Chapter 72: Human Body Cooling

Yang Lan's movements were awkward yet firm.

Shen Huai had not yet had time to stop her.

She had already undone the lowest button, grabbed the hem of her top with both hands, and pulled it wide apart to both sides.

The top fell lightly to the floor just like that.

Yang Lan's cheeks were flushed crimson; she lowered her head in shyness and hugged her chest with her hands in a somewhat reserved manner.

Because of the hugging motion, her arms involuntarily squeezed toward the center.

The deep valley in the center of her pink bra was pressed directly into a thin slit.

In an instant.

Shen Huai felt as if something had dazzled his eyes until they saw stars.

A stream of hot liquid quickly rushed out of his nasal cavity and dripped onto the back of his hand.

He froze for a moment, then lifted his hand to look.

Damn it, he was having a nosebleed.

"... You, what's wrong with you?" Yang Lan looked at the blood on Shen Huai's face, her expression full of worry.

"Cough, it's, it's nothing."

Shen Huai hurriedly tore a few sheets of paper from the desk, rolled them into a ball to plug his nostrils, and then tilted his head back, "It's just internal heat; it'll be fine in a while."

"Oh, so that's how it is."

Yang Lan hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Then, should we continue?"

"Hm?" Shen Huai's movements stalled for an instant, "Continue what?"

Yang Lan pointed to her pink bra: "I, I haven't finished taking it off yet."

"……!"

Shen Huai's mouth twitched; he stepped forward in two strides, hastily picked up the top from the floor, and draped it over her.

Originally, he had opened his mouth wanting to lecture Yang Lan on this way of thinking that overly pursued "fairness."

But with the words on the tip of his tongue, Shen Huai ultimately softened: "Have you... never seen a man with his shirt off since you were a child?"

"No, I haven't."

Yang Lan shook her head: "Father said that everyone in the world, regardless of gender or age, is equal. The advantage you take of others will eventually be taken back by someone else."

"Your father's words don't sound wrong, but they aren't right when applied to matters between men and women, do you understand?"

Shen Huai had a bit of a headache.

How did this Yang Lan seem completely uninitiated in matters between men and women? With this level of vigilance, how did she grow up safely? That shouldn't be right.

She was, after all, the eldest daughter of Yang Huo of Yixin Group.

Let alone an international conglomerate like Yixin.

Even the daughters of some small domestic business owners are raised in luxury and are well-informed from a young age.

How could they possibly raise a rich girl as simple and almost idiotic as Yang Lan?

What's more.

Her younger sister is Lin Yeman.

That devil who had played him in the palm of her hand time and time again! To be able to grow into a naive white lotus in such a sophisticated and wealthy environment.

It definitely counts as a miracle.

Could it be that genetics also follow the principle of things turning into their opposites? Shen Huai scrutinized Yang Lan with a profound gaze.

And Yang Lan also raised her head, looking back at him with a gaze that could not be understood.

For a time.

The atmosphere seemed somewhat awkward.

Shen Huai realized what was happening, hurriedly pulled on his shirt in a few quick motions, rolled his eyes, and said, "Can you help me get some ice?"

After speaking, Shen Huai pointed to his nose, feigning ease.

Yang Lan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Oh! I know this; when you have a nosebleed, using a cold object to apply a cold compress to the back of the neck can stop the bleeding quickly, right?"

Shen Huai's gaze peeked secretly at this fair, shimmering body, his Adam's apple rolling dryly.

What cold compress, what internal heat.

They were all his excuses.

God damn it.

He just wanted to make up any reason to get this culprit to leave quickly.

Otherwise, this nosebleed wouldn't stop, it just wouldn't stop! "... Uh, I suppose so."

Shen Huai managed a forced smile in cooperation.

After receiving Shen Huai's affirmative answer.

Yang Lan suddenly smiled.

She looked at Shen Huai with a smile, her bright eyes flashing with clear light: "If you just want to have a cold compress effect, there's no need to be so troublesome."

After speaking.

Yang Lan took off the jacket Shen Huai had draped over her shoulders again and stood on tiptoe to come before Shen Huai.

Following that, before Shen Huai could react.

Yang Lan directly and gently pulled his head toward her and buried it tightly into her chest!

"……？!"

！！！！ The moment their skin pressed closely together.

Shen Huai felt the happiness of a mouse falling into a rice jar.

A faint fragrance mixed with a cool, icy touch surged from Yang Lan onto Shen Huai.

But the next second.

This coolness changed its flavor.

The moment it burrowed into Shen Huai's body.

It transformed into a spark filled with desire.

