Dai Anni looked at me in confusion. Maybe she didn't understand what I meant because she was nervous.
"I mean, you can wear my shirt and go back. Anyway, it's dark and no one will notice." Although the method was a bit embarrassing, I was more afraid of seeing a girl cry in front of me.
As soon as I finished speaking, Dai Anni was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head, hesitating.
She must be looking down on me. After all, she was the famous "Senior Sister Dai" in the whole school.
"Why are you still hesitating? Do you really want to walk back like this? Hurry up and change into my shirt." I always help beautiful girls to the end.
"Ah?! Then... what about you?" Dai Anni looked at me with her watery eyes, making me feel a bit uncomfortable.
"I'm a grown man. What am I afraid of being shirtless? Don't worry about me for now. Hurry up and find a secluded place to change your clothes."
Without giving her much time to think, I grabbed Dai Anni's hand and ran towards a small alley. Her little hand was so soft that I didn't even want to hold it too tightly.
Once we were in the alley, I quickly took off my shirt and handed it to her, telling her to change quickly. Then I turned around to leave.
"Hey, don't go. It's too dark here. I'm scared. Just turn around and stand there. Don't peek at me!" Although I couldn't see her expression, I could tell from her tone that she was both scared and shy.
I didn't say anything more and just turned around to show my innocence.
But inside, I was as excited as a herd of wild horses running wild. You ask me to stay but not to be a rascal. Isn't that an insult to the word "rascal"? As the saying goes, love what you do. I've always had respect and love for the "rascal" profession.
In the quiet alley, there came the rustling sound of clothes being changed, which made my heart itch. Only then did I realize that this kind of sound could be so alluring. I swallowed hard and rubbed my hands together uneasily.
I just couldn't stand this tantalizing feeling. I decided that even if she beat me to death with her fists, I couldn't suffocate myself.
Slowly, I turned my head slightly to the side and strained my eyes backward. Finally, a snow-white body came into view. What a beautiful scene of a beauty changing clothes!
In the dim alley, Dai Anni's fair and tender body looked especially striking. Maybe it was because of her dancing training. Her upper body was petite and her legs were long. Judging by sight, she was at least a C-cup. God really favored her, giving her a goddess-like face and a devilish figure. I was sighing inwardly about Dai Anni's figure.
Not wanting to be caught, I took a few glances and then turned my head back. In less than a minute, Dai Anni was standing in front of me wearing my shirt.
The dim yellow light couldn't hide the blush on her face. She looked really cute when she was shy. Her face was small, and when she was shy, she looked like a little sister who had done something wrong, making people feel affectionate.
"Your shirt is too big. It's almost falling off." Dai Anni covered the snow-white area on her chest with her hand. It wasn't my shirt's fault that it was big. It was clearly because your cleavage was too deep.
They say that when a woman wears a man's clothes, she has a unique kind of beauty. At this moment, Dai Anni was wearing my oversized T-shirt, and her petite figure looked lazy and hazy. I was amazed by this unique beauty.
"The clothes are too dirty. Please throw them away for me. Thank you just now." I guessed that it was the first time she had worn a man's clothes because she kept her head down and didn't dare to look at me directly.
I took her clothes and told her to go back and take a bath quickly. She nodded in agreement and ran away in a hurry.
I watched her disappearing figure, lingering on the fragrance of the goddess.
"Hey! What's your name?" Dai Anni suddenly turned around and asked me.
"Lin Xiaonuan."
It wasn't until later that I found out that on that night, when Dai Anni saw the pack of tissues and then saw me tightly covering my nose, she remembered hitting me until my nose bled during the day. She called me out originally just to ask how my nose was. But when she turned around, she saw my idiotic expression with saliva almost dripping out, which made her so angry that she didn't want to say a single nice word to me and didn't even want to give me the tissues.
I walked back to the food stall shirtless, holding the goddess's T-shirt. I had met Dai Anni twice today, but sacrificed two pieces of clothing because of her. One got stained with blood, and the other was given away.
As soon as I sat down, the three guys looked at me with surprised eyes because the temperature wasn't high enough to take off clothes yet.
"I can't hold my liquor. I accidentally vomited on my clothes just now, so I took it off." Fortunately, both Dai Anni's clothes and mine were white. I held them in my hand, and there was no visible difference.
