Free Web NovelChapter 920: Chapter 20: Xiao Chong Extra (Part 20)
The two maintained this intimate yet restrained pose, watching the sunrise for a long, long time, until a "click" sound came from nearby.
Lin Wanwan, like a startled fawn, suddenly began to struggle, but Xiao Chong’s embrace was as firm as iron, and she couldn’t break free.
So she had no choice but to turn around, pull up Xiao Chong’s down jacket hood to cover her head, almost hiding her entire body in his embrace.
As long as she couldn’t see, everything else could be ignored.
Xiao Chong held the little deer in his arms down, turned his head to look over. There was a university student-looking girl nearby, holding her phone to take pictures.
"I... I’m just taking pictures of the sunrise..."
Xiao Chong said nothing, but raised his heroic sword-like eyebrow, staring directly at her.
His gaze had an interrogative effect, and the female student admitted defeat instantly: "Alright, I’m sorry, really, you both look so good together, too perfectly beautiful, I couldn’t resist for a moment."
Xiao Chong suddenly smiled, a smile that left one mesmerized: "Open AirDrop, send it to me." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"Ah? Oh, okay." The female student was dazzled by Xiao Chong’s smile, doing whatever he said, finally deleting the photo under his gaze and left.
Xiao Chong, with one hand holding the person buried in his arms, looked at the newly received photo with the other.
In the picture, the two leaned together, silently gazing at the river, showing only their profiles, without any unnecessary actions, but that unspoken ambiguity spread from within the picture to outside, making anyone who saw it fall for love uncontrollably.
He smiled, saved the photo in his online storage, then forwarded it to Lin Wanwan.
Such a beautiful scene, naturally, should be shared together.
With a beauty in his arms, he wished he could grow up overnight to marry her home.
If it were in Great Tang, they should proceed with the six ceremonies to get married, then be together every day and night. But in modern times, they have to wait for several more years.
It was the first time Xiao Chong realized there were inconveniences in modern times.
After a while, Lin Wanwan raised her head from his embrace, her face flushed, hair in disarray.
She pushed him slightly; this time Xiao Chong didn’t exert strength and allowed her to push away.
"After watching the sunrise, let’s head back." Lin Wanwan tucked the wind-blown hair behind her ear as she spoke.
"Okay." Xiao Chong reached out to hold her hand, walking towards the taxi stand.
She didn’t resist but tightened the down jacket a bit, covering their intertwined fingers.
It was still not six o’clock when they returned to the hotel; breakfast wouldn’t start until seven.
Lin Wanwan returned the down jacket to Xiao Chong in the cab, then went inside first, letting Xiao Chong come in later.
Though the lobby was full of unfamiliar strangers, Lin Wanwan worried she might run into a teacher or classmates.
The school was very strict about relationships; boarding-school students in their second year of high school were caught holding hands, directly criticized, required parent meetings, and separated without mercy.
When Lin Wanwan returned to her room, Chen Ying wasn’t awake yet!
With another hour of rest, she took off her coat and shoes, lay back on the bed, her mind swirling with scenes just passed, her palm seemingly still holding Xiao Chong’s warmth.
She hugged the quilt, savoring the moment for some time, gradually becoming clear-headed, starting to feel conflicted.
She still needed to study at a good university and a good major to change her fate, support her grandfather so that he wouldn’t have to work so hard anymore. How did she absently get involved holding hands with a boy? It was like a dream.
Would this affect her grades?
Lin Wanwan wasn’t quite sure.
Afterwards, Lin Wanwan remained in a state of fluctuating between happiness and worry. Fortunately, the following itinerary was neatly arranged by Teacher Wang, leaving no time for them to act freely.
At seven o’clock, she wore the school uniform skirt underneath, donned a coat to the second-floor restaurant for a buffet breakfast, then gathered at the lobby at seven-thirty, boarding the bus to the gymnasium, entering, rehearsing, performing, watching the game, and cheering for their school’s team.
The Seventh Middle School had only one trump card, which was their 187-centimeter-tall Xiao Chong; the rest of the teammates were considered weaklings, either only capable of offense without defense or vice versa.
As the center and senior in high school, although nearly two meters tall, with decent skills, he had an explosive temper, easily provoked by the opponent’s trash talk.
As for the teammate on the scoring guard line, it went without mentioning, purely there to make up the numbers, without any advantage.
