It’s Hers

Watching the Cayenne move out of sight, Ning Qing pulled back disappointedly. She sat by the side of the bed and looked at the two empty bowls on the table.

Maybe she had been alone for too long. She actually yearned for a stranger whose name she didn't even know.

She got up to wash the bowl and kept it in the cupboard. She heard a car honk. Ning Qing was stunned.

Just as she was stunned, there was another honk. She put down the chopsticks and came to the balcony. She looked down and saw the Cayenne that left had returned.

The handsome figure leaned against the car lazily as he put his left hand in his pocket with a paper bag in his right hand. He lifted his eyes to look at her. In the drizzle, his eyes were like murmuring brooks, so clear and bright.

Lu Shaoming lifted the corner of his lips gently and said, "Apply the scalding cream three times a day. There's also cold prevention medicine. Drink it with warm water before bed."

He wasn't loud but loud enough for her to hear. Ning Qing curled her index finger subconsciously and there was a thin layer of light twinkling in her beautiful eyes.

For the past three years, besides her mother, there was no other family member or friend that gave her such a feeling of being cared about. Hence, she couldn't help but smile.

She never expected that such an elegant man would be so gentle and caring.

Ning Qing just wanted to reply but there was flooded with a wave of embarrassment. The man parked his car below her bedroom, didn't he know that such an action triggered a lot of thoughts in people's minds?

Many men go after girls like that…

Before Ning Qing could reply, there were people shouting from each direction, "Hi, mister! Are you talking to me? I happened to scald my finger. Thank you for your cream."

"Hi, mister, look at me. I want to go after you. Can you give me your phone number?"

The smile on Ning Qing's face disappeared. She looked outside and saw that the windows of the entire hostel building were opened and there were many long-haired heads peering out.

Ning Qing was annoyed. Twenty-year-old girls couldn't resist a stable and charming older man. The man was simply a magnet. He was so attractive and eye-catching by just standing there.

She felt sour, as though she was sharing her favorite bear with the others. She was very upset.

Just as she was upset, the man downstairs left the paper bag on the raised flower bed. He lifted his right hand and waved goodbye. Ning Qing suddenly didn't feel like talking to him. She leaned against the wall and stood straight. She left him with a proud and cold back.

Lu Shaoming smiled and looked at the childish girl. He opened the car door. Then, the Cayenne really left.

Ning Qing remained in the posture for about one minute. Then, she heard the noisy girls voices again, "Let's go downstairs. Whoever gets the paper bag gets the man."

Ning Qing was unhappy. She gave the girls the comment that Lu Shaoming had for her, childish!

Then, the entire hostel building was bustling. The fastest girl ran next to the raised flower bed and extended her hand to block the people behind her.

But, where' the paper bag?

It's gone!

Just as everyone was confused, Ning Qing who was hiding at the turn panting tried to steady her breathing. She looked at the paper bag in her hand, it's hers.

Petty! Why run down the stairs when there's a shortcut? How dare they fight with her if they're so stupid?

Humph!