"Brother Xiaonuan, you have a nice body. There's a scar on your chest."
I gave a sly laugh: "This scar has a story. Back in the day, I was also in the underworld, following the big brother, fighting and killing. Now that I'm old and have retired from the underworld, I'll tell you about the legends I left in the underworld."
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In the following week, life got on track. Xiaopang was also obedient and didn't come to the coffee shop to see Zhang Xuanxuan again.
I gradually got familiar with the work. Besides cooperating with Xuanxuan to manage the coffee shop, I also asked Xiaopang to buy me a second-hand bicycle, which was convenient for my takeout delivery work. This additional job was quite nice. I could always take the opportunity of delivering takeout to slack off and stroll around the campus.
College life is so rich.
People are chatting about love under the trees, expressing their feelings by the lake, drinking together in front of the window, and making love in the hotel.
There are couples everywhere, showing off their love in various ways. If you think you're tough enough to be single, then come and visit Beihai University.
Most of the customers in the coffee shop are students here. Occasionally, office workers and high-level white-collar workers also come. After my long-term observation, there are mostly beautiful girls. I'm not doing this to be a rascal. It's purely for the sake of the shop, to understand the customers' consumption habits and observe their every move.
For example, every morning at nine o'clock, four graceful dance majors will come and sit for half an hour, drinking coffee and having some desserts while gossiping about the handsome guys in the school. At noon, although it's crowded, I remember a little lolita because she loves sweet foods so much that she never drinks coffee. At one o'clock in the afternoon sharp, a classical beauty will come and read quietly.
I don't just remember these beautiful girls. Every afternoon at two ten, a handsome guy will show up on time. He comes to taste the signature dessert, mango mousse, which is delivered precisely at two ten. I remember him because he's so damn handsome. Every time he comes, the girls around him will look at him with adoration. The bolder ones will even go up to chat with him. The handsome guy handles it with ease. It seems that he doesn't lack girlfriends usually. The part-time students in the shop said that this handsome guy is a rich second-generation and is chasing a school beauty. Facing this standard rich, handsome guy, I think the school beauty's defenses won't last long.
The one who attracts my attention the most is this classical beauty. Because her appearance is no less than that of Dai Anni.
She always sits quietly in the corner reading. Her skin is as white as snow, even lacking a bit of color, but she prefers white outfits. She has a pair of almond-shaped eyes like autumn waters, looking charming and delicate. Her eyebrows are like willow leaves, paired with a delicate oval face. She is elegant and otherworldly, like a fairy in a painting, exuding a classical charm that seems detached from the mortal world. Charm is something that can't be seen or faked, especially this kind of classical charm that you only see in books. If she were dressed in ancient costumes, I would believe that she had traveled through time.
Beautiful girls always attract my close observation. In "Ode to the Lecherous Dengtuzi", classical beauties were described like this: eyebrows like emerald feathers, skin like white snow, waist like a tied silk ribbon, lips like shells.
No wonder he was the ancestor of rascals. The description was so accurate.
Every afternoon at one o'clock, she will always show up on time, order a cup of coffee and sit in the corner. Sometimes she reads classical poetry, sometimes musical scores. Occasionally, she will write a few lines in her notebook. I peeked at the cover of her notebook when she wasn't there.
How many dreams in my youth? Playing the Jiangnan melody alone. Waiting for you to return at night, pouring out my heart in one summer.
A few lines of elegant writing, with her name Xia Xinyu written at the end. This beauty is quite talented. She even wrote a poem for her own name.
Xia Xinyu? On that night at the food stall, it seemed that Xiaopang's roommate had mentioned this name. So she is also a well-known beauty in the school.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, there aren't too many people in the shop, and this time is relatively quiet, suitable for reading. The time when Xia Xinyu leaves isn't fixed. Sometimes she leaves after half an hour, and sometimes she stays until evening.
On Saturday morning, I arrived at the coffee shop early. Weekends are the busiest time for the coffee shop. The Western-style breakfast in the shop is delicate and not greasy, and is very popular among female students. So most of the customers in the morning are girls.
On weekends, students are on break. Not only are there many customers in the shop, but also takeout orders keep coming in one after another.