Those Sweet Times - Chapter 77 Part 1

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.



Those Sweet Times
Chapter 77 Part 1

Xiang Nuan and Lin Chuyan walked out of the quiet alley, holding hands with their fingers interlaced.

Lin Chuyan led Xiang Nuan under the sunlight and lifted his cell phone to take a picture of the shadow of their joined hands.

After taking the picture, he showed it to Xiang Nuan. Xiang Nuan pointed at his phone screen: “It’s broken.”

“En. It’s time to get a new one anyway.”

He sent this new picture to his friend circle. Then he seemed to sense that something wasn’t quite right. He lifted Xiang Nuan’s hand up and looked down at it.

It sure didn’t look right.

Her palm was reddish, with scrapes in some places, and her index finger was a little swollen as well.

“What happened?” Lin Chuyan furrowed his brows.

“It became like this after I dribbled for the entire class.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really.”

Yet he was hurting-- --his heart hurt.

Lin Chuyan pulled Xiang Nuan to sit down on a bench along the road and stretched her index finger for her.

Xiang Nuan’s index finger had become swollen because she used too much force and injured herself when the ball bounced back. It wasn’t a big deal and should recover in a few days.

Her hand was very soft. Lin Chuyan didn’t want to let go of it once he had touched it. He wrapped her hand inside his own palm and said: “Let me teach you later.”

“You know how to play?”

“I know a little.”

“Then have you signed up for the basketball tournament?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like training.”

Xiang Nuan understood; it was because he was-- --lazy.

Knowing that he was such a lazy person, Xiang Nuan worried about whether Lin Chuyan’s body was in shape or not. The men she saw this afternoon on the basketball court had a pretty well built body. She was vain like most girls and wanted her boyfriend to have a good figure.

Xiang Nuan pulled Lin Chuyan’s sleeve and looked at the muscles on his forearm. She even curiously pinched it.

Lin Chuyan didn’t know what was going on, but when Xiang Nuan pinched his muscles, he was tickled-- --not on his arm, but in his heart.

“What are you doing?”  Lin Chuyan was a little restless from the pinch.

“I’m just touching your muscles.” She was frank about it.

Lin Chuyan avoided her fingers and pulled down his sleeve. “Close your eyes.”

“What for?”

“Close your eyes. I promise I won’t kiss you.”

Curious, Xiang Nuan closed her eyes: “Are you going to do a magic trick for me?” She asked. Maybe he would bring out a flower or a rabbit, she thought, it always happened that way in TV dramas.

Lin Chuyan didn’t answer. He grabbed her hand and pulled it inside his t-shirt on his tummy.

Though he was prepared to have Xiang Nuan touch him, when her soft fingertips were on the skin of his stomach, Lin Chuyan couldn’t stop himself from taking a deep breath. His body tightened and even his heart quickened. He was only going to play a little prank on her, but didn’t expect to react so strongly.

Xiang Nuan moved her fingers, then realized what she was touching. She immediately pulled back her hand and opened her eyes to stare at Lin Chuyan.

Lin Chuyan looked downwards back at her. He subconsciously licked his lips and cleared his throat.

Then he asked: “Did you touch it?”

“Bad person.”

Lin Chuyan was amused by her feeble statement. “You’re the one who wanted to touch my muscles.” He said in a low voice.

“I didn’t say that I wanted to see your tummy.”

“That’s called abdominal muscles……” Xiang Nuan moved away from him a little. Lin Chuyan followed and asked again with a low voice: “Did you touch it?”

“No!”

“I’ll give you one more chance.”

“Go away……”

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.