"You Ruran invited me to her house for dinner!" Xiao Xichen stood with his arms akimbo, his face brimming with pride.
Shi Nianchu's eyes held an unfathomable depth, "So your relationship with her... is that good."
Slender, fair fingers handed a bag to Cheng Youran, from which a strong scent of Chinese herbs wafted.
Cheng Youran accepted it, "Thank you, Uncle."
Shi Nianchu said indifferently, "I'm leaving." As he spoke, he glanced at Xiao Xichen's bare upper body and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
That look a man gives a boy made Xiao Xichen particularly uncomfortable.
"Teacher, I heard from You Ruran that you're very skilled. Can I challenge you?" The young and spirited boy laid down the gauntlet.
Shi Nianchu watched him for a few seconds and smiled, "Sure."
...
The opening hours of the Martial Arts Hall ended, and in the vast space, only Xiao Xichen and Shi Nianchu remained.
