Chapter 296 – Great God, I heard you’re going to travel a thousand li to deliver (30)
—Oh…
Like a deflated balloon, Fang Shi responded absentmindedly and lifted his foot to step inside.
—Oh?
—Little Cute?
Fang Shi’s head snapped up. His gaze locked onto the person before him. Her lips still curved in a lazy smirk, a cigarette dangling between slender fingers, eyes half-lidded with a teasing glint.
His ears felt a little hot.
His eyelashes fluttered a few times.
This person definitely recognized him.
Otherwise, how else could they have called him ‘Little Cute’…
His steps faltered.
Seeing his reaction, Yan Luo couldn’t help but chuckle softly. There was light in the hallway, faintly illuminating Fang Shi’s expression.
A hint of surprise. A bit of daze. And lingering frustration that hadn’t yet faded.
How could he look this adorable?
That quiet chuckle landed in Fang Shi’s ears, making his already-warm ears burn even hotter. His gaze flickered left and right, unsure where to rest.
Suddenly, a mix of cigarette smoke and a faint lemon scent drifted closer. Fang Shi’s pupils contracted slightly, and the next second, he felt a warm touch on his flushed earlobe, like a light pinch.
Then came another soft laugh.
Yan Luo stepped forward and shut the door behind him.
This time, Fang Shi felt his entire face heating up.
She was teasing him.
His eyes locked onto Yan Luo, his lips pressed tightly together, silent yet unwavering.
Not wanting to waste more time standing at the door, Yan Luo stifled a yawn, stepped inside, and collapsed onto the couch. The cigarette between her fingers had burned halfway down. She took a slow drag, then exhaled the smoke lazily.
Fang Shi, trailing behind her step by step, saw this and immediately reached out to snatch the cigarette from her hand, frowning.
“Your throat just got better. Why are you still smoking?”
Yan Luo remained curled up on the couch, completely unbothered by having her cigarette taken away. She propped her chin up, studying him. The room light, which she had turned on earlier, bathed the space in a warm glow.
Under the light, the ‘boy’s face looked even paler. Her chapped lips made her appear even more fragile.
He was still holding the cigarette. Truthfully, Fang Shi hadn’t fully recovered from his earlier emotions. He crouched slightly, lowering himself to Yan Luo’s eye level, his voice gentle as if afraid to startle her.
“What’s wrong with you? You look terrible. Are you sick? Did you take any medicine?”
“More importantly…” Yan Luo’s fingers lightly tapped the couch twice. She blinked. “Aren’t you supposed to explain why you’re here?”
Fang Shi : …
He was momentarily speechless. His head dipped slightly as he subtly observed Yan Luo’s expression, as if trying to gauge whether she was upset.
But after staring at her exquisite face for a while, Fang Shi hesitated, pursed his lips, and muttered a few words under his breath.
Too soft.
Yan Luo didn’t catch it. She raised an eyebrow. “What did you say?”
Fang Shi looked up.
Then, in a moment of reckless resolve, he straightened slightly, one hand holding the cigarette, the other bracing against the couch, effectively trapping Yan Luo between his arms.
It was an assertive stance, but his voice carried a tinge of grievance.
“You won’t let me smoke, but you secretly smoke yourself. You tell me to rest early, but you don’t take care of yourself. You said you’d look after yourself properly, but even though you’re almost recovered, you ignored my messages all morning and afternoon. And when I come over, this is what I find.”
His complaints spilled out one after another, like he was listing her crimes.
Yan Luo smirked, amusement flickering in her eyes.
“So?”