Trap
1130 Words
But business was important, and after a brief moment of curiosity, the elevator had already arrived at the first floor.
After signing the documents and saying goodbye to the old president, Ruan An’an went downstairs. She had already forgotten the little incident while waiting for the elevator earlier and was planning to wander casually around the campus. Unexpectedly, when she turned a corner at the end of the corridor, just before exiting the teaching building, she accidentally ran into what appeared to be a flirtatious encounter.
Facing her was the braided girl from earlier—the one the big waves had said “was wearing makeup.”
The braided girl lifted her head, her expression stunned, cheeks flushed, obviously caught staring, and standing right in front of her was—
No doubt, the same “top-tier” guy a few people had tried to pick up before.
Though the guy had his back completely turned, Ruan An’an couldn’t help sneaking a glance at that figure as she passed by.
Once she looked, she couldn’t look away.
He was tall, dressed simply in a white shirt and black pants—an extremely ordinary outfit, yet somehow it highlighted an extraordinarily attractive body proportion.
The shoulder seams of the white shirt fit perfectly on his shoulders, his figure slim and tall.
Looking further down:
Though the shirt was loose, every gesture showed a slim waist. His legs, wrapped in the fabric, were long and straight, and his buttocks—
Really perky enough to whistle at.
Just this slightly turned back view was extremely pleasing to the eye.
Ruan An’an quickly stopped her terrible thoughts and withdrew her gaze.
They were all rational adults after all. No matter how curious, there was no way she would look at his face in such a clear attempt to get contact info.
But leaving aside everything else—just that figure… calling him “top-tier” was not an exaggeration.
When passing by him, Ruan An’an swore she only slowed down her pace a tiny bit.
After admiring the waist, legs, and butt one last time and retreating to the entrance of the teaching building, she suddenly heard a particularly clear and bright voice in the quietness.
“Sorry,” the person said, “I don’t add strangers on Instagram.”
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Because school officially started in two days, there weren’t many students on campus. Most were here early to pick up dorm keys or drop off luggage, scattered here and there along the campus avenue.
Two neat rows of big trees stood nearby, their green leaves still untouched by autumn colors. Ruan An’an looked around, wandering the campus, but her mind kept lingering on that excellent figure she had just seen. Unable to resist, she opened i********: and, holding her document folder in one hand, typed a message to Jiang Yi:
[Babe, I just met a super handsome guy at C University—slim waist, long legs, super perky butt TvT]
RuanAn’anAnRuan: [I’m back in business.jpg]
Jiang Yi replied quickly:
Jiang Yi (no ginger): [No pics, no Dior]
Ruan An’an replied:
RuanAn’anAnRuan: [Actually, someone just asked him for his Insta, so I haven’t seen his face yet]
She kept typing:
RuanAn’an: [But I think if I hang around a little longer, maybe he’s my “type”]
Just as she typed the letter “F” for the last word —
Suddenly, she felt a shadow fall over her; it seemed like someone was very close.
But by then, her momentum forward was unstoppable. She could only watch helplessly as she collided in a textbook “staged bump” manner. There was a soft thud from the impact, followed by the sound of her folder dropping to the floor.
She hit straight on. The impact was neither too big nor too small, but one thing was certain: the other person’s stance was rock solid from start to finish, not moving a bit, as if completely unaffected.
On the contrary, she felt clearly bounced back, involuntarily leaning back slightly.
It was only when her eyes caught the edge of the white shirt that she suddenly realized — oh wow, it was that guy with the super nice voice and that perky butt.
The handsome guy reacted extremely quickly. At the moment of impact, almost like a reflex, he reached out and grabbed her arm. After she regained her balance, he let go just as fast.
It all took only a few seconds.
Since she was looking down typing and hadn’t been watching the path, when she came to her senses, she hadn’t yet looked up but already began to apologise: “Sorry, you—”
Her words had been flowing smoothly.
But after seeing his face, she suddenly froze.
“It’s... okay...?”
And her voice grew softer.
The guy was very tall, so when he looked at her, he had to lower his eyelids slightly.
His eyelids were thin, eyelashes long and curled, the shape of his eyes both turned inward and outward, looking especially delicate. His hair was pure black, but his eye colour was lighter, and under the afternoon sunlight, it shone with a gentle, warm hue.
Though wearing a white shirt, his skin was distinctly pale and cool-toned. His jawline was graceful, his features sharp and handsome.
Like a finely painted masterpiece by the Creator, no more or less was acceptable.
As he breathed, Ruan An’an faintly smelled a clean, fresh scent.
Her folder had fallen just now, but before she moved, the man was already bending down, smoothly picking it up, and handing it back to her.
His hand holding the folder came into her sight.
His nails were neatly trimmed, fingers long and white, knuckles slender, with a delicate and beautiful wrist bone.
Even his hands were handsome.
Ruan An’an took back the folder and looked up again, “…thank you.”
“No problem,” said the handsome guy.
Still, that extremely pleasant voice, and up close, it seemed to carry a slight nasal tone, making his words sound a bit lazy.
Then he suddenly curled the corner of his lips and said, “Classmate, remember to watch where you’re going.”
Looking into his eyes so closely, Ruan An’an was stunned by the faint smile that flickered across his face, her mind going blank for a moment.
His voice was like clear spring water, and he was like a jade uncut.
Ruan An’an stared at him, feeling for the first time in over twenty years her heartbeat suddenly speed up—and keep accelerating.
That feeling was hard to describe—like a pebble dropped into a crystal-clear stream, or a clear sky after the rain.
Or to put it simply and bluntly:
She was in love.
- Writer
