Chapter 79
After forcefully teaching Pei Susu a lesson on how to behave, she finally quieted down.
With the chatterbox dragged away, Gu Ran enjoyed a moment of peace and quiet.
However, after being alone for a while, he felt a bit bored.
Watching the two girls put their heads together again and start chirping away, he could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
If you do not understand, just ask: Is this what girls' friendship is like?
One second they were at each other's throats, and the next they were back to being best sisters who talked about everything?
Truly impressive, you have to hand it to them!
Seeing the two link arms to skate, squeezing tightly together, he blinked, feeling a bit tempted.
Getting up and walking over, a flattering smile appeared on his face.
"Two young ladies, mind if I join you?"
Young ladies?
Hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen furrowed her beautiful brows, clearly not getting his point.
Rolling her beautiful eyes at him, she said, "Sister is sister, what do you mean by adding 'young'?!"
As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the youth in front of her, silently complaining in her heart.
Did he think adding the word 'young' would lower her status as an older sister?
Pure wishful thinking!
Gu Ran really did not expect his greeting to be interpreted this way.
He blinked, and then his gaze unconsciously drifted downward, lingering on her curves.
"Then... big sister?"
He raised an eyebrow and asked tentatively, making the aloof girl instantly bristle.
"Where are you looking?!"
Kicking him with her foot, Ye Zhenzhen quickly turned around with a blushing face, her eyes full of shame and annoyance.
Scientific research shows, and well-known experts certify, that when you check out a young woman's figure, your eyes naturally drift downward.
Gu Ran's gaze was obvious; not only was it caught by the aloof sister, but it was also seen by the gossipy little loli.
She curled her lips, full of complaints she wanted to spit out.
But having just been given a heart-to-heart education, she did not dare speak too much now, afraid of suffering inhuman torture again.
"So... can I join you?"
Awkwardly touching his nose, he quickly withdrew his gaze and looked straight at the girl in front of him.
Frowning slightly, Ye Zhenzhen felt that this guy's gaze was not quite proper, and then ruthlessly rejected him, showing no mercy.
"No, us girls are having fun, what are you coming over for?"
Gu Ran resentfully shrank back and smiled sheepishly.
He really wanted to reply with a certain word, but the veteran female driver would likely catch the double meaning, so he quickly turned and left.
Sitting forlornly at the edge of the rink watching them have fun, he was joined by the equally forlorn-looking Ye Jinliang.
The two sat there like brothers in distress, lonely, neither saying a word.
But the atmosphere at this moment needed no words; they both seemed to understand each other's loneliness.
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The second day of the Lunar New Year.
Ye Zhenzhen was taken back to her maternal grandmother's house early in the morning by Ye Shulian. Gu Xiangcheng accompanied them as the driver, but Gu Ran did not go along.
Because Ye Shulian said it was not necessary, and understanding the reason, Lao Gu did not force it, happy to have some free time.
Finding a pair of earplugs, Gu Ran pulled the curtains tight and continued to bury his head in sleep, ready to give himself a nice day off.
When the aloof girl arrived at her grandparents' house, she felt extremely uncomfortable and thought time was passing very slowly.
Nutritional-less Q and A sessions, wearing professional fake smiles.
Gu Xiangcheng handled such occasions with ease, but for the young girl, it was sheer agony.
Chatting about meaningless topics, she wanted to go back and do practice questions more and more.
Looking up at the clock from time to time, she secretly guessed what Gu Ran might be doing at home right now.
That lazy guy... could not be secretly playing games again, right?
Wrinkling her nose, she decided that when she got home later, if she found out he had not been studying, she would punish him by making him do two extra sets of test papers tonight!
They played a bit wildly last night and were too tired when they got back, so the test papers that should have been done last night were pushed to tonight.
Time ticked by, and after lunch, they started packing up to leave.
Staring at the food on the table, Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips, thinking again of her brother waiting to be fed at home.
Walking up to Ye Shulian, she asked in a low voice, "Mom, did we leave any food for Gu Ran when we left?"
While clearing the table, Ye Shulian paused upon hearing this and looked at her daughter with some amusement.
Are the two kids getting along this well now?
Even when she is out, she does not forget to care about her brother at home, looking more and more like an older sister.
She smiled softly and said, "Do not worry, he will not starve. His breakfast and lunch were set aside for him long ago."
Hearing this, the girl nodded. Seeing her reaction, Ye Shulian smiled and asked in a low voice, "What, worried about your brother?"
"Who... who is worried about him! I am just afraid that guy is too stupid to cook and will starve to death at home!"
The aloof girl quickly retorted, blushing.
The red flush rising on her face made Ye Shulian frown.
It was just a joke, why was this girl blushing?!
She unconsciously started to feel a bit worried, but hearing the second half of the sentence, she quickly rolled her eyes at her daughter.
"Pah pah pah, talking about death during the New Year."
Poking the girl's forehead with a finger, she carried the plates into the kitchen.
Leaving Ye Zhenzhen standing there thinking.
Was she... worried about Gu Ran?
Maybe a little...
But that was just an older sister's concern for her younger brother, nothing more!
Finding an excuse for herself in her heart, she turned and started helping clear the table too.
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In the afternoon, Lao Gu first dropped the mother and daughter off at home, then hurried to his next engagement without stopping.
As soon as she entered the house, Ye Zhenzhen quickly took off her white down jacket, slipped off her shoes, and headed straight for Gu Ran's room.
She wanted to see what this guy was secretly doing while she was not home.
He had better be studying, otherwise she would definitely let him know why an older sister is an older sister!
Pushing open the door, she found the room completely dark.
The curtains were drawn tight, and the lazy youth was lying bare-chested on the bed, sleeping soundly.
She frowned, rubbing her somewhat cold little hands together, and walked over.
Slipping her cold soft hands into the youth's collar, she wrinkled her nose and said, "Pig, get up right now!"
Feeling the chill on his neck, Gu Ran woke up instantly.
Rolling over, he mumbled, "You must be freezing, it is warm under my covers, come in and stay for a while."
Ye Zhenzhen: "???"
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