The moment the sound rang out, Yu Wenzhou reacted instantly, pulling Yu Lan into his arms.
He instinctively raised a hand to cover Yu Lan's eyes and looked up toward the source of the sound.
His gaze met that of Shen Zueran, who stood tall and elegant in front of a bench, bathed in moonlight.
The aloof dean leisurely bent down to pick up a lab report that had "accidentally" fallen to the ground. The aristocratic upbringing he'd received since childhood made his every move appear graceful and pleasing to the eye, exuding a natural, dignified air.
Shen Zueran nonchalantly picked up the report, tapped it against his hand a couple of times to brush off the dust, and only then did he slowly part his lips. His cool voice echoed in the air:
"My apologies. I didn't do it on purpose."
"By the time I noticed, you were already…"
Shen Zueran didn't finish, leaving the rest unsaid.
But Yu Lan, sheltered in Yu Wenzhou's arms, was already blushing furiously.
