121: High Cold School Prince Forced Love 5

Rainwater dripped from the eaves of the administration building, tapping a rhythmic sound on the windowsill.

Inside the Student Union office, the warm yellow light cast the shadows of the two people on the wall, intertwining into an ambiguous silhouette.

Shen Mo put down his red pen, his eyes behind his glasses narrowing slightly.

Wen Ci was too close, so close that he could count the number of her eyelashes and smell the faint gardenia scent in her hair.

"You're welcome," he said in a low voice, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the red pen. "This is the Student Union's duty."

Wen Ci tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips: "Does Mr. Shen treat every failing student with such... attentiveness?"

Shen Mo's Adam's apple bobbed.

He took off his glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with his shirt cuff, a movement that allowed him to briefly avoid Wen Ci's direct gaze.

"Only you," he finally said, his voice so soft it was almost drowned out by the rain.

Wen Ci's eyes lit up. She was about to say something when the office door suddenly opened.

"Shen Mo, next week's club budget..." The Student Union Vice President stood at the door, holding a stack of documents, and visibly paused when he saw the scene inside. "Uh, am I interrupting?"

Shen Mo's expression instantly darkened.

He put his glasses back on, the cold light reflecting off the lenses concealing his displeasure: "Leave the budget on the table, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Zhao Ming wisely put down the documents, and couldn't help but glance at Wen Ci twice as he left.

When did this transfer student become so close with Shen Mo? The whole school knew that Shen Mo hated being disturbed while he was working.

After the door closed, silence once again fell in the room.

Wen Ci looked at her watch and exclaimed, "Ah, it's already half past seven! My mom must be worried."

She hastily packed her schoolbag, and in her movements, a strand of hair got caught on a button.

"Hiss--" she gasped softly, trying to untangle it but only making it tighter.

Shen Mo stood up and walked over to her: "Don't move."

His fingers skillfully picked at the strand of hair, his fingertips occasionally brushing against Wen Ci's earlobe.

Wen Ci could feel his breath on her, warm and moist.

"Done," Shen Mo released his hand, and the freed strand of hair slipped from his fingers.

Wen Ci looked up and smiled at him: "Thank you, Shen Mo. You're always so... reliable."

Shen Mo didn't respond to the compliment, he just picked up the umbrella hanging by the door: "I'll walk you home."

"No need, the rain has eased, I'll go by myself..."

"This is a Student Union regulation," Shen Mo interrupted her, his voice brooking no argument. "Late-returning students must be escorted by a Student Union member."

Wen Ci blinked: "Is there really such a regulation?"

Shen Mo had already opened the door, the hallway light shining from behind him, casting a long shadow on the ground: "There is now."

The air after the rain carried the freshness of earth.

Streetlights cast swaying reflections in the puddles, and their footsteps were especially clear in the quiet campus.

Wen Ci walked beside Shen Mo, deliberately stepping into several puddles, splashing water onto Shen Mo's spotless school uniform trousers.

"Sorry!" she said, but her eyes sparkled with the triumph of a prank.

Shen Mo stopped walking. He turned to look at Wen Ci, his gaze ambiguous under the streetlight.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Wen Ci's wrist, the force not heavy but absolutely unshakeable.

"You like playing in the water very much?" he asked in a low voice, his thumb unconsciously caressing the soft skin on Wen Ci's inner wrist.

Wen Ci didn't struggle; instead, she took a step forward, shortening the distance between them: "Is Student Shen going to punish me?"

Shen Mo's breathing visibly hitched for a moment.

He let go of her hand and took half a step back: "...Be careful not to catch a cold."

Wen Ci let out a giggle: "Shen Mo, you're sometimes really cute."

Shen Mo frowned.

Cute? No one had ever used that word to describe him. Fearsome, aloof, unapproachable – those were the evaluations he was familiar with.

"Where do you live?" he changed the subject, his voice returning to its usual indifference.

"Just that complex ahead, a five-minute walk," Wen Ci pointed to an apartment building not far away. "But dropping me here is fine; my mom doesn't like to see me coming home with boys."