Chapter 38: The Chosen One

Lin Zhizhi stared blankly at Lu Yi as he walked toward her, her mind momentarily malfunctioning.

Damn. No matter what, this man truly lived up to the title of the Chosen One. Just look at those legs, that waist.

Lyrics suddenly floated into her mind:

“Brother’s legs are not just legs, they are the spring waters by the Seine.

Brother’s back is not just a back, it is the roses of Bulgaria.

Brother’s waist is not just a waist, it is the deadly curve of Sanlang.

Brother’s lips are not just lips, they are the clear waters beneath Anhe Bridge.”

By the time Lin Zhizhi snapped out of her daze, Lu Yi was already standing right in front of her.

He still maintained his usual cold and distant Male God aura, his brows slightly furrowed.

Hmph. Just because it’s a slight frown doesn’t mean I won’t notice.

Does Lu Yi even realize that always furrowing his brows will give him wrinkles? Hmm~ When he gets old, he’s probably going to turn into a wrinkled old man. The kind with wrinkles so deep they could trap a fly…

Having exerted a lot of effort earlier, Lin Zhizhi now completely relaxed. She lazily sat in her chair, unmoving. As a result, while her body remained still, her mind wandered freely, spinning off into all sorts of thoughts.

Lu Yi took a few quick steps forward, scanning Lin Zhizhi from head to toe. Seeing that her hair was only slightly messy and there were no visible injuries, he let out a faint sigh of relief. His furrowed brows gradually smoothed out.

But then, noticing the rowdy drunkards nearby, his brows knitted together again, this time carrying a chill.

Nothing had happened this time—but what if something had?

Lu Yi discreetly finished assessing Lin Zhizhi and told her to get up so they could leave. However, he soon realized that her clear, bright eyes were locked onto him, completely motionless. She sat there, as steady as a mountain.

Lu Yi found this behavior highly suspicious—was she injured somewhere?

Calling her name again, he leaned down slightly, concern flickering in his usually cold gaze. His hands gently grasped Lin Zhizhi’s shoulders, trying to check if she was hurt.

“Zhizhi? Zhizhi? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

Lu Yi’s low voice carried both confusion and worry.

Lin Zhizhi, completely overwhelmed by the impact of Lu Yi’s god-tier face, finally snapped back to reality.

In a soft voice, she replied: “Nope, I was just spacing out.”

“Really?” Lu Yi still didn’t quite believe her. His hands trailed down from Lin Zhizhi’s shoulders as he personally checked for any injuries, all while carefully observing her expression.

Lin Zhizhi looked at the man in front of her—his lips pressed into a thin line, his expression serious and focused. A warmth spread in her heart, and a bright, flower-like smile bloomed on her face. She smiled sweetly, raising her arms in an open gesture, hinting at a hug.

Just as Lu Yi was about to relax, he saw Lin Zhizhi reaching out to him with her delicate, fair hands. Her slender fingers were smooth and pale, the light pink of her neatly trimmed nails making them look even more beautiful.

Lu Yi’s dark eyes flickered slightly, and without hesitation, he naturally stepped forward, wrapping her in his arms. One hand rested gently on her shoulder, while the other lightly stroked her hair.

Lin Zhizhi nestled into Lu Yi’s embrace. The thin summer fabric made it easy for her to feel the firm muscles underneath—his abs were hard.

Her small hands itched to move, but then she remembered they were in a public place. She had no choice but to obediently wrap her arms around Lu Yi’s waist instead.

Despite his seemingly lean figure, his body was well-toned and impressively firm. His physique was well-maintained, strong yet not overwhelming. His tall frame radiated warmth and a sense of security.

Lu Yi naturally felt Lin Zhizhi’s little movements. His hand, which had been stroking her hair, paused briefly, but he quickly resumed, acting as if he hadn’t noticed anything. Only the faint redness at the tips of his ears betrayed him.

Since she couldn’t touch his abs, Lin Zhizhi resigned herself to curling up quietly in his arms. She enjoyed the gentle strokes against her hair, feeling as if time had momentarily stilled, the atmosphere warm and serene.

Just as she was about to close her eyes in contentment, she suddenly snapped them open.

Wait… When was the last time I washed my hair?

Lin Zhizhi’s brain immediately started racing.

Not far away, Zhou Tiantian stood holding a cup of warm water:  

…Seriously, how long do these two plan on hugging?