Burning the already unbearable inner fire even more fiercely!

Shen Huai clenched his fists tightly.

His entire body felt as hot as if he were running a fever. He wished he could immediately pounce on Yang Lan and pin her down.

How could there be a woman in this world so pure? Shen Huai gritted his teeth, using all his strength to suppress his almost evil thoughts.

He felt like he would lose control the next second.

Sensing the rapid rise in the temperature of the skin of the person in his arms, Yang Lan keenly sensed something was wrong.

She loosened her grip with some worry and asked, "Huh? My hands and feet are always cold; they should have a cooling effect, right?"

"But why do I feel like your face is getting hotter and hotter?"

Just as Yang Lan was puzzled.

Shen Huai silently raised his hands, forcefully pried away the arms Yang Lan had wrapped around his head, and slowly straightened his body.

Only then did Yang Lan notice.

It seemed Shen Huai had stopped having a nosebleed.

But that gaze revealed a deep gloom she had never seen before.

"Yang Lan, have you ever heard of a term called 'cute aggression'?" Shen Huai said in a deep, slightly hoarse voice.

His eyes stared fixedly at Yang Lan, like a hunter locking onto prey.

"…Huh? What does that mean?" Yang Lan was still confused.

"When the beauty of something exceeds the range the brain can accept, the brain will release opposite emotions to achieve balance."

"For example, just now, do you know what I was thinking?"

"…You, what were you thinking?"

Shen Huai tilted his head to look directly at Yang Lan, his lips curling into a chilling smile: "I was thinking, how can a person be so pure that there isn't a single impurity? How can such a person exist in this world?"

"How about… I destroy her."

In an instant.

Yang Lan's pupils trembled violently.

She stepped back a few paces with lingering fear, putting a meter of distance between herself and Shen Huai.

Looking at Shen Huai in disbelief: "Shen Huai… you aren't feverish and delirious, are you?"

"You're wrong, I'm very clear-headed."

Shen Huai: "So leave quickly. I am a very dangerous person, and my temperament is unstable. Don't waste your time on me, and I have no interest in playing this house-playing trial-dating game with you."

"…"

Yang Lan bit her lip tightly, crystal tears seemingly overflowing from her eyes, yet she remained unwilling to give up: "But didn't you say you didn't dislike me?"

"Not disliking doesn't mean liking. There are plenty of people I don't dislike."

"I don't dislike Lin Yeman either; does that mean I should marry both you sisters?"

After saying this, Shen Huai deliberately turned his back to her, no longer looking at her.

If Lin Yeman were here and heard Shen Huai say these words in front of Yang Lan.

She would likely be so angry she would slap herself a few times on the spot.

But Shen Huai was truly at his wit's end.

He had never met such a bizarre person who didn't play by the rules like Yang Lan.

Yang Lan's eyes were simply too clean.

So clean that if Shen Huai told a single lie, his conscience would be uneasy for an entire day.

Especially just now, Yang Lan's "human cooling" wave had directly caused Shen Huai to lose his sanity.

Yang Lan as a person.

Was simply too pure, too beautiful.

He couldn't bear to let her be used by Shen Zhiyuan and sink deeper into the dream he had woven.

Rather than becoming an accomplice to hurting her.

It was better to stop here.

Sure enough.

After saying these words, Yang Lan finally stopped moving forward.

She pondered in silence for a moment.

Then she slowly put on her clothes, tidied the loose hair at her temples, and returned to her original cold and aloof appearance.

When she reached the door of the room, Yang Lan took one last look at Shen Huai.

Shen Huai maintained his posture with his back to her, remaining silent throughout.

"Then wait for my news."

After saying this, Yang Lan turned and left, leaving behind a soft, heavy sound of the door closing.

Wait for her news? What news? Shen Huai's expression stiffened for a moment.

A bad premonition welled up in his heart.

At the same time.

Lin Yeman was lying on the bed, lost in thought.

Everything that happened today contained too much information.

She had not yet had the time to properly digest it all, and she did not know how she should face her relationship with Shen Huai from now on.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

A hurried knocking sound came from outside the door.

Lin Yeman frowned, got up to open the door, and discovered it was actually Yang Lan.

"Sister? What has happened to you?"

Looking at Yang Lan's flushed appearance, Lin Yeman's eyes darkened: "Did that brat Shen Huai bully you?"

Upon hearing this.

Yang Lan immediately shook her head, looked into Lin Yeman's eyes, and asked word by word.

"Manman, are you willing to be Shen Huai's girlfriend together with me?"

(End of this chapter)