anovelconsole Chapter 469: Then Tell Me, What Does It Mean to Like You?
Chapter 469: Then Tell Me, What Does It Mean to Like You?
He pondered for a moment: "There’s still a bit of work to handle, you can sleep first."
"Where will you handle it? In the study?"
Lu Yan nodded: "Yes."
Once she’s asleep, I’ll make up another bed; that should work, right?
Song Nuan blinked: "That works, I have assignments to do and online exercises to look at, let’s do it together; anyway, I don’t have to get up early tomorrow morning."
"But you have to get up early tomorrow morning, you shouldn’t work for too long."
Song Nuan spoke a lot, staring at Lu Yan: "By the way, you’re getting up early to exercise, right?"
Lu Yan’s brow slightly twitched.
He felt like he could never keep up with this girl’s thought process, and his usual tricks never worked on her.
Things that he should avoid, he could never escape.
He sighed slightly: "Yeah, why?"
Song Nuan stared with almond-shaped eyes, explaining seriously: "Exercising equals vigorous activity, and if you sleep so late and exercise early in the morning, it’s easy to suddenly die, you know."
Lu Yan: "..."
Isn’t he quite healthy? How come in her mouth, it sounded like he didn’t have long to live?
"Alright." He said, pointing outside: "The study is over there, you go do your homework first, I’ll come over shortly, okay?"
Song Nuan asked again: "What are you doing?"
Lu Yan: "I’m changing the clean sheets, haven’t stayed here in a long time, worried there might be dust."
Song Nuan nodded: "I’ll help you."
Right now Lu Yan felt the atmosphere was weird; how come he never noticed how clingy this girl was before?
Song Nuan just felt, why is he so aloof?
Is it a personality issue? Or is she truly unappealing?
She needed to figure it out.
The air conditioner was on in the room, and Song Nuan’s dry-clean clothes were also delivered, she changed into them, then helped Lu Yan with the sheets.
But—
"That side’s not tidy." Lu Yan commented as he looked at her.
Song Nuan looked down at the wrinkles in front of her that she hadn’t smoothed out, and gently tugged at them with her small hand.
Then she raised her eyes: "Done."
"Tuck it under." Lu Yan instructed.
Song Nuan frowned, looking at the sheets against the bed edge: "Why insist on tucking it under? It looks nice like this."
Lu Yan’s time in the army made him accustomed to everything at home following military standards, and being a captain, these standards were exceptionally strict.
"Tuck it under." He inexplicably became a bit fiercer, his tone more serious.
"..." Song Nuan looked down, biting her lower lip, looking pitiful and aggrieved.
She suddenly crouched down, her voice tiny, mumbling: "Fine, I’ll tuck it, why get angry?"
She perfunctorily tucked it properly: "There, done."
Lu Yan looked at it with displeasure: "It’s not done right, make it tidy."
This little girl had no discipline whatsoever, she needed proper guidance and correction.
Song Nuan wrinkled her small nose, and when she raised her eyes, tears welled up, looking at Lu Yan’s stern, harsh face, the tears started to fall.
She stood up, took a step back, lower her eyes, her head down, with tears falling like beans.
No yelling, no outburst.
Just crying silently, restrained crying.
No one ever taught her how to do the sheets, and especially this kind of sheets.
All he knew was how to be stern.
Lu Yan frowned, staring at her, expressionless: "Keep crying, cry it out, and then finish it."
The icy voice reached Song Nuan’s ears, she instantly raised her head, wide-eyed staring at him.
A bit incredulous.
This made her grievances seem worthless, as if she was being unreasonable.
Song Nuan lowered her eyes, annoyed, suddenly reached out and tore apart the neatly made bed sheets: "There, you do it yourself, I’m not doing it."
Then, she shoved Lu Yan, stomping angrily out.
Lu Yan was pushed back against the door: "..."
He felt his blood pressure rising a bit fast.
Staring at her walking away, he held back a breath: "Stop right there!"
Song Nuan halted, still daring to be harsh with her?
Turning to glare at him with almond eyes: "What? Are you going to hit me?"
Lu Yan walked over, reaching out—
Song Nuan’s whole body flinched in fear, thinking he was really going to hit her.
Lu Yan paused his hand, but still grabbed her, pulling her to the doorway, made her stand properly, looking down on her, his voice suppressed: "Come on, tell me, why are you angry, why are you crying?"
"Did I ask you to make the bed? Didn’t I ask you to do homework? You’re the one who couldn’t do it properly, why are you throwing a tantrum?"
"So young, yet such a big temper."
"Did I not make it nicely?" Song Nuan raised her head to glare at him, realizing she was shorter and had no presence.
Shoved him aside, stood on the bed indignantly, hands on her hips: "I’m not one of your team members in the unit, why impose such strict standards on me?"
"This is home, not the military."
Lu Yan: "Everything should be done well wherever it is."
"But I haven’t learned or been trained by you, why should you ask me to do as well as you?"
Lu Yan stared at her: "You can’t, then why didn’t you ask me?"
In his world, not understanding meant asking.
"You never said you would teach me, you never asked if I could do it."
Song Nuan stood at the bed’s edge, and if her emotions got too excited, one careless move could make her fall off.
Lu Yan held back a breath: "Get off the bed."
Song Nuan not only didn’t get off, she kicked the sheets flying: "Lu Yan, let me tell you, you old man, I’m fed up with you, fed up!"
"You don’t like me at all."
"Break up, I’m done with you, old man!"
Petty old man, penny-pinching old man, stubbornly clueless old man!
After saying this, Song Nuan got off the bed, very angry, she had never been this angry in her life.
She angrily walked to the door, pushing Lu Yan once more: "Goodbye, farewell, tonight even if I have to jump off this building, I won’t sleep with you, only a dog would sleep with you!"
"Outside there are plenty who like me, none like you."
No one gives her any leeway.
Lu Yan: "...??!"
He was a bit doubtful of his own ears, what?!
Break up?!
He gritted his teeth, dragged her back, pressing her against the wall.
Song Nuan startled, wanting to push him away, but he didn’t budge.
Close proximity, they could hear each other’s breath.
"Break up?" Lu Yan lowered his voice, dangerously: "Say that again?"
Song Nuan turned her head away, not looking at his face, defiant: "I’ll say it a hundred times, just break up!"
Lu Yan squinted: "You treat me like trash? Dump me when you want, is that it?"
"Can’t even think about it."
Just today he let the team know, his image was already ruined, if tomorrow they knew he broke up, it’d be an even bigger ruin.
Besides, now he needed to prevent her from finding another boyfriend.
Song Nuan’s eyes were still wet: "You don’t even like me, what’s the point of being together?"
Lu Yan felt a breath stuck in his throat.
What liking or not liking, he had no concept of these things, having spent his life in the military, where did romantic notions come from?
"Then you tell me, what does it mean to like you, huh? Does sleeping with you mean I like you? Would that be enough?"