A faint smile played on Lu Xuan's lips as he politely asked, "Student, may I help you up?"
Luo Xiaoran was slightly startled, her large, watery eyes blinked as she looked at Lu Xuan, and a thin mist quickly gathered in her eyes, as if tears were about to fall the next second. Her voice trembled with a pitiful charm.
"It's...it's nothing, Student, thank you so much." Her delicate and boneless appearance would evoke sympathy in anyone who saw her.
He smiled faintly, extended his hand, and gently placed it on Luo Xiaoran's arm. With a slight pull, he helped her up from the ground.
Her touch was delicate and soft, and the sensation was indeed pleasant.
"Oh!" Luo Xiaoran had just stabilized herself when she let out another soft cry, as if an unbearable sharp pain came from her ankle.
She tentatively took a small step, and her body immediately swayed exaggeratedly, almost falling again. She hissed, "Ah, it hurts so much, it hurts!"
This time, the tears truly fell, large drops rolling down her delicate cheeks, like pear blossoms after rain, evoking pity.
She looked at Lu Xuan helplessly: "Student, I...I really can't walk anymore."
Seeing this, Lu Xuan's face appropriately showed a look of concern. He steadied her again and said gently, "Student, I see your injury is quite serious. You should go to the school hospital first, so you don't delay it."
"No way,"
Luo Xiaoran shook her head anxiously, pointing to the scattered documents on the ground.
"Student, I have a very important form here that must be submitted to the Academic Affairs Office immediately, otherwise...otherwise, it will be too late to apply for the scholarship."
She bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with helplessness and pleading, as if missing this form would make her life dark.
"How about this, Student," she seemed to have made a great decision, a unnatural blush appeared on her cheeks, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz.
"Could you...could you carry me? And then...then take me to the Academic Affairs Office, okay?"
Her tear-filled eyes looked at Lu Xuan timidly, like a frightened little rabbit waiting for rescue.
Lu Xuan readily agreed: "No problem! Helping others is a fine tradition of our contemporary university Students!"
Before he finished speaking, he quickly bent down, his left hand firmly supporting Luo Xiaoran's bent legs, and his right arm wrapped around her slender waist. With a standard bridal carry, he lifted her horizontally.
The body in his arms was soft and fragrant, but with a barely perceptible stiffness.
However, just as Lu Xuan picked up Luo Xiaoran and was about to take a step, Luo Xiaoran in his arms suddenly exploded!
"Ah--! Student! What...what are you doing! Let go of me!"
Luo Xiaoran let out a sharp shriek, loud enough to penetrate half the campus.
Her originally pitiful expression instantly turned to one of extreme terror, as if Lu Xuan was some kind of monstrous beast.
"Calm down! Student! This is illegal! This is hooliganism! This is a crime!"
She pressed her hands against Lu Xuan's chest, seemingly pushing him away with force, but the force was light, more like a caress of feigned resistance.
It was just that the expression on her face was extremely exaggerated, her eyes wide open, filled with "humiliation" and "anger."
Immediately after, an even more dramatic scene occurred.
Luo Xiaoran's tears poured out like a floodgate had opened, crying hoarsely: "Student, I beg you, let me go! Woo woo woo... How can you do such a thing in broad daylight... I just asked you to take me to the Academic Affairs Office, how can you... how can you do this to me..."
These successive, rapidly escalating changes made even Lu Xuan raise an eyebrow slightly.
He stopped, looked down at Luo Xiaoran, who was "performing" with extreme dedication in his arms, and found it somewhat amusing.
This little girl plays her tricks quite well, trying to extort money from me?
"Student," Lu Xuan's voice remained calm, even with a hint of playfulness, "What do you mean by this? Didn't you ask me to carry you?"
"What do you mean I asked you to carry me?!" Luo Xiaoran sounded as if she had heard a monstrous slander, her voice suddenly rising, with a crying tone, yet every word was clear.
"Student, even...even if you are attracted to my beauty, you can't force me with such despicable means! I...I'm not that kind of casual girl! I beg you, let me go! Otherwise, I'll call for help!"
Lu Xuan's lips curved into a playful arc, and without further ado, he steadily placed her on the ground.
As soon as Luo Xiaoran's feet touched the ground, her ankle, which had just been "too painful to walk," instantly returned to normal. She stood there steadily, without any sign of a sprained ankle.
She even subconsciously adjusted her posture, afraid that others wouldn't see her "strength" after being "humiliated."
This wasn't over yet.
Luo Xiaoran's subsequent actions made Lu Xuan feel that the Oscars owed her a statuette.
She took a deep breath, an expression of "grief and indignation" on her face, and then grabbed the collar of her chiffon shirt at her chest—
"Rip!"
A crisp sound of tearing fabric rang out.
Luo Xiaoran actually tore a large opening in the collar of her top, revealing the edge of her light-colored underwear and a larger expanse of fair skin underneath.
Her actions were so decisive, and her expression so on point, as if she had truly suffered some inhuman treatment and was now about to die to prove her innocence and expose the atrocity.
After doing all this, she staggered back two steps, one hand covering her torn collar, the other trembling as she pointed at Lu Xuan, her voice shrill: "You...you beast! Hooligan!"
By the tree-lined path, a few scattered Students passing by had already been attracted by the commotion and were curiously looking over.
