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Feeling the softness heaving against his chest and the slickness between their lips, Leng Xuan himself felt his face flush with heat, finding the little miss in his arms as soft as a cotton ball. The delicate fragrance emitting from the young girl further added to his bewilderment. Therefore, after only a single kiss, he quickly released her and turned his head away, not daring to look at Zhou Li again.
For a moment, the entire Class 3-2 was dead silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. After a pause, someone actually started clapping, but the applause ceased abruptly under Huang Xiaojun’s sweeping gaze.
Struggling to control his emotions, Leng Xuan finally turned to look at Huang Xiaojun and said distantly, "Now, you believe it, don’t you?"
Huang Xiaojun was nearly consumed by rage, but the moment he locked eyes with Leng Xuan’s terrifying gaze, the fire died down, and he managed a strained smile, unable to utter a word.
Standing beside Zhou Li, Leng Xuan felt extremely awkward. He coughed lightly and said to Zhou Li, "I’m going back. If he dares to bother you again, just give me a call." With that, he left.
No sooner had he stepped outside the classroom than Leng Xuan saw two figures quickly disappearing at the stairwell. At first glance, they seemed so familiar.
Returning to his class, Leng Xuan confirmed that the two guys were Zhao Xiaotian and Jack. When he entered the classroom, he caught the peculiar looks from many classmates, some of whom were muttering, "Who does he think he is, flirting with Mengzhu and still messing with another girl? Poor Mengzhu..."
Slightly frowning, Leng Xuan guessed that Zhao Xiaotian and Jack must have been tailing him all along. His recent spectacle in Class 3-4 had probably already been spread by these loose-lipped guys to his own class. The thought irked him greatly, and he shot Zhao Xiaotian a glare. However, far from feeling intimidated, Zhao Xiaotian looked smug, probably proud to have such a ladies’ man as his Boss.
Suddenly, Leng Xuan noticed that Li Mengjie was giving him a resentful glare as if completely bewildered by him.
Touching his nose, Leng Xuan returned to his seat, aware that many were still discussing him and sharing their sympathy for Mengzhu. He felt a real mix of emotions inside, reflecting that being the good guy was not as easy as it seemed!
All afternoon, Li Mengjie didn’t glance at Leng Xuan again, her anger growing the more she thought about it. What kind of person was he, becoming so popular after just two days at school? First there was Su Yurou, and now Zhou Li. Although Zhou Li wasn’t ranked among the top four beauties, her reputation was known to Li Mengjie. Not only was Zhou Li beautiful, but she also ranked first or second in every exam. She had heard that Zhou Li’s beauty was no less than those famous four, just that she preferred a low profile and didn’t dress up, and that was why she didn’t attract as much attention.
She just couldn’t understand why the school’s beauties seemed to have gone blind—why did they all like Leng Xuan? What was so good about him? He had no family background to speak of, and his looks...
Remembering Leng Xuan’s face, Li Mengjie found herself at a loss for words. After all, the guy was indeed quite handsome, especially up close. If he were to change his hairstyle and dress a bit better, he might even rival the legendary Three Young Masters, right?