Lucas Quinn listened to the discussions of classmates passing by, looked at Charlotte Allison beside him, tilted his head, and asked, "Sister, which school are you from?"
Whenever he called her sister, his tone was always soft and gentle, like an innocent little puppy, easily making people feel tender-hearted.
"The School of Economics," Charlotte Allison replied.
"Sister is amazing." He praised without thinking and then asked innocently, "Can sister treat me to dinner?"
"Lower your head a bit first." Being called like that made her heart melt, and feeling a bit itchy, she asked him to lower his head, then patted his head through the hat earnestly, nodding, "Yes, you can."
Lucas Quinn chuckled softly, originally holding her hand and turning it in a small arc, his fingers sliding through hers, ten fingers tightly interlocking.
Charlotte Allison remembered the route to the school cafeteria and led him there.
