Chapter 48: The Wounds of Youth

  "Jade, compared to how good you were to me in the past, this doesn't count for much. Besides, don't expect me to thank you, I won't even bother with you."

  The Su family and the Xiao family have a business partnership. Three years ago, when he heard that the Xiao family's daughter had run away from home and refused to let her bodyguards follow her, the head of the Su family sent this useless 'illegitimate son' to protect her in the guise of a friend.

  This was also what she knew later, but Su Jin took care of her as if she were her sister, and was genuinely good to her, not because of the orders of the master of the Su family.

  In her heart, he will always be her brother, her good friend.

  Su Jin fell silent for a moment, no longer speaking, the smile at the corner of her lips seemed so warm, and the melancholy between her eyebrows seemed to have faded a bit.

  Emperor Liang Xun's gaze made her feel uncomfortable in her heart. Her past was something he could never participate in no matter what.

  It's as if they were two people from two different worlds.

  He would never be able to see through her.

  She always wore an air of mystery.

  More than eight o'clock, the morning light poured onto the white ceramic tiles of the teaching building, countless famous cars drove into the campus from the main gate one after another, and the students walked to their respective classes in twos or threes or alone.

  "Kitty, what are you going to eat today?" Emperor Ling took out the bento boxes from his backpack one by one and placed them on the table, a total of five or six.

  The school uniform on him showed an unmistakable nobility and unruliness, with his black hair, black eyes, and black uniform, sharp sword-like eyebrows, and a charming aura that radiated in all directions.

  "Peidan lean meat porridge." Xiao Fengxue glanced at it casually, picked up one of them, and couldn't help but ask him, "Who are you going to bring the rest for?"

  Every day he brought five or six breakfasts, letting her choose one to eat, and the others were taken somewhere unknown, as far as she knew, Emperor Qingxu was not the kind of person who would help others bring breakfast...

  "What else?" He was taken aback, seemingly puzzled as to why she suddenly asked this question, and casually replied, "Thrown away."

  "Thrown away?" Her voice was no longer calm due to surprise, raised an eyebrow at him, "Why?"

  "You're not eating it, what's the point of keeping it?" He said matter-of-factly.

  "You bring so many breakfasts to school every day just for me to choose from?"

  "Otherwise?" The handsome young man slanted a glance at her and reached out to roughly mess up her hair.

  Nodding in satisfaction, hmm, soft and smooth to the touch, can massage a bit more next time.

  Then he suddenly felt this action was very familiar, his face turned dark in an instant, Su Jin that little boy had also done so!

  "Alright." She brushed off the 'claws' on her head, silently covering her forehead. It's really curious how someone with such a weird brain structure can survive in this world, but... "Did you make all these breakfasts for me by yourself?"

  "Hmm... what's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?" He hastily asked her back.

  Perhaps even the strongest man can't help but be cautious when facing a woman he likes, such as Emperor Liang Xuan...

  Xiao Feng saw the panic flash in his eyes, and her nose was slightly sour. What virtue did she have to let a young master who had been pampered since childhood make five or six breakfasts for her every day?

  "No, it's delicious, I like it very much, thank you." She held the porridge and smiled at him with a bright smile, as radiant as cherry blossoms on a spring day, her eyes narrowed and flowing with beautiful light.

  Di Liang was stunned, this seemed to be her first time smiling at him, very beautiful, very charming.

  His heart was pounding, almost jumping out of his throat, he swallowed hard and suppressed the turmoil in his chest, afraid that he would not be able to hold back from kissing her.

  "Sit down and let's eat together." Seeing him still dazed, Xiao Fengxue patted the chair beside her with one hand, "We have class next."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Xue'er, can I borrow your pen?"

  Qin Jielie turned her head, interrupting the atmosphere between the two. It was Xiao Fengxue who asked, but her eyes seemed to glance at Di Liangxun with a hint of something else, and although she wore the same sweet smile, it seemed somehow different.

  "Take it." Xiao Fengxue replied with a faint smile, Qin Jielie had been indifferent to her for some time and no longer stuck to her side.

  When did it start changing? After returning from intensive training? The exposure of Xiao Yu Group? Or... Emperor Liang Xun's broadcast?

  No matter what the reason is, she won't go ask.

  In three years, she has come to understand a truth: when someone is hiding something from you, no matter how much you ask, there will be no result; when they want to say it, they will tell you themselves.

  After school.

  They sat quietly on the long marble bench under the camphor tree.

  The leaves fell down with a faint scent that seemed to exist and yet didn't.

  She held a thick book in her hands, looking at it intently, with strands of hair falling down as she lowered her head. Her pink lips were pursed lightly due to the twists and turns of the story.

  The boy in the black school uniform, with a dark red bow tie around his neck, stared at her with eyes as black as ink, as if he wanted to use all his life's gaze to stare at her.

  "Fetch me my sandwich." She stretched out her jade-like hand, the sunset filtering through the leaves and casting a glimmering orange glow on her transparent fingernails, her eyes still not leaving the book.

  "What flavor would you like?" he asked.

  "Whatever."

  "Mm." He rummaged through his black backpack and handed her a sandwich.

  The warmth in her eyes was so obvious.

  She took a bite and went straight to throw away one-third of it, she flipped through a few more pages of the book, the sandwich disappeared, leaving only crumbs and jam stuck on her mouth.

  Di Liangxun subconsciously pulled out a tissue to help her wipe, but his hand stopped in mid-air the next instant. The white tissue was blown by the wind, like a broken snow-white wing, trembling slightly.

  Her delicate tongue tip was as small and dainty as a cat's, with a pinkish glow, lightly licking, everything at the corner of her mouth disappeared, leaving behind skin that was white to the point of being almost transparent.

  She didn't know that her unintentional actions were full of fatal charm.

  Gulu

  Dì Liáng Xún could almost hear his own Adam's apple rolling.

  The next second, without warning, he possessed her and pinned her to the thick branch of the camphor tree, savoring her tempting lips carefully.

  Unchanging flavor, icy cool, soft and sweet, alluring.

  Xiao Feng's eyes widened suddenly, and the scorching hot breath that came rushing towards her made her forget to react for a moment, and also forget to push him away.

  The book in hand shook down the dry leaves along the branches, quietly lying on the ground. The wind turned over its thin pages irregularly. Black bold font printed its name - "Wounds of Youth"

  He was drunk and closed his eyes, his long eyelashes like butterfly wings. She trembled slightly as she raised her hand to push him away.

  Di Liang Xun seemed to know he would be rejected, so he didn't delve deeper into the kiss. He licked her lips lingeringly and then reluctantly let go. His deep eyes stared at her, filled with an emotion she couldn't decipher.