"Can I be your ninth girlfriend?"
The girl was shy and timid, her face flushed as if painted with rouge.
"You, you, you..." He stuttered for a while before he finally squeezed out a sentence, "Do you even know what a girlfriend is?"
He was the renowned school bully, unphased by any situation, but a single sentence from this girl had him soul-shaken, panicked, and tongue-tied.
Yet, the girl herself remained composed, "I know, my mom was my dad's girlfriend before they got married."
She looked at him with clear eyes, where black and white were distinct, straightforward and pure.
Xue Yonggan didn't even dare to look at her anymore, "You're only thirteen."
"Can't I be at thirteen? When my dad liked my mom, she was fourteen." She was still young, still naive, and so she asked him, "Can I be when I'm fourteen then?"
"No," his face was burning up, his mind felt overheated, and he didn't even know what he was saying anymore.
