Chapter 47: Do you like her?

  Dad and Mom become fake adults

  Hehe! Is that so? I've also heard of her before. Ling Xiang frankly said, "Am I really that famous?"

  "Th-that... you? We... can be friends?" Mo Lin's hand was still suspended in mid-air, but she had completely forgotten about it!

  "Hehe! Sorry!" Ling Xiang finally reached out her hand and accepted Mo Lin's kind intention.

  He held her hand, with a sense of spiritual connection, feeling strange, unable to describe what was so strange about it, but mostly a sense of closeness.

  Similarly, holding his hand, she also had the same feeling as him, feeling that this boy in front of her was very close to her, close like a family member.

  The two of them stared at each other as if no one else existed, yet they attracted the attention of passersby.

  When Zhang Ruoran saw Mo Lin's eyes filled with deep emotions, gazing deeply at the girl in front of him, she had a bad premonition that arose spontaneously.

  "Lin! You and her...?" Zhang Ruo Ran walked over, with a light step, soft voice, friendly face, and warm smile.

  "Ah!" At this moment, the two of them suddenly realized and withdrew their hands. Mo Lin spoke up, pointing at Zhang Ruoxi and introducing her to Ling Xiang: "Her name is Ruo Xi, she's like my half-sister; and she's Ling Xiang, the vice-president of Huafeng Academy. If it's not too much trouble for Ling Xiang, we can all be friends from now on!"

  Hehe! Ling Xiang smiled lightly, her smile gentle and modest. She extended her hand to shake Zhang Ruoran's, "Hello!"

  "Ah... okay!" Zhang Ruo's response was somewhat distracted, her gaze fixed on Mo Lin, and she couldn't help but feel that he had a deep affection for this girl named Ling Xiang.

  He looked at her with such deep affection and single-mindedness, his Mo Lin, how could he... fall for another girl so quickly?

  She also said she was his sister, how could he be like this, how could he...

  "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave! You two chat!" Ling Xiang's face was warm and gentle, she smiled lightly and greeted the two of them in a friendly manner before walking away with long strides.

  As he gazed at her back, he seemed to lose his soul again, provoking Zhang Ruoran beside him into extreme anger and bewilderment.

  "Is she really that good-looking?" She turned her head away in anger, a inexplicable sourness rising up inside her, making her feel even more lost and wronged.

  Mo Lin finally came to his senses, a gentle smile on his face, and with a refined elegance, he reached out to stroke Zhang Ruo's arm, his eyes exuding an extraordinary aura.

  "What's wrong? Did someone make you angry?" His voice came out in a beautiful melody, light and charming around her, he really looked like an older brother, doting on her.

  "Do you like that girl from just now?" She raised her head and gazed at him, with a sorrowful sadness in the corners of her eyes.

  Mo Lin slowly released his hand, his gaze drifting into the distance, and said with deep meaning: "She's special, I can't quite put my finger on what makes her so special... it feels like we've known each other for a long time..."

  "So you like her, don't you?" Her voice had a melancholic tone, soft yet piercing his heart.

  "Really!" He turned around and looked at her tearful face, his heart aching, "We..."

  We...

  He was at a loss for words and didn't know how to explain to her the inexplicable flutter in his heart.