tilted his head back slightly, causing Su Zaizai’s lips to only lightly brush against his chin.
In that instant, Su Zaizai felt as if she had been slapped twice.
She fell silent for a moment and agreed with what he had just said: “…I’ll go back by myself.”
Su Zaizai was indeed a bit hurt by his snake-repellent demeanor.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Lurang brought his tilted head back down, lowering his eyes to look at her.
Her head was bowed, exposing a smooth, white neck that shimmered faintly.
From this angle, her delicate nose was slightly wrinkled, and her eyelashes trembled faintly.
Zhang Lurang’s Adam’s apple unconsciously rolled a few times.
His hand clenched into a fist, and he couldn’t help but pull her back, lowering his head to kiss her.
After the kiss ended, he lowered his eyes and touched the corner of Su Zaizai’s eye with his cool fingertips.
His expression seemed to be contemplating something, and soon he earnestly said:
“Don’t always listen to others’ nonsense.”
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December 11th evening.
Su Zaizai and Zhang Lurang strolled leisurely along the snack street outside the school.
They walked up to one of the Shandong pancake stalls.
Su Zaizai tilted her head and asked: “Rang Rang, do you want to eat?”
Zhang Lurang ordered one for her, pulling out his phone to scan and pay: “You eat it.”
The vendor spread the egg evenly, sprinkled pickles, green onions, and meat floss, folded one-third of the pancake, spread sweet bean sauce, added a piece of crispy cracker and raw vegetables, rolled it up, and cut it in half.
It was divided into two pieces.
One piece each for them.
Su Zaizai stuffed one piece into Zhang Lurang’s hand and said: “This is very delicious.”
Zhang Lurang didn’t refuse much, picked it up, took a bite, and chewed.
Su Zaizai didn’t rush to eat either, lifting her head to stare at his expression.
Seeing his eyebrows furrow, seemingly not liking the taste,
She quickly pulled it back and lied: “Never mind, I don’t have enough, you don’t eat it.”
Zhang Lurang: “….”
Su Zaizai suddenly remembered that tomorrow was her eighteenth birthday.
She turned her head, asking expectantly: “Rang Rang, do you remember what day it is tomorrow?”
Zhang Lurang took out a tissue from his backpack and wiped the sweet bean sauce off her fingers.
After cleaning it up, Zhang Lurang obediently answered: “Your birthday.”
Su Zaizai shamelessly added: “Also, it’s the age where I can check into a hotel with my ID.”
“…”
Seeing his expression immediately turn unpleasant again, Su Zaizai blinked innocently: “I’m just purely going to check in, not doing anything else, don’t think dirty thoughts.”
Zhang Lurang uncomfortably averted his eyes and ignored her.
“But bringing you along would be nice too,” she said cheerfully.
“…Hurry up and eat, we need to go back.”
Su Zaizai bit into the pancake and suddenly said: “Tomorrow, the people in my department said they would celebrate my birthday.”
Hearing this, Zhang Lurang frowned: “Is your minister going too?”
“What he does has nothing to do with me,” Su Zaizai mumbled through her food, her voice unclear. “Anyway, I won’t go, I told them not to bother.”
“…”
“I definitely have to stay with you,” Su Zaizai declared confidently.
Zhang Lurang was silent for a moment, then spoke with some frustration.
“Why are there so many boys around you whose names sound like ‘nan’.”
Just hearing that sound made him physiologically repulsed.
Su Zaizai thought seriously: “No, there aren’t.”
Upon hearing this, the sour bubbles in Zhang Lurang’s heart bubbled up again, making it impossible for him to maintain his composed and detached demeanor.
Before he could say anything, Su Zaizai spoke again:
“Only Rang.”
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In previous years, for Su Zaizai’s birthday, Zhang Lurang would simply buy her what she needed.
Then he’d get a cake, send a red envelope—nothing too elaborate or fancy.
In fact, he couldn’t think of anything fancy.
But this time, for Su Zaizai’s 18th birthday, Zhang Lurang put a lot of thought into it.
He searched online, reluctantly asked her roommates, and occasionally casually asked Su Zaizai herself.
After much hesitation, he decided to do everything he found—
Flowers, a necklace, cosmetics, singing a love song…
They had nowhere to go, so checking into a hotel was out of the question. Therefore, Zhang Lurang booked a small private room at a café near the school in advance.
The next day, Su Zaizai was led by Zhang Lurang into the private room.
She immediately spotted the cake on the table, with over a dozen candles arranged in the shape of a heart.
Beside it was a bouquet of red roses, with an exquisite gift box nestled among them.
There were also several gift bags on the table.
Su Zaizai’s first reaction was: “Rang Rang, did you arrange that heart?”
Zhang Lurang licked his lips, somewhat awkwardly admitting: “Mm.”
Hearing this answer, Su Zaizai suddenly fell silent beside him.
Zhang Lurang turned his head, puzzled.
Just then, Su Zaizai suddenly tugged at his collar and planted a heavy kiss on his lips.
Their noses collided, the impact quite forceful.
Zhang Lurang winced in pain but instinctively reached out to rub her nose, his deep voice asking: “What are you doing?”
Receiving such treatment made Su Zaizai extremely happy.
At the same time, she felt as if her status had instantly risen, and she boldly declared: “Today’s my birthday. If you don’t let me have my way with you, I’ll be mad! I’m going to show you with actions—I’m not the only one who knows how to get angry!”
“…”
As she spoke, Su Zaizai pulled Zhang Lurang to sit beside her.
She rummaged through the gift bags on the table and instantly backed down: “Are these too expensive...?”
Zhang Lurang shook his head: “Not really.”
“You didn’t have to buy me all these…”
Zhang Lurang interrupted her: “I earned the money from tutoring during the summer break.”
Hearing this, Su Zaizai stared at him blankly.
“In the future, I’ll buy you more,” he murmured softly, lowering his eyes.
After saying this, Zhang Lurang picked up the lighter from the table and slowly lit the candles on the cake.
In the quiet private room, the sound of the lighter opening echoed continuously.
Click-click
After finishing the birthday song, Zhang Lurang opened his mouth once again.
His deep, magnetic voice reverberated in the private room, the ending notes slightly raised, carrying a hint of gentle affection.
It was a song Su Zaizai had been looping recently.
…
“My baby, my baby,
Let me give you something sweet,
So you can sleep well tonight.”
…
Su Zaizai was Zhang Lurang’s baby.
A priceless treasure close to his heart.
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