FLWS 69

Chapter – 69

I’ll Be Your Widow

“Who told you to keep acting like a little turtle? If I didn’t do that, would you have admitted you like me so quickly?” Lu Li chuckled, his voice low and husky.

Mu Wanwan suddenly understood. She felt a bit excited, a bit pleased, and also a bit annoyed. “You did it on purpose?”

He admitted openly, “Mm.”

“Then—what about that love letter?”

“I saw you walking away, so I just handed it to Huo Zheng.”

“Really?”

“If you don’t believe me, you can go ask him.”

Mu Wanwan pressed her lips together and fell silent.

Lu Li braced his arms against the wall, closing in step by step. “Little Dummy Mu, your answer?”

The red string given by the matchmaker—of course it needed to be tied into a dead knot.

Mu Wanwan pouted. “You never even chased me.”

Lu Li’s lips curled, his deep laughter brushing past her ears. “I’ll return that sentence to you.”

His large hand paused. He lowered his eyes to her, a faint light flickering deep within. “Be my widow? Planning to cling to me for life, hm?”

Seeing her clothes soaked through, Lu Li grabbed a towel from the sofa and roughly rubbed her hair dry. “You’re going to be the death of me sooner or later.”

After all this, she still had the nerve to turn the tables.

Mu Wanwan didn’t act shy. Her eyes sparkled with laughter. “I really do plan on it. So, if you want to back out, now’s your chance. Once you become my boyfriend, you won’t be able to escape.”

Lu Li felt so angry he could see smoke. He flicked her forehead with his knuckle. “Mu Wanwan, you think I’m that free? Who else has ever gotten this kind of treatment besides you?”

Mu Wanwan was truly incredible—she even made Lu Li blurt out the words “your period.”

The two looked at each other and laughed. Mu Wanwan rose on her toes, brushing her forehead against his jawline, her clear laughter spilling from her rosy lips.

She grinned mischievously. “Of course you’ve been chased. Didn’t I rush over the moment I heard you were hurt? I got drenched head to toe.”

“What?” she said, pretending to be clueless as her face burned.

“Hello, my dear boyfriend!”

He declared domineeringly, “Be my girlfriend.”

She smiled foolishly at him. Lu Li snorted lightly. “Do you even have a conscience?”

Her eyes curved into crescents as she suddenly threw herself into his arms. “Don’t worry. If you die from anger, I’ll be your widow.”

Mu Wanwan tilted her head up, mischief flashing in her eyes. “But you’ve never chased me. If I say yes, wouldn’t I be getting the short end of the stick?”

She had clearly been the one chasing him—Qiao Le and Huo Zheng both knew it. He was the only blind one, a total steel-straight man.

Mu Wanwan felt guilty from his words. She shrank her neck and gave an awkward laugh. “If you don’t say it, how am I supposed to know all that was you chasing me?”

“The breakfast I bought every morning—who ate that? During PE, when you couldn’t walk after running, who carried you? After school, whose bike did you ride home? Your math is terrible—who tutored you? And even that time you were on your period—who went to buy pads for you?” Lu Li asked in a dangerously low voice.

“You’re sure I wasn’t chasing you?”

His gaze darkened, his magnetic voice filled with warning.

Mu Wanwan thought seriously for a moment—and realized everything he said was true.

“Little troublemaker!” Lu Li wrapped one arm around her and flicked her nose with his free hand. “Are you staying on as our basketball club’s assistant or not?”

“Nope.” Mu Wanwan grinned slyly.

“Why not?”

She grabbed his cheeks with both hands, mischievously pinching them. “Because I’m going to be your little follower. That way other girls won’t try giving you love letters again.”