Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

Seeing that Ranmo was still hesitant, Qingsheng said, "If it really doesn't work out, I can also find a place in your school, go to school with you, do homework with you, and protect you."

Ran Mo was shocked when he heard this. He said to himself, if you had come earlier, you wouldn't have to endure all that anger.

Seeing her expression change, Qingsheng stopped trying to comfort her and instead hugged her, saying, "I don't care. I'll go wherever you go. Since God has brought us together, no one can escape. No one can be lazy. Never give up halfway."

Ran Mo sighed inwardly. Originally, he just wanted to tease him, but he didn't expect it to involve so many emotional entanglements.

She raised her head and shouted back, "You still accuse me of being lazy. Let me ask you, have you been practicing diligently these days? Have you taken your father's teachings to heart?"

Qingsheng was stunned for a moment and muttered, "Of course not, I practiced at Young Master Wu's house."

"Hmph, I'm afraid you've been focusing all your attention on poetry and songs these days, haven't you?"

Qingsheng blushed and lowered his head, saying, "I just want you to see how I perform."

Without waiting for Ran Mo to reply, he looked around and found a clearing next to a wall covered in purple wisteria flowers. He clasped his fists towards Ran Mo and said, "I'll start practicing right away and show it to Brother Yun!"

With that, he leaped forward and began practicing the punches and kicks his teacher had taught him. His movements were exquisite, powerful, and vigorous. Even the drooping flower spikes behind him trembled slightly.

Ranmo was stunned. After Qingsheng finished practicing a set of boxing techniques, he ran over to Ranmo and pulled her over, wanting to teach her some boxing techniques to practice with him.

Ranmo tried to refuse, but Qingsheng refused. Unconvinced, Ranmo said, "You know martial arts, and I also know how to dance. I can show you how to do it."

Qing Sheng was stunned. "You know martial arts too? That's great. Let's spar together. You might as well teach me a few moves."

"Each school has different techniques, so you just need to learn your own. Besides, my dancing skills are too soft and not suitable for you to learn." Ran Mo said with a smile.

Without waiting for Qingsheng to ask again, Ranmo walked to the flower wall and performed a dance with ease and grace. She had studied classical dance for a while. Many of the movements were a blend of strength and softness, graceful and elegant, truly combining the characteristics of dance and martial arts.

The movements she demonstrated, such as standing on one leg, scorpion tail swing, and spinning to pick up flowers, required a certain level of skill. The "Drunken Concubine" (this was the name given to it by Ran Mo) seemed to be swaying as if she was drunk but about to fall, and her steps were supported by the strength of her feet, which was somewhat similar to the drunken boxing in martial arts.

By the time she'd finished her routine and executed a beautiful closing move, breathless and composed, Qingsheng had already been watching, stunned. Although he was familiar with classic moves like "White Crane Spreads Its Wings" and "Immortal Pointing the Way," he wasn't sure he could master Ranmo's style.

Seeing that the man was a little dazed, Ran Mo smiled and said, "Although each school has different methods, it does not prevent us from practicing together. You practice your martial arts, and I dance mine, or we can even practice at the same time." Ran Mo was still thinking about finding a sword one day and performing a sword dance that would be even more charming.

"That's a great suggestion. Let's review the moves we made earlier."

The two stood, one on each side of the flower wall. Qingsheng practiced boxing there, Ranmo danced here. They didn't interfere with each other, yet there was a tacit understanding. To further coordinate, Ranmo even hummed a piece of music. Qingsheng's martial arts moves actually matched the melody.

But beside the flower wall, you fight and I dance, one hard and one soft, seemingly dazzling but still orderly, forming a strange, wonderful and dynamic picture of dancing among flowers.

After practicing a few times, both of them were already hot all over, and Ran Mo was sweating profusely. They sat down to rest for a while.

Qingsheng was in high spirits. He turned to look at Ranmo and smiled without saying a word.

Ran Mo felt embarrassed by his gaze and said, "Let's go back later."

Qingsheng didn't answer, but said, "If you're tired, I can carry you back later."

Ranmo didn't take it as a joke. She recalled the times when she was little, cradling herself on her mother's back, even riding on her neck, to go to the theater. She was quite heavy then, and her mother's frail frame couldn't quite carry her. She often fell asleep on her mother's back.

She also really wanted to lie on a man's broad back. It must be very comfortable and would not tire her mother. Now, if there really was such a man who asked her to lie on his back, she was really eager to try it.

Suddenly, she thought of something else, her face turned red, and she didn't dare to think about it.

Seeing that she remained silent, Qingsheng suggested, "It's okay if you don't want to carry me. I can still hold you."

After saying that, he stood up, stood firmly in the middle, and spread his arms, making a gesture as if to embrace her, and said with a bright smile: "Come, little beauty."

Ran Mo couldn't help but be surprised. Who did he learn this from? Was he going to give her a princess hug?

She loved it, too. She longed for someone to hold her and pamper her like this, but it was a shame she never got what she wanted. It wasn't that others were indifferent, it was just that her appetite had increased significantly at the time, and she probably would have stumbled or even collapsed if anyone held her.

This guy is quite strong now. Why not give it a try? Just give it a try! Otherwise, it's like going to the mall. You finally come here, but you just look and touch things without buying anything. What's the point?

Besides, she is now dressed as a boy, so just treat her like an older brother holding his younger brother. If you miss it, it will be gone.

Thinking of this, she said generously: "If you dare to hug me, I dare to let you hug me!"

I thought she'd hesitate, but Qing Sheng, like a decree, came over and lifted her up. His strength was immense, and carrying her effortlessly was effortless. He spun her in circles, leaving her feeling like she was flying, lost in a dizzying bliss.

Ran Mo finally regained consciousness, but his heart was beating unbearably, so he shouted for Qingsheng to stop.

Qingsheng was thinking that he had finally picked up his porcelain doll-like brother, so he was not willing to let go easily.

After the two of them circled several times, Qingsheng finally stopped. He didn't put her down, but instead held her and sat down on the bluestone bench beside him, their bodies coming into closer contact.

Ran Mo shyly buried her head in his chest. A masculine scent washed over her. She dared not breathe, nearly fainting again.

Qingsheng leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Call me brother." Ran Mo buried his face in his gravelly voice and shook his head, "No."

Qingsheng smiled and said, "Even if I don't call you that, you're still my little brother." Ranmo took a breath and replied in a hard voice, "Don't call me that. Little brother isn't exactly a nice word." Qingsheng was stunned for a moment and said, "Then I'll call you little brother."

Ran Mo almost choked. He simply stopped talking and leaned on the man's chest, closing his eyes and taking a nap.

Qingsheng silently rested the tip of his chin on her hair, breathing in the faint body fragrance emanating from the person in his arms.

The sun was warm. Birds chirped and flowers bloomed. Time flowed slowly. Two people embraced each other, neither wanting to be apart for a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, a spring thunderclap rolled across the clear sky. The two seemed startled awake. Ran Mo quickly jumped off him, frantically adjusting her hair and clothes.

Qingsheng simply stared at her blankly. His heart was also pounding. The young man was still somewhat naive about some of his emotions, actions, and states, often acting impulsively without much thought. But he had also grown up, and especially after their last trip, he was more open and composed than before.

He was determined. No matter how the situation changed, he would follow his heart. As long as the person before him was not angry or rejecting, he would not care much.